When the boulder broke into pieces under my impact, I finally fell heavily to the ground.

The pain came like a tide, making me dizzy, and my ears echoed with an endless buzzing.

The anger burned in my heart, and the flames rushed wildly with the whistling wind, instantly melting the surrounding rocks into boiling magma.

I clenched my teeth, a hint of anger appeared at the corners of my mouth, and strode towards the "old liar".

He seemed to be intimidated by my momentum, and slowly retreated with a dry laugh, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"You asked me to speak louder, and I was right, right? Does your ear still hurt now? Don't pretend, you are not that stingy, your acting is too poor, look at the flames on your head... uh, it's clear at a glance."

The "old liar" smiled awkwardly.

I glared at the "old liar" and gritted my teeth.

As a demon king with dignity and glory, I have never been humiliated like this.

Everyone in hell knows my identity and status, even if the "old liar" is Hades, he cannot humiliate me at will.

Just as I was about to argue with him, the "old liar" suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he remembered something important.

"Oh, by the way, I have a date with Drew. See you later, Little Seventeen，Remember to miss me!"

After saying that, his body suddenly swelled up, like a huge magma bubble, becoming more and more transparent, until it exploded with a "bang" and disappeared without a trace.

The "old liar" just walked away, leaving me alone and angry.

I was panting, with hot flames spewing from my nostrils, and it seemed like there was a volcano about to erupt in my chest.

In anger, I took out the "Hades Whip" from my waist and whipped everything in front of me frantically.

Wherever the whip passed, the rocks instantly cracked, turned into magma and splashed with brilliant sparks.

I roared the names of those low-level demons, but no one responded.

I knew they were hiding in a corner at the moment and dared not show up.

However, I did not calm down because of this, but waved the whip in my hand more frantically.

After flattening a hill, my anger gradually subsided.

I wrapped the scarlet long whip around my waist and swore in my heart: Sooner or later, I will use this whip to teach the "old liar" a lesson.

Thinking of the scene of beating the "old liar", I couldn't help but show a smug smile.

However, his deafening shout made my ears tinnitus for several days.

This made me hate the "old liar" and made me work harder and torture those poor and hateful souls twice as hard.

However, an inexplicable uneasiness always shrouded my heart.

I couldn't find the source of this uneasiness no matter how hard I tried. This was a feeling I hadn't had in years.

I couldn't help but wonder: Why is this happening?

Life seemed to have returned to square one.

I tried not to think about those troubles and just devoted myself to my work.

Watching those sinful souls gradually become clear and transparent under my whip, an indescribable sense of accomplishment surged in my heart.

This is a good thing that benefits both others and myself. Am I the only one who sees this?

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Have those souls never noticed my efforts and their new life?

I washed away their sins and gave them a new life. Shouldn't they thank me?

Maybe.

But these guys didn't appreciate it at all.

Whenever I wanted to baptize them, they always cried and begged.

I had to explain repeatedly: "No, no, not even one less whip."

"Want to bribe me? No, no, this is not your place... You can't give me what I want."

"I have to be responsible for you and live up to my duties - even though I have never received any compensation... In fact, I enjoy it, you know..."

I completed the final baptism for a group of souls, and proudly showed off to my subordinates: "Look over there, I completed it from beginning to end. It took me decades of hard work, and finally cleansed all those sinful souls. Awesome, right?"

The subordinates naturally praised and complimented me.

I waved my hand to signal the little devils to open the door, and said to the purified souls: "Now you know, right? There is no free lunch in the world. You always have to pay back what you owe. But now I can congratulate you, you have paid off all your debts, and now it's time to get a new life."

Of course, this is just a polite remark to those sinful souls who have been cleansed of their sins and released.

In fact, I still prefer to welcome the newly arrived sinful souls. I will say to them: "Welcome to the 17th level of hell! Here is picturesque scenery, pleasant climate, and generous benefits."

"Look! There are continuous mountains and scorching lakes of fire, and there is a team serving you. They are all professionally trained, experienced, and powerful. I believe they will definitely leave you with an unforgettable experience."

