Urban Wolf King

Hearing this voice, Wang Yan turned his head to look, his eyes narrowing slightly, but with one glance he recognized the person.

He saw that this person's figure was voluptuous, her face gaudy and seductive. Though she could be considered pretty, her brows and eyes were filled with bewitchment and malice.

This woman was Zhao Xinyao.

Only, at this moment, Zhao Xinyao was no longer a living human. Her whole body drifted in and out of focus; she had already become a Yin Death Body.

Wang Yan thought for a moment and immediately understood.

Back then on Three Principles Mountain, Zhao Xinyao had been killed by him; her Soul must have entered Hell. Now that the Nether Realm army was attacking, this Zhao Xinyao had naturally followed the Nether Realm army and returned here from Hell.

Thinking of this, Wang Yan couldn't help but furrow his brows tightly, and immediately thought of a question: if that's the case, doesn't it mean that all the people who died before would "be reborn" as ghosts in Hell? Would that also include Hu Wei? Ouyang Qiu?

Seeing Wang Yan lower his head and say nothing, Zhao Xinyao thought Wang Yan was scared, and burst out laughing: "Hahahaha, Wang Yan, I really didn't expect it, so you died too."

Hearing Zhao Xinyao's words, Wang Yan sneered coldly in his heart.

The reason his body was shrouded in Yin Qi was actually because he was carrying Black Sakura on him, and as for Ouyang Feiting, it was likewise because Wang Yan had placed the Soul Capturing Armor on her.

With these two Yin-heavy Magical Treasures on them, constantly releasing Yin Death Qi, Wang Yan and Ouyang Feiting appeared no different from ordinary Evil Ghosts.

This was precisely why Zhao Xinyao had mistaken them.

Since Zhao Xinyao had misjudged, Wang Yan couldn't be bothered to explain to her, and said coldly, "So you also came here from the Nether Realm?"

Although Wang Yan's sentence was phrased as a question, it was actually to confirm his earlier speculation.

Sure enough, hearing Wang Yan's words, Zhao Xinyao's eyes immediately widened with excitement, and she laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, Wang Yan, we really are fated, to actually meet again after death. But I suppose you must have died later than me, and your cultivation after death is definitely not as good as mine. And you only have one attendant with you. This time, I've clearly got the upper hand, haven't I? So I'm going to have some real fun with you."

With that, Zhao Xinyao's body swayed as she walked up to Wang Yan. The several hundred Evil Ghosts following behind her surged forward as well, surrounding Wang Yan and Ouyang Feiting, each of them glaring at the two with vicious ghostly eyes.

Zhao Xinyao walked right up to Wang Yan, tilted her face up to look at him, and teased, "Wang Yan, so you're actually taller than me. I don't like looking up at you like this. Kneel down! Otherwise, I'll order them to break your legs."

Wang Yan's face was expressionless, only the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. Without any visible movement from him, right as his eye corner twitched, the hundreds of Evil Ghosts around them suddenly let out painful shrieks, each clutching their throats and rolling on the ground.

Zhao Xinyao was startled. What she relied on was precisely her numbers and ghostly underlings, yet before a fight even started, her supposed support had suddenly ended up in such a state.

"What's wrong with you all?" Zhao Xinyao shouted anxiously.

But before the words had finished leaving her mouth, the hundreds of Evil Ghosts let out a simultaneous "boom," exploding apart and turning into streams of Yin Qi that dispersed into nothing.

At this moment, Wang Yan lowered his head, looking down at Zhao Xinyao, and said coldly, "I didn't hear clearly just now—who did you say was going to break my legs?"

By now, how could Zhao Xinyao not understand that the one who had just caused the hundreds of Evil Ghosts to explode was Wang Yan?

A look of terror immediately surfaced in Zhao Xinyao's eyes, and that terror rapidly spread to cover her entire face.

Even though she was now a bona fide Evil Ghost, the way she looked at Wang Yan was as if she were seeing an Evil Ghost herself.

After dazing for half a beat, Zhao Xinyao jolted awake as if from a nightmare, let out a sharp scream, and turned to flee.

However, the moment Zhao Xinyao tried to turn around, she suddenly felt her entire body become frozen stiff, unable to move a single muscle.

At this, Zhao Xinyao was scared out of her wits, her Soul nearly flying away. She stared at Wang Yan, her whole body trembling.

At this moment, Zhao Xinyao once again recalled the scene of being killed by Wang Yan on Three Principles Mountain.

That had been the most painful and terrifying memory of her life.

She had thought that after she died, that kind of memory would only occur once.

Who would have thought that even after death, she would have to go through the same thing again.

Right then, Wang Yan leaned his body forward, staring down coldly at Zhao Xinyao from above, and asked, "Where are the people from Peak Group?"

Zhao Xinyao shuddered in fright and quickly said, "I don't know, I really don't know. When I got here, it was already like this."

As soon as Zhao Xinyao finished speaking, a flash of killing intent appeared in Wang Yan's eyes.

Seeing this killing intent, Zhao Xinyao felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet straight up to the top of her head. Her hair practically stood on end.

She could already sense that in just a few more seconds, she might really die a second time.

Immediately, Zhao Xinyao shouted, "I don't know, but someone does."

"Who knows?" Wang Yan's bent body paused.

Seeing this, Zhao Xinyao finally breathed a sigh of relief. She continued, "It's the Ghost General Grand General. He's the ghost here with the highest cultivation. He definitely knows what happened here."

"Take me to him."

Wang Yan stepped back half a step and said coldly.

As soon as Wang Yan's words fell, Zhao Xinyao felt her body regain mobility.

Although she was still shocked in her heart by Wang Yan's methods, inwardly she sneered: Wang Yan, Wang Yan, you're walking to your own death. Since you insist on seeing the Ghost General Grand General, I'll take you there.

Though that was what she thought, Zhao Xinyao put on a pitiful look and kept muttering, "Do you really want to see the Ghost General Grand General? Really? The Ghost General Grand General's cultivation is way weaker than yours; you mustn't beat him up, okay?"

As she spoke, Zhao Xinyao secretly turned her head from time to time to observe Wang Yan and Ouyang Feiting.

She saw Wang Yan's face full of disdain, while Ouyang Feiting's expression was even more blank and ignorant.

Zhao Xinyao grew suspicious in her heart: just whose subordinate is this Wang Yan? Why is it that when I mentioned the Ghost Realm's name, he wasn't afraid at all? Does he not know how terrifying the Ghost Realm General is?

While Zhao Xinyao was still pondering, the three of them had already arrived before a courtyard.

They saw Yin Qi soaring into the sky from within the courtyard, the coldness bone-piercing.

However, as soon as they saw this courtyard, Wang Yan and Ouyang Feiting couldn't help but exchange a glance, and a faint hint of sweetness and warmth appeared in both their eyes.

Almost at the same time, the two of them reached out and clasped each other's hands. Ouyang Feiting leaned her body against Wang Yan, and the two of them slowly walked through the courtyard's main gate.

As they entered, they saw that on the broken, incomplete plaque hanging over the gate were written several words—Wanghai Noble Academy.

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