94: It hurts! It hurts so much! Raise your hand to suppress the ghost!

When others saw this, they were so jealous they almost went mad, wishing they could rush into the sedan chair and take Qin Han's place.

He hadn't come out for so long; you could guess with your toes.

It must be that the gentle embrace was infinitely captivating.

How many diligent emperors throughout history lost interest in state affairs after encountering a beautiful woman?

Was it really a lack of resolve?

Actually, no.

The taste of it was indescribable; a beauty's every frown and smile tugged at the heartstrings, making one intoxicated.

Just as the Ghost Bride smiled sweetly, the surrounding radiance immediately paled in comparison.

They imagined Qin Han 'ravaging' the female ghost, and their hearts throbbed with unbearable pain.

Pain.

So much pain!

"You guys, do you think Qin Han won't marry the Ghost Bride and take her home?"

"It's not impossible; I thought Qin Han looked like a greedy villain from his face."

"Hmph, he doesn't even spare ghosts; he's an animal."

"What if he holds the title of Supreme? Isn't he still brought down by a woman? In my opinion, such a hypocritical man should be executed by everyone!"

If it weren't for the four Spirits guarding, they would have rushed up and overthrown Qin Han long ago.

Just as people were cursing, a shrill scream suddenly echoed.

"Ah!"

The sharp sound was incredibly piercing, transforming into waves of sound that swept out, causing the Restriction to tremble slightly.

This time, the Spirits heard it very clearly; it was indeed a female voice.

"Not good!"

They rushed forward and pulled open the sedan curtain, wanting to investigate.

But just then, a large golden hand reached out from within, slamming fiercely into the Spirit in front.

Bang!

Boundless immense force, like a divine mountain colliding, instantly shattered its ghost body, sending it flying backward and knocking open the other three ghosts.

"My Master is handling business; do you servants dare to interfere?"

A cold voice came from within, mixed with chills, lowering the already gloomy air by several degrees.

The Spirits all showed anger, "Human, when Your Highness drains your Yang Qi, we will surely make you crushed to dust!"

"Just a few small ghosts devoured by a tiger, and you dare to clamor in front of me?"

Before the words finished, the zhenmo bell, shimmering with brilliant divine light, suddenly flew out, once again smashing the four ghosts flying, then flying back into the red sedan chair.

The four ghosts had no power to parry the zhenmo bell, almost being smashed out of the Restriction.

Their faces all showed astonishment.

"Is this a half-step Divine Ability?"

The four ghosts were all at the third layer of the Divine Palace Realm; although they had no life bones in their ghost state, their strength was still formidable.

Moreover, they had opened their Sea of Consciousness and condensed three Divine Palaces, making their strength far superior to ordinary small ghosts.

But unexpectedly, Qin Han forced them back with one blow.

He had crossed two major Realms!

How could it not be shocking?

"How do you still have the strength to attack? Where is Your Highness?" The Spirits were baffled.

Logically speaking, the Ghost Bride was a strong practitioner of the Faxiang Realm, possessing a unique and enormous advantage in Ghost Nether City.

And Qin Han was also enchanted; absorbing his Yang Qi should have been a matter of course.

But why, after a full hour, was he still alive and kicking?

"Your Highness's life hangs by a thread; why don't you servants quickly come to her rescue?"

As he spoke, a precious light suddenly shot out from the sedan curtain, and profound runes covered the sky and earth, transforming into a huge Pixiu phantom that rushed out.

"Form the array!" The Spirits shouted, hastily conjuring a silver precious ruler, which rapidly enlarged, measuring the heavens and earth, shimmering with pure white light.

The silver Dragon and the Pixiu collided, and the former let out a crisp 'crack' sound, and the silvery ruler instantly dimmed.

Then, with a 'bang', it shattered in mid-air.

"What?" The Spirits' pupils suddenly contracted; they simply couldn't believe their eyes.

The opponent's treasured artifact was so powerful that it easily shattered one of their powerful treasures.

"Those who should have died, why not fall into Reincarnation?"

