Master of Strange Dao

As King Xiang watched the imprint of a fist descend, a magical treasure on his body suddenly exploded, and his body transformed into a stream of light, crashing downwards in the distance.

King Xiang hit the ground, immediately spat out fresh blood, his face as pale as golden paper. His breath plummeted, clearly showing he was heavily injured and unable to continue fighting.

He staggered, swaying slightly, with a face full of a bitter smile.

At this moment, a hand appeared behind him, supporting the collapsing King Xiang.

"Your Highness King Xiang, did you succeed?"

King Xiang turned to glance at a person dressed in a black robe, face hidden under a hood.

The owner of that bizarre voice was the same one who had previously assured him that his father could be saved, even concealing and altering his own aura with a magical treasure, just as before.

Had it not been a same-tier strong individual, how could he have held even a sliver of hope to try, or how could he have failed to capture the opponent on the spot at the time?

This was the big rat he had been waiting for.

"I succeeded, but I was also tainted by demonic Qi."

The Black Robed Man, with one hand supporting King Xiang, naturally sensed the thick demonic Qi enveloping King Xiang, and even felt that King Xiang's True Yuan had been greatly expended, leaving him severely wounded.

"Good, let's go first."

Just as the Black Robed Man was about to take action, he saw the tip of King Xiang's finger merge to form a sword. A point of Three-Inch Geng Metal Qi burst out abruptly, piercing through his body on the spot.

The Black Robed Man's figure exploded backward as the wound on his chest rapidly healed.

His voice also grew colder.

"Your Highness, doing this is really unwise."

...

Above the clouds, Ding Mushan watched this scene unfold, then burst into laughter.

"Now I know when to make a move."

Before his words faded, the chessboard beneath him suddenly vanished.

"Falling like stars."

Following a low shout from Ding Mushan, he saw beneath the Black Robed Man, a chessboard about a mile wide appeared. The stars in the sky twinkled slightly as black and white chess pieces fell heavily onto the board.

In the blink of an eye, a big array was constructed, trapping the Black Robed Man within.

Before the Black Robed Man could make any move, King Xiang, Ding Mushan, Mei Mountain Demon Granny, and Li Xingchen tacitly arranged themselves at four positions.

King Xiang also threw a golden cage that transformed into a gigantic cage about a mile wide, trapping everyone inside.

Because he had heard the audacious remark made by that Heavenly Demon, threatening Yu Ziqing.

At King Xiang's fingertips, the three-inch Geng Metal Qi constantly gathered, emitting a dazzling golden light. The sharpness continued to consolidate to the extent that a trace of spatial fissure had emerged at the edge of the sharpness, making it difficult for even King Xiang to control.

Mei Mountain Demon Granny shook her head with a worried expression.

"I knew nothing good would come from being here."

Though she said this, she still blew out a breath, accompanied by sparkles, burning away the magical treasure of the black robe on the Black Robed Man, revealing his true face.

He was an elder with hair and beard as white as snow, his face even emblazoned with age spots.

The elder looked around, especially at King Xiang and Li Xingchen peacefully standing together, then smiled at himself mockingly.

"I really underestimated Dazhen, underestimated you people from the Zhen family..."

Li Xingchen was also a bit surprised as he gazed at the elder with a face full of regret.

"Elder Wang, I never imagined it was you. You are also from Dazhen, why would you do such a thing? I can't understand."

"I advancing to Ninth Tier was already quite difficult. Now, as my lifespan draws near its end, I just don't want to die.

Never did I expect that King Xiang and Emperor Zhen would have already aligned behind the scenes, I underestimated you.

I have lost fair and square, if you wish to take action, do it now.

I know what you want to ask, but I can't tell you, don't waste your breath."

King Xiang was also quite surprised. This elder was a respected old figure in Dazhen. Though not the strongest among the Ninth Tier, longevity was a skill in itself. Even King Xiang had consulted him before.

There was complexity in King Xiang's gaze.

"Teacher, I once called you teacher.

I won't ask why you did this, nor will I ask who is behind you.

I just want to ask one more question.

The Crown Prince, my cousin, who exactly laid the vicious hand on him?"

Upon hearing this, Elder Wang's lips slightly trembled, and his eyes turned complex, filled with both shame and helplessness. After his expression shifted, he suddenly sighed in relief, no longer harboring any will to live.

"I don't know, it wasn't me who did it, I know that person was using me.

All I know is, it was a Primordial Spirit Realm strong individual, far stronger than I am.

He..."

Before Elder Wang could finish, chains emerged from the void, intertwined with two overlapping Divine Light Talismans, suddenly stepping forward to seal his lips.

Three layers of Silence Spell.

Seeing this appear, King Xiang understood.

This was Elder Wang actually conveying information to him.

The next moment, Elder Wang's complexion turned calm, a blood-red rune emerged at his forehead. Instantly, the breath of life in him began to dissipate.

"Blood-colored Heart Execution Curse, truly ruthless..." Li Xingchen sighed, knowing that this was the end of the matter.

At the cost of Elder Wang's life, what they gained was only one piece of information.

A Primordial Spirit Realm strong with the power of three layers of Silence Spell and a Blood-colored Heart Execution Curse.

And these already narrowed the target range to very small.

King Xiang closed his eyes, a touch of pain reflected in his expression.

He suddenly somewhat understood why his father said that his Second Uncle was better suited for the position of Emperor Zhen than he was.

Even though he knew this himself, some things couldn't be changed.

He retracted the cage, and Ding Mushan, without a word, withdrew the chessboard and took flight as a tunneling light.

Mei Mountain Demon Granny still held her worried look, murmuring that indeed nothing good happened, and then disappeared as well.

At the same time, the Faceless Man began to clean up, capturing many, and the Lei Clan also took in those long-targeted.

This time, many would perish, including a Ninth Tier strong, once King Xiang's teacher.

King Xiang preserved and sealed Elder Wang's corpse, then crushed a jade scroll.

Within Sorrow Cave Heaven, Yu Ziqing received the signal, touched the beer belly that was about to completely vanish, and with the Hungry Ghost Sword on his shoulder, stepped out of Sorrow Cave Heaven.

"Let's go, we're going home."

The millions of hungry ghosts of Jinlan Mountain followed Yu Ziqing, charging out of Sorrow Cave Heaven.

Instantly, in the cloudless sky, black clouds gathered, yin qi surged, and the radiant sunlight dimmed in this place.

In his hungry ghost form, Yu Ziqing grinned, bearing a black sword. Every step he took left a footprint burning with black fire, ominous energy heavily emitted from him.

Following him were two individuals with ever-flowing breath, sky-reaching yin qi.

Behind them was the group of hungry ghosts, just satiated, each with a bulging beer belly, advancing en masse, almost collectively advanced.

This massive assembly caused a celestial change akin to the sudden descent of a Great Devil.

They strode openly, heading towards the Wilderness.

Yu Ziqing wanted everyone to see.

The millions of hungry ghosts at the Forbidden Land of Jinlan Mountain were not just for show, but a force for all to witness.

When necessary, they could appear anywhere, anytime.