"In addition, there are countless benefits here... Except for not having what you want, there are many things you can't imagine."

"The most important thing is-you will never imagine how much I look forward to your arrival..."

Listen! This is what a demon king should say to humans.

Every time I say this, a strong sense of honor surges in my heart.

My loyal subordinate, the little demon Kui Ban, slowly turned the capstan wrapped with iron chains with his iron-cast arms, making a "creaking" sound.

With the roar of the iron chain, the door of the underworld, which was roasted red by the flames, opened again, revealing an endless abyss.

Dozens of purified, flawless spirits, with faint white light, rushed out of the gate like fleeing and disappeared into the depths of the netherworld.

They left in such a hurry that they didn't even have time to say goodbye.

What a cold and heartless group of guys.

Every time at this moment, a sense of loss and sadness always surges in my heart.

As soon as they left, I began to miss them.

However, this is the helplessness of life, gain and loss always coexist.

We can't stop the arrival of new life, nor can we stop the steps of leaving.

This is life, I have to face it all, not to mention that I have a heavy responsibility.

Work! When I mention this word, my blood boils.

The temperature dropped sharply, and I guessed that it must be freezing cold in the netherworld.

The huge netherworld gate gradually lost its dazzling red color and became pitch black.

Kui Ban, who was standing at the door, was most afraid of the cold. He could not wait to turn the capstan. With the sound of the iron chain "creaking", the heavy door of the netherworld slowly closed.

Kui Ban touched the winding horns on his head and sighed deeply. Obviously, he was frozen.

"Come, my baby, I'll get you some magma to warm your body." I picked up a stone and melted it into a small pool of magma with fire.

Kui Ban did not speak, but waved at me disdainfully, then twisted his fat ass and walked towards the fire lake.

In the seventeen layers of hell, only Kui Ban dared to do this to me.

He came from the troll tribe, which is a race with a long history.

The trolls are born with supernatural powers and are good at hiding their bodies.

However, they also have weaknesses, that is, they have no wings and cannot fly.

Poor Kui Ban, he will never experience the joy of flying in his life.

Kui Ban is my most loyal and capable subordinate, and I treat him as a brother.

I admire his strong physique and tenacious will.

Sometimes I even think that when I find a better opportunity, I will give this position to him so that he can enjoy it too.

I looked at Kui Ban's back, laughed dryly twice, and felt bored, so I turned and walked towards the Hell of Fire where souls were detained.

The Hell of Fire is located in a large pit that is five miles deep and dozens of miles in diameter, close to the Fire Lake.

A path consisting of countless stone steps winds down to the depths of the Hell of Fire.

The magma in the Fire Lake poured down from a protruding boulder, passed through the stone steps, and surgingly fell into the Hell of Fire, reflecting the layers of stone steps red.

I walked along the stone steps to the Hell of Fire, and the hot magma cast my shadow on the stone wall, stretching it long.

After sending so many spirits away, my heart felt empty.

I decided to bring more sinful souls up this time to comfort my lost heart.

I was thinking, when suddenly a guy ran up from below desperately without looking up.

I didn't have the habit of giving way, and he didn't see me, so he bumped into my stomach and rolled down.

I walked silently to his side step by step.

He looked up and saw me, his eyes widened.

"Big... Big... Big..."

I picked him up.

This was a short and ugly demon, with fiery red skin, sparse fangs, bulging eyelids protruding from the eye sockets, and a horn broken in the middle of his head.

His name is Pete, a despicable, cunning and shrewd little devil.

He was responsible for the reception and distribution of sinful souls in the Hell of Fire in the seventeenth layer of hell, and was considered the "custodian" of the Hell of Fire.

But I hated him.

I hated his shrewd calculations, disgusting flattery and shrill voice.

So I will teach him a lesson whenever I get a chance.

Today he is unlucky and I happen to be in a bad mood too, which is great, I can teach him a lesson again, right?