50: Chapter 50: Locking in the Couple, the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls Gains a New Member!

Seeing this malevolent weapon, Wang Teng and Jiang Yutong both shivered simultaneously.

Even if they were mad, the instinctual fear remained.

"I originally intended to leave your corpses intact."

"But since this whole family is so neatly arranged."

"Whether you love each other or kill each other."

Qin Yu shook the great banner in his hand, and the black mist transformed into a gaping maw of the abyss.

"Then you can all reunite inside here."

"It just so happens that my newly upgraded banner."

"Is still missing a pair of fitting door gods."

In the deep pit, the air was viscous.

Wang Teng gritted his teeth and leaned against the pit wall.

This was the posture he maintained with his last shred of dignity.

He was struggling even to breathe now.

A pair of blood-blurred eyes stared fixedly at Jiang Yutong.

That gaze wished nothing more than to mince her into meat paste.

"Bitch... you bitch..."

"I must have been blind to ever fancy you!"

Wang Teng's voice was hoarse; with every word he spoke, black blood gushed from his mouth.

Was this the woman he had risked his life to protect?

Was this the fiancée who had sworn she would marry no one but him?

Was this the goddess he had fantasized about sharing glory with after becoming an Emperor?

In the end, his so-called deep affection was worth less than a pile of dog shit.

"Cough, cough... Hahaha!"

"Jiang Yutong, you stinking slut, do you think you'll have a good end today?"

Wang Teng suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly.

The laughter was shrill and sorrowful, laughing at his own lack of judgment.

He recalled the instructions of the Elders in his clan.

He recalled his father's expectations.

And he recalled his own laughable title of Great Emperor Aptitude.

His Physical Body was ruined.

His worldview had also shattered into dust.

"Shut up! If you want to die, go die yourself!"

Jiang Yutong had completely lost the appearance of a noble lady.

Her hair was disheveled, her makeup ruined and smeared all over her face.

Hearing Wang Teng's curses, she felt not a shred of guilt, only rage and shame.

It was all Wang Teng's fault for implicating her.

If not for Wang Teng insisting on acting arrogant and coming to the Qin Family to cause trouble.

How would she have ended up in this state?

She, Jiang Yutong, was the hope of the Jiang Family.

She was the future Empress.

How could she die here?

"Qin Yu... oh no, Master!"

Jiang Yutong was still making a final struggle.

Ignoring the dust and blood on her body, she crawled toward Qin Yu using her hands and feet.

"I'm really very useful!"

"I know the secrets of the Wang Family! I know the treasury of the Jiang Family!"

"I even know the fatal weakness of Wang Teng's core Cultivation Technique! As long as you spare me, I'm willing to do anything!"

This demeanor made one feel nauseous.

Beside her, Han Yueli shook her head, her eyes full of disgust.

"Tsk tsk, what a pathetic woman."

"How dare someone of this caliber compare herself to me?"

"Sister, save some face for yourself; your desperation is too ugly to watch."

Qin Yu held the ten billion soul banner in one hand.

Listening to these two dogs biting each other, he smiled exceptionally kindly.

"Since you two have such deep feelings and are still thinking of each other at the very last moment."

"This Divine Son has always been soft-hearted."

"Even if you become ghosts, I must fulfill this beautiful story; otherwise, who would bear this Karma?"

The great banner in Qin Yu's hand struck the ground with a sudden thud.

Thud!

The ground of the entire plaza shook three times.

Inside the black mist, countless hideous ghost faces instantly went quiet, anticipating the addition of new members.

"Come."

"This CP, I, Qin Yu, will lock in for you today."

"If I let you be separated for even a second inside, then my soul banner's quality is substandard!"

Whoosh!

The banner flag moved without wind.

The black mist transformed into dozens of thick chains, accompanied by a rattling sound.

They shot toward Wang Teng and Jiang Yutong respectively.

"No! Qin Yu, how dare you!"

The soul-absorbing power radiating from the chains caused Wang Teng to let out a desperate roar.

"I am the descendant of the Desolate Era! I am the one destined by heaven!"

"If you kill me, the Old Ancestor of my clan will definitely trample your Qin Family's Taihuang Heaven!"

"Still dreaming?"

Qin Yu sneered and flicked his finger lightly.

The chains accelerated instantly, piercing directly through Wang Teng's shoulder blades.

Splat!

No blood splattered; these chains targeted the Divine Soul.

"Ahhh!"

A pale golden phantom was forcibly ripped out from Wang Teng's broken Physical Body.

It was a mini version of Wang Teng, radiating golden light from his entire body.

Even as just a Divine Soul, that surging Luck of Great Emperor Aptitude was still astonishing.

"Is this the highly nourishing Divine Soul of a Child of Destiny?"

"It smells so good."

Qin Yu looked at that ball of golden light, his eyes shining.

The black mist churned, and the old residents inside were already excited.

Especially the main Divine Souls of Xiao Fan, Lin Beichen, and Qin Chuan.

They revealed twisted yet enthusiastic smiles in the black mist.

"Little brother, you've arrived? Come on in!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Everyone here is a talent, and they all speak so well!"

Wang Teng's Divine Soul struggled desperately.

But under the absolute suppression of the ten billion soul banner, it was useless.

"Let me go! I am the future Great Emperor! I am invincible!"

"Qin Yu! I won't let you go even as a ghost!"

"What a coincidence."

Qin Yu laughed.

"The thing I lack least in this banner is people like you who want to haunt me even after becoming ghosts."

"Remember to be polite when you go down there; in terms of seniority, you must address them as Senior Brother."

Whoosh!

A flash of golden light.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

Wang Teng, deceased.

That arrogant descendant of the Desolate Era, the pride of the Northern Heaven Domain.

Completely transformed into a fresh golden pattern on the surface of the soul banner, still twisting in pain.

His Great Emperor Luck was instantly absorbed by the soul banner and fed back into Qin Yu.

Qin Yu's Divine Thought cleared, and his connection with this world became a bit tighter.

On the other side, seeing Wang Teng die miserably.

Jiang Yutong was scared out of her wits.

A pungent smell of urine permeated the air.

She stopped begging for mercy and stopped acting insane.

She leaped up from the ground and turned to run wildly down the mountain.

The instinct to survive made her burst out with speed she had never possessed before.

Her hair ornament fell off, and one of her shoes flew off.

Disheveled, she was no different from a madwoman.

"Help! Murder!"

"Dad! Mom! Save me!"

Qin Yu stood in place, unmoved.

He watched that staggering figure, his eyes playful.

"Yue Li."

"She's running."

Hearing this, Han Yueli revealed a cruel, coquettish smile on her face.

"I'll go catch her and bring her back for the Divine Son."

Hum!

The air distorted.

Han Yueli's figure flashed and disappeared.

The next second.

Jiang Yutong felt a sharp pain in her scalp.

"Ah!"

Han Yueli had already appeared behind her and grabbed her hair.

She yanked it back fiercely.

The huge momentum caused Jiang Yutong to be flung away and slam heavily onto the ground.

Bang!

Dust flew everywhere.

Jiang Yutong's internal organs were almost shattered.

Before she could catch her breath.

A jade foot wearing a black silk slipper stepped on her face.

Han Yueli looked down from above, her eyes cold, as if she were looking at a paramecium.

"Running?"

"In the Qin Family, even a fly cannot fly out without the Divine Son's nod."

"Weren't you quite capable of screaming just a moment ago?"

"Keep playing the music, keep dancing?"

Jiang Yutong's face was distorted by the stepping, tears and snot mixed together, and she sobbed, begging for mercy.