Urban Wolf King

In all the world there were tens of millions of Evil Ghosts, and underground two million Demon Cultivators; at this moment, whether human eyes or ghostly pupils, all were fixed tightly in one direction.

In that direction, Wang Yan and Beiming Xue were locked in an embrace and a kiss, oblivious to everything around them.

Although the tens of millions of Evil Ghosts were still attacking nonstop, those attacks were all launched half‑heartedly; some struck the Chaos Bell and were bounced back.

Some even veered wildly off course, to the point that they couldn't even hit that gigantic Chaos Bell.

At last, Beiming Xue could no longer withstand Wang Yan's fierce onslaught and suddenly broke free from his "attack."

Seeing the humans and ghosts all around staring at them, Beiming Xue's face flushed red with a "whoosh," like a ripe apple, and then she struggled out of Wang Yan's arms.

Wang Yan watched Beiming Xue leave, reluctant to let her go; just as Beiming Xue brushed past him, Wang Yan bent down and whispered softly in her ear, "Xue'er, your Soul Skill is really powerful. Tonight, let me show you my techniques too."

Hearing that, Beiming Xue's face reddened even more; she hurriedly strode past Wang Yan and hid behind the nearby Four Divine Beasts of Tiger, Leopard, Bear, and Lion, using their enormous bodies to block herself from view.

Although Wang Yan had spoken in a veiled way just now, Beiming Xue understood that the "techniques" he mentioned were precisely his Dual Cultivation Technique.

However, while Beiming Xue was lowering her head in thought, she suddenly felt a wisp of Divine Power arise within her body and begin flowing through her.

Especially when it passed through her Dantian; there in her Dantian, a tiny little infant slowly began to form, gradually taking shape.

This was precisely the omen of a Demon Venerable breaking through to Demon God, the first sign of a Nascent Soul.

This was because Beiming Xue had just used her Soul Skill to assist Wang Yan, and at the same time received Wang Yan's aid in turn, causing her cultivation to improve.

Everyone sensed the change in Beiming Xue, especially Wang Yan, who happened to turn and give Beiming Xue a slight smile; as the corners of his mouth lifted, his intention of an "appointment battle" that night was written all over his face.

Seeing this, the Right General was dumbfounded.

Not only was Wang Yan openly flirting under the attacks of tens of millions of Evil Ghosts, but after the flirting, that woman was actually about to break through!

What kind of world was this—was there nowhere left to complain to?

Just then, beneath the Chaos Bell, Wang Yan burst out laughing: "Now that the important business is done, it's time to deal with these ghosts and ghouls."

From Wang Yan's words, kissing Beiming Xue was the real business; killing the tens of millions of Evil Ghosts in front of him was merely something to do in passing.

The contempt in this sentence instantly filled the Right General's heart with rage; he snorted coldly and said, "My tens of millions of Evil Ghosts may not be able to kill you, but that's only because you rely on the might of a Magical Treasure. As for you wanting to kill us—that's sheer delusion."

Wang Yan smiled faintly and said, "Then I'll let you see the new technique I just taught."

Only now did the Right General recall that, back in Human Flesh Valley, Wang Yan had taught the two million Demon Cultivators a technique.

But even by now, he still didn't know what that technique actually was.

While the Right General was wildly speculating, he heard Wang Yan say, "Prepare."

With that word, the two million Demon Cultivators simultaneously raised their fingers, their fingertips aimed at the tens of millions of Evil Ghosts in the sky.

Then they heard Wang Yan say, "Evil-Breaking Slash!"

With those words, sharp, wind‑rending sounds burst from the fingertips of the two million Demon Cultivators; a surge of Power of Demon Patterns shot rapidly from each fingertip, blasting toward the Evil Ghosts in the sky.

It turned out that what Wang Yan had just taught them was none other than Evil-Breaking Slash.

This Evil-Breaking Slash could be practiced regardless of cultivation level; as long as one had Power of Demon Patterns, one could cultivate it.

