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91: Chapter 91 Death on the Face? Sorry, how about the Underworld’s organizational structure?Swoosh!

As the red light finally dissipated.

Everyone suddenly widened their eyes.

They saw that on the other side of the arena, a grand armchair had appeared out of nowhere.

Sitting brazenly on the chair was a person.

No, to be precise, a god.

But this god’s appearance was truly an eyesore; one could even say... it was earth-shatteringly ugly.

He wore a bright red official robe, embroidered not with auspicious clouds or Auspicious Beast, but with bared-fanged, claw-wielding bats.

He wore a black gauze cap on his head, but its wings were slanted, one high and one low.

The most terrifying thing was his face.

It was as black as the bottom of a pot, covered in fat, with a bushy beard bristling like iron spikes. His round eyes were wide as copper bells, flashing with a cold light even more ferocious than a demon’s.

At this moment, this gentleman was sitting with his legs crossed, one foot bare, his large, naked foot stepping unrestrainedly onto the arena floor.

In one hand, he was clutching a translucent little ghost grabbed from who knows where, crunching off half its head like it was a radish.

He chewed it with great relish.

”Is this... God of Exorcism?!”

Old Daoist Priest stood up abruptly, his beard trembling with excitement. ”The Red-Robed Judge! The True Monarch of Exorcism! My god, did Little Su summon this gentleman?!”

”Is God of Exorcism a good fighter?” a young person who didn’t understand the weight of God of Exorcism asked, confused.

”Of course he is.” Old Daoist Priest said, feeling frustrated by their ignorance. ”Let me put it this way: if Wu Song fights Mortal beasts, then this gentleman specializes in eating ghosts from Hell. In his eyes, there is no such thing as a God of Death, only whether it can be eaten and whether it’s crunchy.”

Turning the perspective back to the arena.

Thanatos was clearly baffled by this sudden appearance of the ugly ghost in the red robe.

As the Western God of Death, he had seen countless hideous undead and the three-headed dog of Hell, but he had never seen such a... uniquely featured existence.

Especially the aura emanating from the opponent.

It was neither Divine Power nor magic.

It was a kind of extremely overbearing ”official authority.”

It was as if... he was a street vendor who had suddenly encountered the captain of the city management team.

”Who are you?” Thanatos instinctively became vigilant, gripping the rusted scythe in his hand, the gray Death Qi behind him surging like a tide. ”I am the agent of death, the end of life...”

”Alright, alright, stop the noise! You’re giving me a headache!”

God of Exorcism waved his greasy hand impatiently, interrupting the God of Death’s chanting like he was shooing away a fly. He tilted his head, swallowed the rest of the little ghost, smacked his lips in lingering aftertaste, and then wiped his hand casually on his red robe.

Accompanied by the creaking of the armchair, he stood up.

With this movement, a black-red Evil Qi soared into the sky. He was over two meters tall, like a moving iron tower, his broad shoulders seemingly capable of carrying two mountains.

God of Exorcism stared with his copper-bell-sized eyes, looking Thanatos up and down. His gaze finally settled on the rusted scythe, and he snorted two streams of white air from his nostrils.

”Hmph, how shabby.”

God of Exorcism curled his lips in disdain. ”Tattered clothes, a rusted weapon; how dare you call yourself a Soul-reaper with such a shabby appearance? You are a complete disgrace to the Underworld!”

As he spoke, he fished a crumpled ledger from his robe, took out a bald judge’s brush, and licked the tip with his tongue.

”Name?” God of Exorcism asked without raising his head.

Thanatos: ”...”

”I’m asking you a question!” God of Exorcism glared, and a tangible burst of Evil Qi erupted, directly scattering the Death Qi around Thanatos by three meters. ”Name! Place of origin! Where did you die! Do you have a Fengdu travel permit? Do you have an arrest warrant?”

This series of Soul-searching questions left global viewers dumbfounded.

Was this a battle? Or a census check?

Thanatos finally became angry.

He was the God of Death! The Incarnation of rules that made humans tremble! He was not a suspect coming to a local police station to give a statement!