Chapter 595

“This is…”

Zhang Xuan looked at the Hell Lord. The Hell Lord was suppressed deep within the abyssal hell, and even from an infinite distance, Zhang Xuan could feel the terrifying power emanating from his body.

“Zhang Xuan, do you know the origin of the Hell Lord?” The voice of the Holy Lord of Light echoed, and his figure materialized before Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan shook his head.

The Holy Lord of Light said, “The Hell Lord is an evil being born at the dawn of chaos. He was rejected by the Heavenly Dao and thus was suppressed in hell, never to rise again.”

“Then how did you suppress him?” Zhang Xuan asked. He had sensed a power greater than that of the Holy Lord of Light from the Hell Lord.

“We? How could *we* possibly suppress him!” The Holy Lord of Light scoffed. “We merely sealed him in the deepest part of the abyssal hell, using its laws to restrict his movements and prevent him from escaping.”

“So that’s how it is,” Zhang Xuan mused, deep in thought.

“Zhang Xuan, you should understand now why we cannot completely eliminate the Hell Lord, right?” the Holy Lord of Light asked.

Zhang Xuan nodded.

The Holy Lord of Light said, “The Hell Lord is immortal and indestructible. Even we cannot truly kill him; we can only seal him.”

“Then what is your objective?” Zhang Xuan asked, looking at the Holy Lord of Light. He had a strong feeling that the Holy Lord of Light was hiding something.

The Holy Lord of Light smiled. “Our objective is simple: to prevent the Hell Lord from breaking free. Should he escape, the entire world will plunge into darkness.”

“You’re lying to me,” Zhang Xuan scoffed coldly. “If the Hell Lord is truly that formidable, then why would you allow him the chance to break free?”

The Holy Lord of Light’s expression changed. “Zhang Xuan, what do you mean by that?”

“It means you have no power to stop him from escaping, or rather, you never even *intended* to stop him!” Zhang Xuan’s voice was chilling as he stared intently at the Holy Lord of Light.

The Holy Lord of Light’s face darkened, and he remained silent.

“Speak. What is your true objective?” Zhang Xuan pressed on.

The Holy Lord of Light sighed. “Zhang Xuan, some things are beyond your current understanding.”

“Then I’ll make you realize that I *can* know!” Zhang Xuan sneered, his aura erupting as a terrifying power instantly permeated the surroundings.

The Holy Lord of Light’s expression drastically changed. He sensed the terrifying power within Zhang Xuan, a power no weaker than that of the Hell Lord.

“Zhang Xuan, you…” The Holy Lord of Light tried to speak, but Zhang Xuan had already made his move.

He flashed forward, instantly appearing before the Holy Lord of Light, and unleashed a punch.

The Holy Lord of Light had no time to react. He was sent flying by Zhang Xuan’s punch, his body hurtling backward to crash heavily against the wall.

“Cough, cough…” The Holy Lord of Light coughed up blood, gazing at Zhang Xuan in horror. “You… you actually…”

Zhang Xuan said nothing. He walked step by step towards the Holy Lord of Light, each step radiating immense pressure.

The Holy Lord of Light struggled to stand, but he found that his body was completely unable to move.

“What have you done to my power?” the Holy Lord of Light asked in terror.

Zhang Xuan scoffed, “I’m merely letting you experience what true power feels like!”

He raised his hand, and a black light condensed, instantly plunging into the Holy Lord of Light’s body.

The Holy Lord of Light’s body trembled. He felt his power rapidly draining away, his body growing progressively weaker.

“You… what exactly do you want to do?” the Holy Lord of Light asked, utterly terrified.

Zhang Xuan did not reply. He simply watched the Holy Lord of Light silently, a cold light flickering in his eyes.

The Holy Lord of Light struggled a few more times, but ultimately collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Zhang Xuan withdrew his hand and looked towards the abyssal hell, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

He had a strong suspicion that everything the Holy Lord of Light and his group had done was merely part of a larger scheme.

What secrets, then, were hidden between the Hell Lord and the Holy Lord of Light?

Zhang Xuan’s gaze pierced through the endless abyss, landing on the Hell Lord.

As if sensing Zhang Xuan’s gaze, the Hell Lord raised his head, revealing a sinister smile.

“Zhang Xuan, you’ve finally arrived.” The Hell Lord’s voice echoed throughout the abyssal hell, carrying an inexplicable meaning.

Zhang Xuan’s expression grew solemn.