Wang Yan had taught them Evil-Breaking Slash precisely for a situation like this.

Two million strands of Evil-Breaking Slash streaked straight into the heavens.

The Evil-Breaking Slash was incredibly fast; even the Right General couldn't react in time. Only when the Slashes were already upon them did he suddenly awaken, as if from a dream.

At once, the Right General hurriedly shouted, "Dodge!"

Only then did the tens of millions of Evil Ghosts think to evade.

But just now, they had been focused solely on attacking Wang Yan and were already exhausted; now, suddenly under attack, they simply had no time to react.

"Puff, puff" sounds rang out without end, and tens of thousands of Evil Ghosts were pierced through by Evil-Breaking Slash and fell from mid-air to the ground.

For a moment, the sky was like a rainstorm of ghosts.

Seeing that just one volley had slain nearly a million Evil Ghosts, the two million Demon Cultivators were instantly boosted in morale; they pointed with their fingers again and again, launching continuous attacks at the Evil Ghosts.

The Evil Ghosts finally reacted as well and began to fight back one after another.

But every counterattack from the Evil Ghosts was blocked by the Chaos Bell, never landing on the Demon Cultivators.

With no worries at their backs, the Demon Cultivators' attacks grew ever sharper; and as they became more and more skilled with Evil-Breaking Slash, its power also increased, and the number of Evil Ghosts knocked down kept rising.

In the blink of an eye, over two million Evil Ghosts had fallen to the ground.

Seeing this, the Right General couldn't help but shout, "All wounded ghosts, fall back; once recovered, resume the attack."

After all, the Evil Ghosts possessed an Undying Body; as long as they weren't smashed into Shattered Bone and dust, they would not die. Given some time, they would recover as before.

Thus, the Right General intended to use the tens of millions of Evil Ghosts to wear down the Demon Cultivators' Power of Demon Patterns.

Once the Demon Cultivators' Power of Demon Patterns was completely exhausted, he would launch a counterattack.

If his opponent had been anyone else, this tactic would have been entirely effective.

But standing before him was Wang Yan.

Seeing the two million wounded Evil Ghosts withdraw to the rear, Wang Yan laughed heartily and said, "You want to run now? A bit too late for that."

As he spoke, Wang Yan flicked his right hand, and two black streaks shot out, tracing twin arcs that curved around the two million Evil Ghosts and cut them off from behind.

When the two black streaks halted, they revealed two Magical Treasures.

One was a Black Sakura, emitting a soft black glow.

The other was a suit of Black Armor, its gaping maw howling like a raging gale.

These were precisely Wang Yan's Black Sakura and Soul Capturing Armor.

Seeing these two Magical Treasures, the Right General's face changed drastically; he exclaimed in shock, "Six Paths… it's the Six Paths…"

The Right General, who just moments ago had been ready to fight to the death, immediately spun around and retreated.

As soon as the Right General retreated, the remaining Evil Ghosts lost all will to fight and likewise turned to flee.

But with Black Sakura and Soul Capturing Armor blocking their rear, the Evil Ghosts had nowhere to retreat to.

And in front of them, two million Demon Cultivators' Evil-Breaking Slashes were raining down; the ghosts truly had no way to the heavens and no door to the earth.

More and more Evil Ghosts were shattered out of the sky like falling rain, crashing to the ground and being sucked into Black Sakura and Soul Capturing Armor.

The Right General was like a headless fly, dashing left and right, yet unable to escape the encirclement of Black Sakura and Soul Capturing Armor.

As the Evil Ghosts around him grew fewer and fewer, and he was about to become utterly alone, the Right General went berserk. If this continued, he would undoubtedly die.

Thinking of this, the Right General shouted to the roughly four million Evil Ghosts remaining around him, "We can't retreat, and we can't advance; follow me and kill their commander, and seek victory in the midst of danger."

With that, the Right General led four million Evil Ghosts and actually charged straight toward Wang Yan.

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