243: Slaying the Emperor's Prince, and Encountering a Witch

Desolate Realm. Youxu Ghost City.

"Boom!" A loud noise, the sky above exploded, and incredibly terrifying power surged out continuously.

The entire Youxu Ghost City shook violently. Countless living beings looked up, then their expressions changed drastically.

"Run! The sky is falling!"

In an instant, all the living beings in Youxu Ghost City panicked.

"Boom!"

A blood-colored figure descended from the sky, falling toward the center of Youxu Ghost City.

"Bang!"

A massive figure holding dual blades followed closely behind, arriving first despite starting later. The dual blades pierced into the blood-colored figure's body, pinning him as he crashed into the earth.

"Boom!"

In the center of Youxu Ghost City, a ghost building exploded, forming a huge crater.

"You... you actually dared to kill me... Pfft!"

Ji Taixu, lying in a pool of blood, looked at the young man pinning him down, looking at his double pupils, unable to believe it.

He was going to die!

An Emperor's descendant, having sealed himself for so long, broke the seal to emerge and conquer the world, yet he never thought he would fall just like this.

"Pah!"

"What kind of thing do you think you are?"

Qin Wushang spat, and the bright red saliva landed on Ji Taixu's dirty face.

"Double pupils... Heh... What a pair of double pupils..."

"I have... lost!"

"Father... I have lost. In the end, I failed to walk your path, and like you, look down upon an era..."

Ji Taixu revealed a miserable smile, his words becoming weaker, his vitality rapidly withering.

Qin Wushang looked at the immortal slaying demonic saber in his hand and raised an eyebrow.

"Blood-sucking?"

"No... it sucked his cultivation and Soul dry... It is actually this evil!"

Qin Wushang whispered to himself.

If this weren't a demonic saber, a God King would still be able to endure this level of injury.

"Hum!"

The immortal slaying demonic saber stuck in Ji Taixu's body trembled, and his body gradually turned into fly ash, leaving nothing behind.

"It's mine!"

"Get lost! This treasure is mine!"

"All of you, get lost! No one is allowed to snatch it from this seat!"

Suddenly, a commotion came from afar.

Qin Wushang released his Divine Sense and raised an eyebrow.

He could confirm that they had teleported to an incredibly huge ancient city.

But the living beings in this city were not of the Human Race, nor the Yao Race, and certainly not half-human/half-Yao.

Their forms resembled the Human Race, but most had light blue skin, some had strange long ears, exuding an evil and mysterious Aura, and they also had long tails.

They were just like the little succubus's tail!

Right now!

They were fighting over the void emperor mirror that had fallen not far away, and there were also powerful guys coming toward him.

Qin Wushang put away his saber and slowly stood up.

"Human Race... where do you come from?"

Suddenly, a voice came, and a black shadow appeared before him.

That was a big guy!

He stared at Qin Wushang with a pair of pitch-black eyes, looking him up and down, full of greed.

That look was like staring at prey!

"God King?"

Qin Wushang knew the strength of the newcomer with one glance.

Middle Stage God King strength.

His current Aura was withered, his Divine Power was overly exhausted, and in this state, he was indeed not an opponent.

And the other party also realized his condition was poor, which is why they dared to approach directly.

"Boss! It should be from the outside world!"

"During this time, many invaders have come from the outside world to train, and they have appeared in nearby big cities... He must be from the outside world, he must have many treasures!"

"Kill him!"

A voice came, and several more figures approached.

They stuck out their bright red, long tongues to lick the corners of their mouths, unscrupulously sizing up Qin Wushang.

"Kill me? Heh, are you sure?"

Qin Wushang smiled indifferently and looked at the guy who spoke.

That was just a Heavenly God, which, for him, was no longer worthy of being on the table.

"Human Race... your Divine Power has been exhausted, there is no way to escape today."

The leader said.

"Hmph! Once you reach the territory of our Ghost Spirit Clan, if you are a Dragon, you must coil up for us; if you are a Tiger, you must lie down for us."

A guy on the side said.

