Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 857 - 418 Ghost King? _2

Chapter 857: Chapter 418 Ghost King? _2

Taoist Wulang scurried over to Jiang Shouzhong, laughing as he said:

"I knew Brother Jiang would come to save us. By the way, where’s Little Yi? Why isn’t she with you?"

"She’s outside."

Jiang Shouzhong replied casually, then turned his gaze to the imprisoned soldiers, "You are now free too. If you wish to return home, you may go home; if you wish to avenge the Fifth Prince, you can come to me. How you choose to proceed is up to you.

Now that the Fifth Prince is dead, no one will force you to fight anymore. Of course, how things will turn out when other princes come to fight in the future, depends on your own fate."

The soldiers, who originally thought they were doomed, were overjoyed when unexpectedly rescued, and they all thanked Jiang Shouzhong.

Jiang Shouzhong suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, is there someone named Guan Dayong among you?"

A burly man stepped forward from the crowd.

He looked at Jiang Shouzhong with confusion and spoke in a gruff voice, "Great hero, I am Guan Dayong. May I know why you are looking for me?"

"Is your wife’s surname Pang, and do you have a son named Hu?"

Jiang Shouzhong observed him as he asked.

The man’s eyes filled with surprise and bewilderment as he eagerly asked, "Great hero, how... how do you know this?"

So he is still alive.

Jiang Shouzhong marveled at the wonders of fate.

After asking the man several questions about the village to confirm he was Pang’s husband, Jiang Shouzhong laughed, "Your wife saved me once, and now I’ve saved you. We can consider this favor returned."

"Thank you, great hero! Thank you, great hero!"

The man was filled with excitement.

Suddenly, Pucha Xiaohua beside Jiang Shouzhong began to retch uncontrollably.

She clutched her abdomen tightly, her face full of pain.

Jiang Shouzhong frowned, "Morning sickness?"

However, before he finished speaking, Pucha Xiaohua vomited a substance resembling black ink.

Almost simultaneously, everyone around also began to vomit.

Feeling something was wrong, Jiang Shouzhong quickly retreated.

Just as he moved away, a strange long knife made of a skull fell straight down, "puff" into the ground.

The black ink-like vomit from everyone spread across the ground, quickly merging as if alive. In the blink of an eye, a black ink sea had formed on the ground.

Those who were vomiting were tightly stuck to the ink sea, unable to move.

Their bodies swayed gently like water plants in a river, following the ink sea’s movements.

At this moment, strands of ink tightly encircled Pucha Xiaohua, lifting her into the air. Her body was saturated and enveloped by the ink, eventually transforming into a ghostly ink-colored human figure.

The skull knife embedded in the ground rose with a "whoosh," landing steadily in the hands of the ink-colored figure.

"When heaven initiates the killing intent, stars shift; when earth initiates it, dragons and snakes rise; when man initiates it, heaven and earth are overturned..."

A dull voice seemed to drift from the Nine Netherworld, carrying an ancient and somber tone.

Jiang Shouzhong furrowed his eyebrows, looking at this newly emerged monster, full of questions.

Where did this guy come from?

The powerful aura it emitted indicated its cultivation was no less than the Feathered Transformation Realm.

Suddenly, a name flashed like lightning in Jiang Shouzhong’s mind.

Ghost King!?

Jiang Shouzhong was stunned.

Wasn’t this guy killed by the Heavenly Dao?

Before Jiang Shouzhong could think more, the Ghost King, with its killing intent, charged fiercely, brandishing the knife, surrounded by ink-like threads, like venomous snakes, spreading fearsome murderous intent.

Not daring to be careless, Jiang Shouzhong deployed the Yin Yang Flying Sword within and fortified himself with the Heavenly Tribulation Divine Armor.

Utilizing agile and swift maneuvers, he dodged left and right, skillfully evading the layers of death traps.

The two Yin Yang Flying Swords intertwined and spun in the air, quickly forming a massive Tai Chi Diagram.

The Tai Chi Diagram, shimmering in black and white lights, moved toward the Ghost King.

The Ghost King’s deep, low voice resounded again, "Yin and Yang are formless, the Heavenly Dao is unjust, where’s the black and white!"

Splash!

The ink sea surged up, engulfing the Tai Chi Diagram.

