Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

Jiang Shouzhong's gaze fell on the disheveled Qiu Zixin, and he said indifferently, "This is the second time we've met, right? Where's that Liu Xunhua who rescued you last time?"

"This is... Dragon Soul power?!"

Qiu Zixin, acutely perceptive, sensed the overwhelming pressure emanating freely from Jiang Shouzhong's body, her expression filled with terror.

She instinctively took a few steps back, hurriedly looking up to the sky.

Hoping the Immortals above would intervene.

But aside from the gloomy clouds, the sky showed no sign of movement.

Desperation gradually spread in her eyes.

At this moment, the Yin Spirit Envoy, originally immobilized by the powerful dragon's presence, struggled to stand up.

"Brat..."

The Yang Spirit Envoy's face twisted like a fierce ghost.

He wiped away the filthy blood still dribbling from the corner of his mouth, reaching into his robe to pull out a secret talisman entangled with sinister black mist, which he hurled into the sky.

As the black spirit talisman exploded, the Snow Domain Divine Soldiers stationed nearby swarmed in like locusts following an order.

The Yang Spirit Envoy fixed a venomous stare on Jiang Shouzhong, his voice icy as he spoke:

"Brat, trying to play the hero? Let's see how much you can handle against my thousand-strong army!"

"So you're the Yang Spirit Envoy."

Jiang Shouzhong, with a look of calm disinterest, released Yelü Miaomiao, whom he held closely, stating plainly, "It's a pity, but from today, you're no longer the commander of the Snow Domain Divine Soldiers."

The Yang Spirit Envoy laughed as if he heard the most ludicrous joke in the world: "Hahaha, kid, who do you think you are to boast such nonsense in front of me?"

Yet, in the next second, the brash laughter of the Yang Spirit Envoy froze on his face, replaced by utter astonishment.

Jiang Shouzhong slowly took out a Bone Ring emitting a mysterious dark glow, leisurely slipping it onto his thumb, raising his arm high.

"G... Ghost King Ring?!"

The Yang Spirit Envoy stared fixedly at the Bone Ring, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably from extreme fear, "This can't be, this can't be!"

The ring emitted a black mist, writhing incessantly.

The Snow Domain Divine Soldiers, initially surging in with intense intent to kill, were halted in place, petrified by the suppressive aura strong enough to quash their souls.

The Yang Spirit Envoy roared furiously, "How could you have this thing?"

"What do you think?"

Jiang Shouzhong ignored the Yang Spirit Envoy, turning around to sweep a calm gaze over the dumbfounded and trembling Snow Domain Divine Soldiers around him.

"See the ring, see the Ghost King!"

Jiang Shouzhong drew energy into his Dantian and shouted loudly, "I have inherited the position of Ghost King, and you all... aren't you going to kneel?!"

Boom—

The Ghost King Ring erupted with immense pressure.

The surrounding air, almost tangible as an iron barrel, creaked under compression.

The Snow Domain Divine Soldiers could no longer maintain their stance and instinctively fell to their knees, shouting in unison, "Hail the Ghost King!"

"Fake, it must be fake!"

The Yang Spirit Envoy, like a mad beast, lunged towards Jiang Shouzhong, attempting to seize the Ghost King Ring.

But the moment he touched the eerie light the ring emitted, strange smoke began rising from his body surface.

His skin, like weathered rock, crumbled rapidly into phosphorescent ash, even revealing the greenish veins and reddened muscles underneath.

The Yang Spirit Envoy let out heartrending shrieks.

But at this moment, driven by madness, he continued to charge towards Jiang Shouzhong, his body quickly enveloped by the black light, helplessly twisting and wailing.

Jiang Shouzhong coldly watched the struggling Yang Spirit Envoy, his voice chilling:

"Betraying the Ghost King meant you should have seen this day coming. Go down and plead for forgiveness with the Yin Spirit Envoy."

The moment he finished, Jiang Shouzhong suddenly clenched his five fingers tight.

The black light contracted rapidly.

Amidst the piercing and despairing cries, the Yang Spirit Envoy's body decayed swiftly like dust, dissipating into a drifting haze.

Silence enveloped the area.

Everyone watching was stunned and at a loss.

Qiu Zixin, overwhelmed with fear, bit her silver tooth and seized the moment of distraction to dart like an arrow towards the distance.

Yet, as she moved, a vague shadow flashed ghost-like before her eyes.

It was Jiang Shouzhong standing before her.

"In such a hurry, where are you trying to go?"

Jiang Shouzhong's expression was indifferent, his presence exuding an unyielding aura.

Qiu Zixin's heart filled with dread.

Desperate to escape, she feigned calm, shouting hoarsely:

"Jiang Shouzhong, I am favored by the Immortals. If you dare disrespect me, you oppose them, and will surely face eternal celestial punishment!"

Slap!

Her response was a crisp slap.

The woman was knocked heavily to the ground, her beautiful cheek cracking with blood, swelling high.

Jiang Shouzhong lifted his gaze, looking scornfully at the sky, a trace of mocking cold smile curling his lips: "Heh, your so-called Immortals, at this point, don't seem too eager to appear and rescue you, do they?"

With that, Jiang Shouzhong lightly raised his finger.

A flying sword, emanating sharp Sword Qi, appeared out of thin air.

Around it, cold glints flickered continuously.

Just as the flying sword was about to pierce into the woman's body, a fan sparkling with strange luster suddenly appeared, blocking in front of her.

"Ding!"

The impact sent air currents bursting in all directions, the sharp winds slicing the surrounding air with a hissing sound.