"If you don't come closer, I may not be able to catch you!"

However, facing the opponent's ferocity, Hu Ma suddenly laughed, and the three heads abruptly turned back, revealing a serene and peaceful face aimed at the clouds in the sky.

Then an arm reached forward fiercely, and in this hand, a black bottle-like shape faintly appeared, representing the Master Ping that Fourth Miss Zhou had given him, now undergoing a new transformation.

This Master Ping symbolizes the ultimate transformations of various martial and dharma methods within the Shousui Path. Before officially cultivating the Great Mighty Heaven General Dharma Form, Hu Ma needed to refine his techniques according to their guidance, but now a mysterious transformation had emerged.

As the bottle tilted forward, it naturally contained countless changes, which could break the corresponding magic.

"Snap!"

Within the fog, a colossal entity twisted its form, shaking the heavens and earth; but as Hu Ma's bottle moved forward to suppress, the fog suddenly contracted inward and immediately exploded outwards, revealing the fog's true form.

There was no colossal creature—three-headed evil Jiao—but merely a man in his thirties holding two long spears, caught in his hand.

This man still hadn't reacted, swaying his head, but instantly his face turned deathly pale...

"Do you possess a thousand-year cultivation?"

Hu Ma approached him, took a look, then sneered, squeezing with five fingers until the bones shattered.

Afterward, he flung him to the ground and said, "Take it!"

The three-headed evil Jiao, despite its ferocity, lay immobilized with broken bones, struggling desperately.

The other people in the city, lacking Er Guotou's keen insight, failed to discern what had happened; they only knew that Jiao King had escaped into the lake and that Hu Ma soon followed to the city wall.

The next moment, vague evil gods appeared, endless white steam rose on the lake, and amidst it seemed the three-headed evil Jiao reverted to its original form, battling what appeared to be a six-to-seven-yard-high giant.

But before they could see clearly, from the fog rolled out a man clad in white armor, collapsed on the ground, wailing.

Someone recognized his armor, knowing it was Jiao King.

Uncertain but hesitant to step forward, Zhou Liang and Zhao Zhu, who trusted Hu Ma, took advantage; since Hu Ma told them to capture him, why hesitate, especially Zhao Zhu, who charged forward with his steel fork.

Even surpassing the four generals of Old Yin Mountain, he pointed the fork at Jiao's face: "We've caught him!"

This is a great accomplishment!

A genuine great accomplishment—capturing the bandit king, such merit indeed?

"I have a thousand-year cultivation, destined by heaven, waiting to sit on the Imperial Court, transforming into a true dragon..."

The disparity in transformation and identity unwillingly accepted by the three-headed Jiao, screamed ceaselessly in disbelief.

Perhaps too aggrieved, yelling desperately, echoing throughout Huzhou City to a giant Lord Temple in the north, where worship of its previous form, the three-headed Old Jiao, took place.

The Jiao body, incense-fed for years, sensed despair and anger from the human world, suddenly trembled slightly, causing the whole city to shake.

Like an immense earthquake, houses and city walls quivered, and mist filled the night as ghost qi loomed.

Citizens and the Food Protection Army felt dizzy and disoriented.

Waking dazedly, glancing upwards, appearing in the night sky was a figure larger than Huzhou City.

Letting out a furious roar, nearing the human world.

Many in awe of divinity trembled upon witnessing such an event, wishing to kneel.

"Do not kneel!"

Normally, Red Lantern Lady should be summoned to confront this Lord.

Since intervention had already begun, there's no need.

Hu Ma coldly snorted, gazing towards Yang Gong approaching on horseback, saying: "Zhensui Mansion doesn't slay living beings, this three-headed Jiao won't behave well, its sins are unforgivable."

"Now in the hands of the King of Mingzhou, decide its fate."

"As for that revered in the temple..."

"..."

With a cold laugh, raising his large sleeve slightly, suddenly fierce winds howled from outside the city.

The night condensed to extremity, while above Huzhou City felt solidified. Yet, at the deepest point of night, a burst of golden light appeared, driving away much of the cold mist over the city.

Two colossal golden-armored deities, carrying a chest, stepped over the city wall, respectfully placed it before Hu Ma.

Hu Ma reached into the chest, drawing the Demon Suppression Golden Mace, and proclaimed: "Zhensui Mansion opens, golden armored gods manifest; Lord of Huzhou indulges in idleness, sins are added, now stands for judgment!"

"Dismantling the golden body, call the chopper!"

Boom!

Like a city weighing above another, Zhensui Mansion emerged ethereally behind Hu Ma.

Golden light illuminated within Zhensui Mansion, revealing rows of sinister and fierce choppers.

On the right, the second position was tiger-headed, used once to slay Five Evil Gods, while the right-first was dragon-headed, pitch-black, sealed for many years, yet unused since Zhensui Mansion's reopening.