At this moment, a figure walked out from the red sedan chair; he was enveloped in golden light, his whole body shining with brilliant divine splendor, like a god of war clad in golden divine armor, with an imposing Aura.

"I'll send you on your way right now!"

Qin Han rushed out like a wild wind, blazing divine fire surging like a tide, his golden fist growing larger and larger, smashing down with incredibly violent force, even causing the Void Realm to tremble.

The Spirits' expressions changed drastically; he had never imagined that the human in front of him would be so strong, daring to take the initiative to attack.

He completely disregarded these old ghosts who had cultivated for a thousand years.

Clang!

A black shield suddenly appeared in front of them, expanding with the wind, rapidly enlarging to four or five meters high, shimmering with metallic light.

"Hmph, this is our condensed natal treasured artifact; even if your Physical Body is unparalleled, you won't be able to..." The Spirits hadn't finished speaking.

Boom!

The golden fist, carrying the force of crushing decay, smashed down with one punch, and the huge shield instantly shattered into pieces.

The powerful impact was unstoppable, and golden spiritual power, like a surging long river, directly sent the four Spirits flying, their soul bodies much dimmer.

Their faces were all filled with shock; this was merely one punch.

If they were hit...

"You are definitely not an ordinary Disciple of a force; what is your origin?" The Spirits realized they had hit a wall, and dark light flickered within their bodies.

Immediately, nine bone spears as black as ink shot out, ghost Qi surging, like nine ghostly claws, incredibly eerie.

Qin Han stood between heaven and earth, raising his hand and throwing a punch, even twisting the Void Realm, constantly colliding with the nine bone spears, emitting a harsh sound of clashing metal.

The next moment, everyone saw the sky full of ghost Qi, as if encountering a natural enemy, being instantly swallowed by the golden divine fire.

However, that wasn't all; under Qin Han's terrifying power, the nine bone spears shattered inch by inch, turning into dust.

"This..." The Spirits were stunned, two treasured artifacts shattered consecutively, their hearts bleeding.

At the same time, they were shocked by Qin Han's powerful combat strength; at such a young age, to possess such a terrifying Physical Body, he was definitely not of ordinary origin.

Now, with the arrow on the string, they had no choice but to act; they absolutely had to confirm Your Highness's safety.

But before the Spirits could make another move, a world-shrouding painting suddenly appeared in the sky, and rolling profound yellow Qi gathered into a mountain of ten thousand zhang, smashing down heavily.

Rumble...

The Spirits' eyes were about to split, erupting with their full Aura and forcefully propping up the mountain, their soul bodies flickering between bright and dim, faintly showing signs of collapsing.

"Still quite tenacious, then how about this?" Qin Han's lips curved into an arc, and his palm slowly pressed down.

As he pressed down, the profound yellow Qi of the mountain became even more blazing, like a continuous tsunami, with divine light surging.

"Ah! You won't die a good death!" The Spirits roared, and then their entire soul body was crushed!

"Yi?"

Many small ghosts and ghost infants, seeing this, fled in a panic, and the ghostly figures on the street instantly vanished.

The ghost market, which should have been prosperous and lively, was now dilapidated and broken, with ruins everywhere one looked.

The wide streets were riddled with holes, and ghost crystals could be seen everywhere.

Qin Han raised his hand and recalled the Mountain and River Painting, his golden eyes flickering with cold light, and turned to look at the red sedan chair.

At this moment, a fiery red figure suddenly darted out of the sedan chair, transforming into a streak of light and fleeing into the distance, moving extremely fast.

"My wife, your husband is here, why are you running?" Qin Han conjured the zhenmo bell, pointing it directly at the Ghost Bride.

The zhenmo bell was specifically designed to counter evil Spirits, having a strong restraining effect on Yin and evil beings.

Now, the Ghost Bride's thousand years of Dao cultivation had all been plundered by Qin Han, almost causing her Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering; how could she still have the strength to fight?

Therefore, the zhenmo bell fiercely suppressed her, smashing her towards the ground.