Urban Wolf King

Seeing Lady Qi land her very first move, everyone present couldn't help but cry out in shock.

All eight million Demon Cultivators turned deathly pale, terror written all over their faces, while Meng Po was all but drowning in regret.

Shadowless, Yu Wei and the others, on the other hand, had immense confidence in Wang Yan, because they didn't know Lady Qi at all, nor did they know what kind of person this number one City Lord of the Nether Realm really was.

In Shadowless and the others' eyes, Wang Yan—this freak who had absorbed the entire Five Elements Mountain—should be someone that practically no one could kill.

Just as Shadowless and Yu Wei had expected, although Lady Qi's five sharp fingers had stabbed toward Wang Yan's chest, they suddenly halted; the very tips of her fingernails were less than an inch from Wang Yan's chest, yet they could not move forward at all.

Lady Qi's expression couldn't help but change, and she hurriedly focused her gaze.

She saw a strong hand clamped tightly around her wrist, making it impossible for her fingers to go any further.

And the one gripping Lady Qi's wrist was precisely Wang Yan.

Lady Qi's face sank; she hadn't seen how Wang Yan had moved to grab her.

Still, her expression only darkened for an instant before she let out a cold smile. Her entire body's Divine Power instantly poured into her right hand, and that right hand was about to continue its forward grab.

Who could have known that Wang Yan's palm would be like a giant steel pincer—no matter how much force Lady Qi used, her right hand wouldn't even budge.

Lady Qi flew into a rage, bellowed, and the Divine Power flooding her right arm suddenly surged down into her fingers. At once, five sharp fingertips fired out five streaks of light; with a sharp "whoosh", those five-colored rays shot straight toward Wang Yan's chest.

This attack happened in the blink of an eye, and Lady Qi's fingers were extremely close to Wang Yan. Don't say Wang Yan—anyone in his place would have been unable to dodge this strike.

Everyone's hearts sank as they surged forward, intending to rescue Wang Yan.

But it was already too late. Five rays of divine light shot from Lady Qi's fingertips, instantly piercing through Wang Yan's body.

Lady Qi immediately burst into mad laughter: "Hahaha, what 'great marshal of humanity'? Turns out you're just a big idiot."

Yet before her laughter finished, it abruptly cut off, because she realized her five rays of divine light had not only hit Wang Yan, they had passed straight through his body.

Only, the way the light passed through was far too effortless—it didn't feel like piercing a human body at all, but more like slipping through thin air.

Just as Lady Qi was puzzled, she saw the Wang Yan before her eyes gradually grow insubstantial, while those five rays of divine light, after passing through Wang Yan's phantom-like body without any resistance, continued shooting off into the distance.

Seeing this, Lady Qi finally understood: Wang Yan had already dodged at some point, and what her Five-Colored Divine Light had hit was merely Wang Yan's mirage.

But Wang Yan's escape was one thing—the part that horrified Lady Qi most at this moment was the direction in which those five rays were flying: they were heading straight toward the location of the twenty million Nether Realm troops.

At that, Lady Qi hastily tried to take to the air, intending to reclaim her Five-Colored Divine Light.

She knew very well that if this Five-Colored Divine Light fell among the Nether Realm troops, those twenty million soldiers would suffer catastrophic casualties.

Yet just as Lady Qi was about to fly forward, she suddenly felt her hand still tightly clamped, her body unable to move at all.

Lady Qi hastily lowered her head to look, only to find that the right hand gripping her wrist was still there, and her wrist still wouldn't budge.

Lady Qi's heart filled with doubt. Hadn't Wang Yan clearly dodged just now? Why was he still gripping her wrist so tightly?

And at that moment, the Wang Yan who had disappeared from in front of her just a second ago actually slowly solidified again, a faint smile on his face, as he once more stood before her.

"You… you…"

At this point, Lady Qi still couldn't figure out whether Wang Yan had left just now or not.

Not only Lady Qi—most of the people present had no idea what had just happened.

Only Meng Po had seen it clearly. Just as Lady Qi released her Five-Colored Divine Light, Wang Yan suddenly vanished; at the moment he disappeared, he lightly lifted the hand gripping Lady Qi's wrist, subtly raising the angle of her five fingers.

It was precisely that tiny upward tilt that changed the Five-Colored Divine Light's trajectory from the eight million Demon Cultivators to the twenty million Nether Realm troops in the distance.

And right after the Five-Colored Divine Light had just fired, Wang Yan returned to his original spot again, still standing before Lady Qi, still holding her wrist.

Wang Yan's speed was simply too fast, so no one could see whether he'd left, how he'd left, or how he'd returned.

Just then, a deafening boom sounded, and the Five-Colored Divine Light fell into the midst of the Nether Realm troops.

A five-colored mushroom cloud shot skyward, and with that cloud, waves of five-colored light rippled outward in all directions.

The twenty million Nether Realm troops positioned around the mushroom cloud were instantly struck by the five-colored waves, swept up into the air, then, while still airborne, hit again by incoming five-colored light, torn into pieces.

In an instant, the Nether Realm army fell into chaos and scattered in all directions, fleeing.

But no matter how they ran, they couldn't outrun the Five-Colored waves. Under the continuous bombardment of the five-colored radiance, more and more Evil Ghost Asuras were shredded and slain.

In a short span of time, the Nether Realm army that had been so imposing just moments before descended into a Hellish nightmare, wails and screams filling the field.

Though Lady Qi was anxious—those twenty million troops were her final trump card—Wang Yan was standing before her, that faint, elusive smile never leaving his face as he watched her. That alone made Lady Qi too afraid to make any move at all.

Finally, the aura of the explosion gradually dissipated, and the mushroom cloud rose into midair, slowly turning into a gray mass that spread outward. Endless dust drifted down from the gray cloud, settling onto the ground.

Looking down again at the ground, nearly half of the twenty million Nether Realm troops had been killed; the remaining ten-odd million were all covered in dust, disheveled and utterly wretched.

And the earlier deadly pressure bearing down on the eight million Demon Cultivators had thus been entirely dispelled.

Seeing this, a faint smile surfaced on Meng Po's face, and she praised inwardly: Having a powerful cultivation base is one thing, but to have such a meticulous mind—to turn Lady Qi's own hand into a weapon that wipes out half the Nether Realm army with a mere flick of the wrist—that's truly remarkable.

Moments ago Meng Po had still been worrying about Wang Yan, but now her heart completely relaxed. Smiling, she merely stood there, watching.

The eight million Demon Cultivators, seeing Wang Yan resolve such a massive crisis with a mere wave of his hand, immediately erupted into wild cheers.

At that moment, Wang Yan looked at Lady Qi before him and said evenly, "Now it's my turn to attack."

The calm expression on Wang Yan's face made Lady Qi feel as though her heart had sunk into an endless abyss, and his eerie speed from just now made her reevaluate him entirely.

Lady Qi quickly forced a smile, putting on a pitiful look. Her crimson lips parted slightly as she said in a soft, tender voice, "Brother Wang Yan, don't be so cruel to your little slave. Look, you've even grabbed my wrist until it's all red."

Lady Qi's voice was gentle, and coupled with the fact that she was already stunningly beautiful, her posture of humble supplication carried its own special charm. Especially as those few words left her lips, they seemed infused with Magic Power. Wang Yan's previously calm face suddenly showed a trace of dazed confusion.

Wang Yan's mouth slowly Zhang Kai a little, and he murmured softly, "My beloved concubine, how could I bear to be cruel to you?"

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