293: Chapter 293 The Feast of the Two Red-Clad Ghost Generals!

A dull bell toll echoed over the Ghost City for a long time.

This sound seemed to carry a certain magic that could penetrate the Soul.

The evil cultivators and wicked ghosts on the surrounding streets all felt their knees go weak.

They sprawled on the cold black stone slabs, having completely lost the courage to even raise their heads and look forward.

The pressure awakening deep within the Bone Palace was terrifying, even pressing down until the air became thick and heavy.

The heavenly token in Su Yang's embrace was burning hot, pulsing as if it were a heart.

"Let's go and meet the master of this place."

Su Yang strode forward, heading straight for the Bone Palace in the center of Fengdu City.

Bai Li, Mary, Chu Ling, Su Qingcheng, and Jiang Yingxue, five peerlessly beautiful women, followed closely behind Su Yang.

Although Qin Xueji's cultivation was still shallow, she felt confident walking among this group of monster-level women.

She walked in her high heels with a swaying grace, her stunning face full of aloofness.

Mary flapped her black bat wings, looking at the floating ghostly green flames around her with a face full of disdain.

"Boss, there isn't even a drop of fresh blood here, just a bunch of stinking rotten bones and dead Souls. It's so boring."

Su Yang reached out and patted Mary's slender waist, drawing a coquettish whine from her.

"Stop complaining. Once we finish our business, I'll go back and feed you premium Spirit Beast blood."

The closer they got to the center of the city, the more magnificent and eerie the surrounding buildings became.

The shops on both sides of the street had long been tightly shut.

The entire wide black main road was empty, with only the footsteps of Su Yang and his group echoing.

Just as the group was less than 500 meters away from the Bone Palace.

"Rumble!"

The ground suddenly shook violently.

At the end of the wide street ahead, a dense wave of black corpse qi rolled up.

Accompanied by the neighing of warhorses, ten terrifying knights clad in heavy black armor and riding tall bone warhorses galloped out of the black mist.

These ten knights were two meters tall and held heavy long-handled halberds.

There were no faces beneath their helmets, only two clusters of ghostly green flames leaping wildly.

The Evil Qi fluctuations radiating from them had actually all reached the terrifying Half-Step Soul Transformation Stage Realm!

The Ten Great Yin Commanders of Fengdu!

Ruthless killing machines dedicated to guarding the Bone Palace!

"Those who trespass into the Forbidden Ground of the Underworld shall be killed without mercy!"

The leading Yin Commander raised the halberd in his hand, pointing directly at Su Yang.

Facing these ten ancient Yin Commanders with soaring Evil Qi, Su Yang didn't even lift an eyelid.

"A few guard dogs dare to block the way."

Before Su Yang could make a move, the two red figures behind him could no longer hold back.

"Master! Please bestow these nourishing items upon Qingcheng and Yingxue!"

Su Qingcheng was dressed in red like fire, a flush of excitement appearing on her stunning face.

She had just been promoted to Ghost King not long ago and was worrying about not having high-level ghost Souls to stabilize her Realm.

In her eyes, these ten Yin Commanders at the Half-Step Soul Transformation Stage were simply ten steaming bowls of all-nourishing soup!

Jiang Yingxue's beautiful eyes also held malice, her classical red wedding dress fluttering without wind.

Although she was dignified and graceful, as a Ghost King, her innate bloodlust was no less than Su Qingcheng's.

"Go ahead, eat clean."

Su Yang nodded indifferently, stopped, and prepared to watch the show.

"Thank you, Master!"

The two women cried out in unison, turning into two blinding red rays of light, charging directly toward the ten Yin Commanders.

"You seek death!"

Seeing two delicate women daring to charge, the leading Yin Commander roared, his halberd bringing a sonic boom that tore through the air as he slashed fiercely at Su Qingcheng's face.

"Too slow."

A bloodthirsty sneer curled the corner of Su Qingcheng's mouth.

Her slender waist twisted in mid-air in an unbelievable way, easily dodging the mountain-splitting, rock-shattering blow.

The long sword in her hand was unsheathed, bringing with it a blood-colored Sword Qi dozens of meters long.

"Swish!"

The Sword Qi was like a rainbow, unstoppable!

This Yin Commander, along with the bone warhorse beneath him, was split in two by this blood-colored Sword Qi!

The hard black armor was easily torn apart like fragile white paper in the face of Ghost King-level power.

