Urban Wolf King

Seeing even the Ghost Venerable bow his head, Ouyang Feiting was taken aback.

To overpower the Ghost Venerable, one's cultivation must be above the Venerable Tier. Could this Asura have already reached a level akin to that of a Demon God?

Ouyang Feiting's guess wasn't wrong; the Asura's cultivation was indeed equivalent to the Divine Tier of a Demon Cultivator.

The Demon Gods cultivate Divine Power, while the Asura cultivates Yin Qi.

Though their paths differ, as Zuo Hong said, despite the myriad ways, all methods converge. At the realm of the Asura, their cultivations also divide into Three Flowers Crown, Harmonious Four Symbols, and Five Elements Morning Qi.

The Asura before them had already reached the cultivation of a Single Flower.

Thus, tens of thousands of Evil Ghosts like the Ghost Venerable showed such reverence to this Asura.

Just as Ouyang Feiting was contemplating, she saw a white-clothed man drifting from the depths of the tunnel.

This man had a pale complexion, devoid of any blood color, his eyes sunken, and his eye sockets were purple-blue, but his figure was solid, indistinguishable from an ordinary person.

However, this Asura exuded Yin Death Qi, and faint trails of greenish-black Yin Qi could be seen rising from him.

Upon seeing this white-clothed man, Ouyang Feiting's heart sank. She sensed that the condensed Yin Qi on this man was nearly indistinguishable from Wang Yan's, perhaps even slightly stronger.

The white-clothed man approached the edge of the array. The Ghost Venerable quickly bowed and said, "Lord Asura, please assist us."

The white-clothed man snorted coldly, "A bunch of worthless fools."

Upon hearing the white-clothed man's scolding, the Ghost Venerable lowered his head immediately, not daring to refute.

It was only then that the white-clothed man turned his gaze to the array before him. Upon seeing the array, his face immediately lost its look of disdain, replaced by a trace of surprise, "No wonder you can't break this array. It's set up by a human Demon God. Who would've thought that in such a remote place, there'd be someone of such cultivation?"

Seeing the white-clothed man instantly recognize Wang Yan's cultivation, Ouyang Feiting felt another sinking feeling in her heart but forced herself to remain calm and said, "Since you know how formidable my brother Wang Yan is, you'd best leave quickly, or else you'll face the consequences."

The white-clothed man glanced at Ouyang Feiting, smirked coldly, "It seems the one who set up the array isn't here. Otherwise, how would you dare speak to me so boldly? But if he were here, he'd be lucky to escape. Otherwise, upon meeting me, I'd kill him in a single move."

After finishing, the white-clothed man glanced at Ouyang Feiting, his eyes showing a hint of sinister softness, "Your cultivation is decent, your looks quite proper. I'm missing a Ghost Bride. I'll kill you and make you my Ghost Bride to serve me."

Despite being separated by the array, Ouyang Feiting felt a chill run through her, her body bristling instantaneously.

"Just you wait! When my brother Wang Yan returns, you'll pay," Ouyang Feiting shouted.

"Good, I look forward to his return. Then I'll turn him into my Ghost Slave, and during our dual cultivation, he'll serve both of us."

"You... you... bastard," Though Ouyang Feiting's face turned pale with anger, she only managed to utter these few words.

At this moment, the white-clothed man's fingertip pointed at the array before him, saying, "No rush, beautiful. I'll have you serving me soon."

With these words, the white-clothed man's finger came into contact with the array set by Wang Yan.

As the white-clothed man's finger touched the array, ripples spread, growing larger and larger, quickly covering the whole entrance.

The white-clothed man's finger slowly advanced, the ripples growing increasingly intense, gradually causing transparent glow shields to crack.

Seeing the array, which couldn't be broken in half a year, now developing cracks from just a finger of the white-clothed man, tens of thousands below the Ghost Venerable screamed high-pitched cries.

The screams were horrifying, chilling to the bones.

Despair showed in the eyes of Ouyang Feiting and the others.

With just this one gesture, it was clear that the white-clothed man's cultivation was indeed much stronger than Wang Yan's.

Ouyang Qiu quickly pulled Ouyang Feiting, saying, "Feiting, we must escape."

With that, the two turned and fled.

And those tens of thousands of Chi Race Demon Cultivators, whose legs had gone soft in fear, seeing Ouyang Feiting flee, immediately followed and rushed out.

But just as Ouyang Feiting took a few steps, they heard a crashing sound behind them.

Upon hearing this sound, Ouyang Feiting's heart sank.

The array was broken.

At that moment, a white shadow blurred past, blocking Ouyang Feiting's path.

The person sinisterly smirked, staring at Ouyang Feiting with a lustful grin around the mouth.

The sight caused Ouyang Feiting and her companions to stop in their tracks, for standing in their way was the white-clad Asura.

"Feiting, run!"

Just then, Ouyang Qiu leaped forward, launching an attack on the white-clothed Asura.

Ouyang Qiu intended to use her attack to buy time for Ouyang Feiting's escape.

Though Ouyang Qiu was at the Demon Emperor Great Perfection, she was weak against the white-clothed Asura.

The white-clothed Asura pointed a finger at Ouyang Qiu, releasing a Yin Death fly.

Before Ouyang Qiu could even approach the white-clothed Asura, the Yin Qi had already struck.

With a "poof," a burst of blood splattered, tearing a massive hole through Ouyang Qiu's chest.

With a thud, Ouyang Qiu fell to the ground, blood gushing from her chest, and her breath rapidly weakened.

"Mom—" Ouyang Feiting lunged forward, watching as Ouyang Qiu's breath dwindled and faded.

"Mom—don't die, you can't die—Mom—" Ouyang Feiting's eyes brimmed with tears, her gaze fierce, her voice full of heart-wrenching pain.

"Feiting, you must... escape..."

With her last ounce of strength, Ouyang Qiu managed to lift her hand, grasping Ouyang Feiting's hand to deliver her final words.

After speaking, Ouyang Qiu's head tilted, collapsing in her arms, lifeless.

Tears burst forth like a breached dam from Ouyang Feiting's eyes.

She had only reunited with Ouyang Qiu for half a year, during which she had felt the warmth of maternal love.

Originally believing she could live happily, she hadn't anticipated such a brief moment of happiness, quickly severed by the divide of life and death.

While Ouyang Feiting was grieving, she felt a massive force pulling her backward.

Then, Ouyang Feiting heard an icy, heartless voice behind her, "Don't be sad, life is brief, death is eternal. It's your turn next."

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