Jing Feng was tied up, his face flushed with anger. "Who are you calling dead? I won't die even if you do."
"Oh, oh, oh." Dongfang Wuji laughed maniacally, looking Jing Feng up and down.
"You're tied up like this, yet your mouth is still so stubborn. If I hadn't arrived in time, your head might have already rolled off."
Ding Zi's body was tense. The two were arguing heatedly, yet he didn't dare to move an inch.
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He could feel that Dongfang Wuji was clearly looking at Jing Feng.
All the killing intent was focused on him. If he had moved even a fraction, the sword at his neck would have instantly decapitated him.
"How should I deal with him? Leave him for you to vent your anger?" Dongfang Wuji tilted his chin, nudging Ding Zi who stood as straight as a pine tree.
Jing Feng rolled his eyes at him, feeling somewhat speechless. "He's an old acquaintance, after all. Give him a quick end."
"Give him a quick end? Aren't you afraid of retaliation from the entire Assassin's Pavilion?"
Dongfang Wuji's face was wreathed in a somewhat cunning smile.
"What you're saying, if I torture him to death, would the retaliation be any less?"
Whether he stretched his neck or not, it was still a knife. It was better to finish Ding Zi off sooner rather than later, so he wouldn't have to see him hopping around in the future.
Dongfang Wuji stroked his chin and used the sword in his hand to lift Ding Zi's head, forcing him to look up.
"Hey, Scarface, how about you hand over your Assassin's Pavilion to me?"
Since he had nothing to do lately, running an Assassin's Pavilion would be a way to pass the time.
Ding Zi gritted his teeth, a vein throbbing in his temple. "You're dreaming!"
The Assassin's Pavilion was his life's work, and he would never give even a tiny portion of it to anyone else!
"Ah, that's truly regrettable."
Dongfang Wuji's lips curved into a smile, neither smiling nor frowning. "I was thinking, if you were to hand over the Assassin's Pavilion, I would spare your life."
"I didn't expect you to be so eager to die."
His voice grew colder, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared. "What a pity..."
The blade twisted, and Ding Zi's head crashed to the ground, rolling a few times.
After Ding Zi's death, Dongfang Wuji smiled again and walked towards Jing Feng.
Seeing Dongfang Wuji, whose smile was becoming increasingly twisted, approaching, Jing Feng felt that something bad was about to happen.
"You! What are you doing!" Jing Feng, tied up, could only scamper away with his legs.
"Don't come over! Do you hear me! I'm warning you, don't come over!"
"Let go! Let go of me!"
"Ahhh—!"
"Dongfang Wuji—!!!"
...
The massive army pressed down on the city, a dark mass of heavenly soldiers surrounding the small city.
Long Jin Han's dark eyes narrowed, emanating a terrifying pressure. A figure in red appeared beside him, and the pressure around him slightly lessened.
"The civilians in the city have been moved to safety, and Baili Xiao's villa has been protected by a barrier."
Looking at the dense ranks of heavenly soldiers before him, Bai Ran smiled, a crimson glow flowing in her eyes.
"Now, the war begins..."
Long Jin Han chuckled, gazing at the person beside him with great tenderness.
"Let loose, I've got your back."
The Vermilion Bird let out a cry, its massive form soaring out of the city and circling freely in the sky.
"That's... a divine beast?"
"Impossible to mistake, that's the ancient divine beast Vermilion Bird!"
A vibrant red figure leaped up, caught by the Vermilion Bird that had lowered its body, and flew towards the countless heavenly soldiers.
"Don't die too quickly."
Bai Ran raised her hand, and with a slight movement, Xuanwu, Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Zhong Zi, and Dong Ling, five figures, charged straight towards the army.
The Vermilion Bird's cry resounded through heaven and earth, and surging flames ignited, heralding the start of the war.
Zhong Zi and Dong Ling were specters by nature, immortal and indestructible, their strength among the best in the Nine Heavens.
Xuanwu, Azure Dragon, and White Tiger were also ancient divine beasts with extraordinary abilities, each able to fend off a thousand.
Although the heavenly soldiers were numerous, they were merely using brute force, and their formation was quickly broken, forcing them to engage in a hurried battle.
"Tsk, at such an exciting moment, the little ghost always leaves me behind."
Xiao Zi sat on the city wall, his legs dangling outside, his tail swaying behind him, seemingly dissatisfied.
Long Jin Han glanced at the person beside him, his tone indifferent. "Demon Emperor? Why are you here?"
"I am the closest person to the little ghost, why can't I be here?"
...
"What did you say?"
"The closest person to the little ghost."
Long Jin Han's face was dark, his spiritual energy raging uncontrollably.
Seeing him about to erupt in anger, Xiao Zi felt great amusement.
"Boom—"
Xiao Zi jumped up, and the spot where he had been sitting was blasted into a large pit by spiritual energy.
"Hey! Are you serious!" He stared at the man before him, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. He had only said a few words and almost lost his life!
This guy's temper was not just bad!
"Who is the closest person?"
Long Jin Han stared at Xiao Zi, his eyes icy, as if he could crush him with ease at any moment.
Xiao Zi nervously averted his gaze and awkwardly rubbed his nose.
He couldn't beat him...
The corpses began to pile up. The expected experts of the Nine Heavens did not appear; only ordinary heavenly soldiers had come.
Let's finish this quickly.
The Vermilion Bird circled in the sky, and the spiritual arrows shot by the heavenly soldiers were all reduced to dust by her flames.
Bai Ran stood on the Vermilion Bird's back, her eyes turning blood red.
As she raised her hand, the colors of heaven and earth changed. The gentle breeze that had been blowing became strong, stinging people's faces.
"You dead things, rise up..."
The wind whistled, the earth trembled, and a single hand stirred the winds and clouds of the world.
Blood spread, and incomplete corpses began to tremble and stand up, a bizarre sight.
"How is this possible! The bodies! The corpses are standing up!"
"This ability... No, it's impossible..."
"It's the Ghost King! The woman on the divine beast's back is the Ghost King!"
Familiar dead faces stood up within seconds, becoming enemies.
Immortal and indestructible, neither living nor dead, these were the living dead.
"Go, fight for your king..."
With a wave of her hand, the distorted corpses attacked the soldiers. They had no weapons and did not know how to use them.
They relied solely on their fierce grip and cruel biting to deal with enemy after enemy.
Wails reached the heavens, and the enemy numbers dwindled at an astonishing rate, becoming Bai Ran's forces.
Long Jin Han and Xiao Zi also stopped their actions, staring at the scene before them.
"The larger the scale of the war, the more powerful the Ghost King's ability becomes."
On the battlefield, she was king.
The warm sun rose, and brilliant golden light cascaded down, painting the world in beautiful gold.
Her blood-red eyes were mesmerizing, and her fiery figure stood atop the divine beast.
Limbs and dismembered bodies, rivers of blood, yet the woman stood there without batting an eye, standing at the highest point, looking down upon the earth.
Long Jin Han lowered his gaze, chuckling softly.
This little girl, he was truly looking forward to it more and more.
Looking forward to what heights she would reach...