But the saber in Hu Ma's hand didn't recognize friend or foe; once he let it loose to slaughter, he didn't care whether they were Generals or civil officials and noble scions—he just swung, and they were hacked down, killing people like tangled hemp.

Cutting and killing stroke after stroke, he actually grew excited; suddenly, his feral nature burst out. He abruptly opened that blood‑basin mouth of his, chopped the full court of civil and military officials into little pieces one by one, then stuffed them all into his own mouth.

Big‑bellied Ghost King, eating ghosts to stuff his guts full.

The Great Mighty Heaven Master General Technique left behind by Lao Junmei already had the power to eat ghosts for Qi Refinement—when would there ever be a better time to open this fat opportunity than now?

This whole hall full of yin souls, each and every one soaked through with Purple Qi—far better than those only rinsed by Purple Qi...

"Take him, take him..."

As his ferocity erupted, Hu Ma not only split that Purple Gold Iron Armor General cleanly in two with a single stroke and swallowed most of him, the saber's momentum did not lessen; he even charged straight up to the Ninth Hall Emperor Ghost.

The Ninth Hall Emperor Ghost, tangled up by the Meng Family Ancestor and wanting to seize Hu Ma but unable to strike, was caught off guard; his body was already cleaved, and a thick tentacle of his was directly chopped off by that blade.

With a ripping hiss!

He still tried desperately to flee, but Hu Ma yanked him over with one hand, shoved him into his mouth and chewed madly, while at the same time snatching up the saber and stepping forward, closing in step by step.

Such a brutal, savage sight actually startled that Ninth Hall Emperor Ghost, who had just been looking down from on high; his words were already out of control: "Such monstrous treason, I'll exterminate your nine clans..."

"Exterminate my nine clans?"

Facing the other's furious roar, Hu Ma turned around and growled coldly, "I'll first exterminate the ghosts of your ten generations!"

Though this was his own dream, and he only had One Incense worth of cultivation here, the baleful qi interwove, Purple Qi surged, and as he swallowed one Evil Ghost after another, he felt his Divine Soul grow ever stronger, and he was completely letting himself go.

"Hulalala..."

With every yin soul he swallowed, his body grew a size bigger.

Wherever he passed, like a whale entering a school of fish, one bite and half the hall's civil and military officials were already eaten.

Another bite, and this vast Netherworld Palace was swept clean by Purple Qi, with half the hall gone.

At the side, even the Meng Family Ancestor was affected by Hu Ma's qi, while Little Hongtang, watching Hu Ma's wide‑open appetite, grew a bit dazed; she secretly glanced at a severed Emperor Ghost hand thrown on the ground, and couldn't help her little bad habit of craving a bite...

...Luckily, Brother Huma was busy and didn't see.

As this slaughter unfolded, Hu Ma's figure also swelled madly; by now he was unnaturally tall and huge, almost the same size as the Ghost Emperor and that Meng Family Ancestor.

In sheer ferocity he even surpassed them, his green face and fanged maw stretching into a grim, eerie grin; suddenly he raised the saber and dove forward, charging straight at the Ninth Hall Emperor Ghost who was already only half left.

The Emperor's Great Saber in his hand clanged wildly at this moment, as if cursing, "You said all the heads would be mine to chop—look how that turned out."

"You've eaten them all..."

...

...

"This... this..."

Up on Da'ai Mountain, the Purple Qi that had just surged up from underground had already turned the mountain into a mist‑wreathed, dreamlike place; now the Purple Qi was even fiercer, looking more like a volcanic eruption.

The Wang Family, watching from the mountainside, were completely numb: "Purple Qi is the weight of Heaven and Earth—when did it become this cheap?"

The State Preceptor, peering into Hu Ma's dream, only felt his whole body uncomfortable now; even the smile that had first appeared on his face had faded away: "The Hu Family descendant really has turned into a martial artist?"

"You entered this Netherworld Palace just to fill your belly?"

"It's just..."

His face still held a worry that would not fade: "Now that the world's killing calamity is rising, your own lust for slaughter is endless, but if..."

He was still worrying, but Hu Ma had long since thrown off all restraint.

Chopping and killing, eating and gulping, as the human world's killing calamity rose and smoke rolled with slaughter, he borrowed killing intent from the human world to chop these full courts of civil and military officials like paper cutouts.

With a lift of his head, he tore the Golden Throne Hall to pieces, and could already see another great hall.

Inside this hall was the eighth Emperor of Douyi; he'd been short‑lived, sitting the throne for less than three years in total, and among the ten Emperor Ghosts he was the second weakest from the bottom.

The moment he saw Hu Ma coming, Zuo Hongtang on one side and Meng Zu on the other, killing qi rolling like a blood‑cloud, suffusing this whole great dream, he was already shivering in terror.

The full court of civil and military officials turned into paper cutouts and scattered in all directions, each fleeing for their lives.

He himself jumped down from the Dragon Throne and ran screaming toward the next hall, shouting, "Father, save me..."

His father had sat the throne for less than three months in total, the weakest of the ten Emperor Ghosts.

Seeing things go bad, he too threw aside the Dragon Throne and rushed toward the Sixth Hall Emperor Ghost, shouting, "Father, save me and your imperial grandson..."

You cry, I wail, the ghosts' howls shook the gods.

This dignified Netherworld Palace was actually shaken to turmoil by Hu Ma's slaughter, like a living nightmare.

Gripping the evil blade, he chased the two Emperor Ghosts like rabbits, until they finally reached the Sixth Hall, where someone barred his way and shouted coldly, "What guts you have! Spouting nonsense like 'when the common folk open their eyes, the Emperors shall be no more'—you drag this human world's blood‑killing karma in here and don't fear ending up with no grave to die in!"

The Netherworld Palace is not the human world, and there's no need for messengers and letters. Hu Ma came from his dream, scolded the Emperor Ghost of the Tenth Hall, and slaughtered wildly; every word had long since been known to the other halls.

"You really think that just because some rabble of Rebel Army in the folk world are wielding blades, they can touch my royal family's foundations?"

That Sixth Hall Emperor Ghost was precisely the one who once suppressed the Rebel Army with a ruthless hand, leaving a line in the histories.