The Yin Commander's broken body crashed to the ground, the ghostly green flames inside the helmet trying to escape.

Su Qingcheng parted her red lips slightly and took a sharp breath.

A powerful suction force instantly swallowed this pure Half-Step Soul Transformation Stage ghost fire into her belly.

She closed her eyes in satisfaction, a seductive blush appearing on her cheeks, her proud bosom heaving with her breathing, and her aura instantly became a bit stronger.

On the other side, Jiang Yingxue's battle was equally violent and decisive.

She hovered in mid-air, her two hundred-meter-long blood-colored sleeves like dancing crimson angry Dragons.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The long sleeves, carrying immense power, lashed directly onto the three charging Yin Commanders.

A dull, loud noise erupted, and the chest armor of the three Yin Commanders immediately collapsed and shattered.

Their massive bodies were whipped away dozens of meters, smashing heavily into the black stone walls on both sides of the street, creating several deep pits.

Jiang Yingxue flipped her jade hand, and the blood-colored sleeves instantly turned into countless sharp red threads, precisely piercing the heads of the three Yin Commanders, forcibly draining the Origin Soul Power within them.

The Ten Great Yin Commanders had lost four members in just a few short moments!

Seeing this, the remaining six Yin Commanders instinctively felt a trace of fear.

Where were these delicate female cultivators?

They were clearly two peerless fiends in human skin!

"Form the formation!"

The six Yin Commanders roared in unison and quickly changed positions.

The halberds in their hands intertwined to form an airtight black net, attempting to trap Su Qingcheng and Jiang Yingxue inside.

"Small tricks."

Su Qingcheng and Jiang Yingxue smiled at each other, their minds connected.

The two women, one on the left and one on the right, exploded with the power of their Ghost King Origins.

A ball of scorching, fiery blood Evil Qi and a ball of cold, bone-chilling nether Qi merged perfectly in mid-air.

It turned into a heaven-destroying, earth-shattering red and blue beam of light, blasting directly into the center of the black net.

"Boom!!!"

A deafening explosion resounded throughout Fengdu City.

The black net instantly shattered.

The six Yin Commanders couldn't even let out a scream, their bodies instantly turning into powder in the terrifying explosion.

Six fist-sized clusters of pure ghost fire floated in mid-air.

Su Qingcheng and Jiang Yingxue opened their small mouths and swallowed all six clusters of ghost fire.

Having eaten their fill, the two women licked their rosy lips, still wanting more.

Their auras became even more unfathomable, their stunning faces exuding a Soul-stealing charm as they floated back to Su Yang's side obediently.

"Master, Qingcheng is full."

Su Qingcheng deliberately puffed out her full chest, her voice soft and bone-melting.

Su Yang smiled and pinched her cheek: "Well done, the Soul Power of these guard dogs is quite pure."

Without the Yin Commanders blocking the way, the group proceeded without obstruction.

They arrived directly in front of the main gate of the towering Bone Palace.

This palace was built entirely of stark white giant bones, standing a hundred zhang high, emitting a nauseating smell of blood.

Two huge bone palace doors were tightly closed, with terrifying totems of ten thousand ghosts gnawing on living beings carved on the surface.

Su Yang stood in front of the door, too lazy to even lift a hand.

The Pure Yang True Qi in his body vibrated slightly.

An overbearing pressure turned into an invisible giant hammer, slamming fiercely against the Bone Palace door.

"Bang!"

The thick palace door let out a groan of unbearable weight and slowly opened to both sides.

Inside the door, it was pitch black, and one could not see one's fingers.

But the moment the door was fully opened, a long carpet made of scarlet blood spread from the depths of the main hall to Su Yang's feet.

The blood was even still bubbling with heat, revealing an unusually eerie gesture of welcoming guests.

At the same time, a hoarse voice full of endless arrogance drifted out from the darkness deep within the main hall.

"Mortal, hand over the heavenly token. If I am in an excellent mood, I might leave your corpse intact and bestow a great fortune upon these girls beside you."

This voice seemed to be mixed with the Laws of the Heavenly Dao, shaking Qin Xueji's eardrums with pain, and she almost lost her footing.

Su Yang, however, acted as if he had heard some great joke, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He stepped onto the steaming blood-colored carpet without hesitation.

"You want the heavenly token? Wash your neck clean, and I will deliver it to you personally."