Qin Wushang listened and smiled, then activated the Heaven Mending Art. A surge of power welled up, instantly compensating for all his discomfort.

"Ghost Spirit Clan... are you very strong?"

He asked with a smile.

"Heaven Mending Art! You actually Cultivate the Heaven Mending Art!!!"

The Ghost Spirit Clan Chief's expression changed drastically.

"Oh? You actually recognize the Heaven Mending Art?"

Qin Wushang was surprised.

Coming to this ghost place, there were actually living beings who recognized that what he was using was the Heaven Mending Art.

"Our clan has records that once an existence like you came here and killed our clan's experts!"

"Among the records, there is the Heaven Mending Art. He was the same as you, no... maybe a little weaker than you."

Speaking this time, the Ghost Spirit Clan Chief's Aura was much lower, full of dread.

Qin Wushang's figure slowly rose from the crater.

He looked around, scanning the Ghost Spirit Clan experts who were fighting for the void emperor mirror.

"That is mine."

He only said one sentence, and the Ghost Spirit Clan Chief moved, his speed extremely fast.

"Stop!"

"All tribesmen, stop for this Clan Chief!"

"Boom!"

The terrifying God King Aura erupted, and the Ghost Spirit Clan beings who were scrambling for the void emperor mirror stopped one after another.

He grabbed the void emperor mirror and quickly sent it to Qin Wushang, hurriedly saying: "Fellow Daoist, it is all a misunderstanding!"

"This treasure of yours fell from the sky, they thought it was ownerless, so they made a move to snatch it."

"Hmm!"

Qin Wushang nodded and took the void emperor mirror.

At this moment, the void emperor mirror was already dim, lacking any of the terrifying might of an Emperor weapon from before.

He stepped away, and the other Ghost Spirit Clan experts immediately approached the Clan Chief.

"Clan Chief! With so many of us God Kings here, are we afraid of him alone?"

"Clan Chief! That mirror is a treasure, how can we be so timid?"

The Ghost Spirit Clan Chief listened to their words and shook his head.

"A great catastrophe recorded by our clan was also in this situation. The Clan Chief at that time was even more powerful than I am now, having stepped into the legendary Saint Realm."

"But what was the result?"

"Died?"

"One of our clan's three big cities was slaughtered, the Saint Realm expert fell, completely severing our clan's luck, and we lost our footing in this Great Desolation."

"You see him as weak, but can you withstand the terrifying power that tore through the Void Realm just now?"

"He is too calm."

The Ghost Spirit Clan Chief said.

The catastrophe back then caused the Ghost Spirit Clan to decline from one of the top ten clans in the Great Desolation to its current state...

If he made the wrong choice this time, I am afraid the entire Ghost Spirit Clan would be exterminated.

For a little bit of treasure, it wasn't worth it.

...

On the other side.

Qin Wushang had not gone far from the city gate when a slender figure caught his eye.

That figure swayed gracefully, her skirt sweeping across the bluestone road, bringing up a wisp of fragrance.

His pupils shrank, and he turned to leave almost instinctively.

"Little Man~"

A soft, melodious voice wrapped around his ears, carrying a bit of mockery and a bit of seduction. A wisp of clear, cold orchid fragrance followed, drilling into his nostrils bit by bit.

Qin Wushang's footsteps paused, only to feel his waist tighten. A pair of soft, boneless hands had already wrapped around him, the warm touch pressing against his skin through his clothes.

He turned his head stiffly, crashing into a pair of water-filled, shimmering peach-blossom eyes.

Su Feixue smiled like a flower, her body almost pressed against his back, her warm breath brushing against the side of his neck, making his heart itch.

"Are you that afraid of your big sister?"

Her fingertips gently brushed across his waist, her tone coquettish.

Qin Wushang's ears instantly turned red, and he hurriedly pried her hands away and took half a step back, the movement so large he almost stumbled.

"I was wondering who it was, so it is the Nine Nether Saintess..."

He gave a dry laugh, his eyes drifting, not daring to look at her. The cold and arrogant demeanor from just a moment ago had vanished, leaving only the embarrassment of being caught.