The two flying swords trapped within the ink sea started humming, as if bound by an invisible force.

The ink fell like a torrential downpour, splashing circles on the ground.

The group rescued by Jiang Shouzhong earlier is now trapped within these circles.

Their bodies and even their heads are completely submerged in ink, only able to stretch out their hands to desperately struggle in the ink, from afar, it looks like a scene from Avici Hell.

"Heaven’s Punishment Heart Fist!"

Jiang Shouzhong, borrowing the power of the Heavenly Tribulation Divine Armor, leapt high.

Immediately retracting the Divine Armor mid-air, his fist surged forward, like thunderbolts, ferociously blasting down upon the head of the Ghost King.

The ink aura around the Ghost King seemed to be devoured by lightning, collapsing into surging ink waves.

Pucha Xiaohua’s body was revealed, seemingly crushed by an invisible force, rapidly caving inward, her face twisted like an evil spirit, curling into a dark ink ball.

Then came a thunderous explosion, violently bursting open.

Jiang Shouzhong was blown away.

When his figure landed on the ink sea, countless hands reached like ghostly claws towards his feet, as if trying to drag him into endless purgatory.

"Mind towards the mysterious, body into the boundless..."

From within the ink sea, several people slowly floated up, entwined by ink, then combined and assembled into a massive human form, voice like thunder, "Disrupt the order of Yin and Yang, seek the path to eternal life in secrecy!"

The giant raised its hand and slapped down towards Jiang Shouzhong.

"Flying sword!"

Jiang Shouzhong focused his energy, urging four flying swords to shoot out quickly.

With the sword technique, the four swords seemed to fuse like a unified mind, instantly merging into a gigantic sword.

"Cut!"

Jiang Shouzhong sprung his tongue like a thunderclap, the giant sword moved in response, dragging a piercing cold light like lightning, piercing through the giant body of the Ghost King.

The splashed ink spilled like torrential black rain, showering into the ink sea. The entire ink sea boiled endlessly as if lit on fire.

"Heavenly Dao is elusive, few achieve its understanding. See through illusions, only then prove the ultimate Ghost Path!"

The Ghost King’s voice was like eerie ghost cries.

In the next moment, countless people trapped in the ink sea floated up like puppets on strings.

They were all stained by ink, which moved along their bodies like it had life, transforming them all into hideous looking Ghost Kings.

Ghostly mist filled the air, rendering this area like hell.

"Seven Kills!"

Jiang Shouzhong’s gaze was like lightning as he drew his sword.

The blade emitted a bloody glow, as if stained by the grievances of countless souls, gathering into a waterfall-like majestic blade aura, trailing a perfect arc.

The ink on everyone’s bodies shattered and dissipated, turning into wisps of black smoke.

Jiang Shouzhong held his breath and focused, closing his eyes.

His Spiritual Sense quietly spread out, carefully probing within this Ink Sea Ghost Domain, trying to sense the true location of the Ghost King.

In an instant, Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes snapped open.

"Sky Burning Fist!"

A massive scorching fist suddenly appeared, distorting the void above fiercely.

The fist flames blazed with heat, the surrounding air crackled as it burned.

Yet, this fist was aimed directly at him.

Just as the fist was about to strike down, a shadow suddenly floated above Jiang Shouzhong’s head.

"Kid, you’re brave!"

The shadow transformed into a waft of smoke, wrapping around Jiang Shouzhong’s body, then suddenly pulling him, making him fly like a severed kite.

When Jiang Shouzhong’s feet landed again, he was surprised to find himself in a vast hall.

The hall’s dome was extremely high, like an overturned sky.

The walls were built from huge stones, with faint glimmers of ghostly light from the seams.

Beside him, a hunched, small-framed middle-aged man stood with hands behind, staring straight at Jiang Shouzhong, a hint of amusement and examination in his eyes.

"Kid, this old man is a Ghost Cultivator, even Yin Yang Eyes can’t see my true form. If you can find where I am right now, I’ll grant you an opportunity."

The middle-aged man’s voice boomed in the hall, echoing indistinctly as to where it came from.

Jiang Shouzhong slapped his palm towards the man’s head, "Aren’t you right here?"

The hall fell into dead silence.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

The middle-aged man was momentarily stunned, dumbstruck, "You can see me?"