books44 Chapter 958 The White Walkers (5)
Chapter 958 The White Walkers (5)
Chapter 958 The Others (Part 5)
Glug glug...
A perfectly intact human head was rolling on the ground, and everyone present could see it.
Zhuo Qingyang's confusion and bewilderment before his death, and the bite from the Azure Scaled Serpent just now... It's not hard to see from the smooth cross-section of his neck that the serpent was decisive and ruthless when it bit down, fast, accurate, and vicious.
It's impossible to tell that just a moment ago, the two had a close contractual relationship; they seem more like mortal enemies locked in a deadly battle.
The people present were stunned. They looked at each other, speechless, and stood there motionless.
"With this little strength, you dare to toy with the demons?" Han Yi glanced at Zhuo Qingyang's corpse, which was rapidly dissipating and fading.
Do you really think just anyone can wield the power of demons? How naive!
I don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is.
Even Han Yi himself, if he hadn't made unremitting efforts to adapt and change his physical body, would not have been able to absorb, accept, and utilize demonic energy.
Clang...
The armored woman had intended to sneak away during this lull, but the clanging of the bells at her waist against her armor left her standing awkwardly in place.
The raised foot is caught in a dilemma: whether to put it down or put it back down.
"What... is this thing?" Han Yi looked at the copper bell at the armored woman's waist with a strange gaze. The copper bell was swaying slightly, as if it had human emotions, and was filled with fear.
"..."
The armored woman paused for a moment, then turned away helplessly.
This trip out of the palace was supposed to be a relaxing and enjoyable spring outing.
did not expect.
But they encountered such a vicious person.
Zhuo Qingyang was already crazy enough. Killing people at the drop of a hat was a minor matter. The key was that his brain had long been damaged by devouring the souls of living beings, and he would often hug the snake demon and do unspeakable things.
result…...
The armored woman sighed almost imperceptibly. It was true that Zhuo Qingyang was mentally ill, but he was strong enough, otherwise she wouldn't have tolerated him for so long.
But clearly, this time... they've kicked a much stronger nut to crack.
If Zhuo Qingyang couldn't even put up a fight, then there was no way I could possibly make a fuss.
The armored woman took a deep breath, forcing a smile through her teeth. "This is the Soul Locker, a fourth-rank Great Ghost. It possesses the art of seducing souls, capable of captivating people's minds without their knowledge, leaving them unable to extricate themselves. Of course, this only applies to ordinary people; it has no effect on those of us with accomplished spiritual powers."
She didn't see any unusual expression on Han Yi's face, only a calm one, as still as a stagnant pool, as if he had just done something insignificant.
Under this gaze, the armored woman felt soaked to the bone, as if drenched by a torrential rain. A nameless fear gripped her heart, as if she were facing not a person, but an unfathomable river capable of engulfing everything.
Startled, she hurriedly explained, trying to ease the tension.
Little devil, big devil, ghost general, ghost king.
Minor ghosts are supernatural, major ghosts are skilled in magic.
If the lesser goblins still conform to people's stereotypical image of ghosts—without physical form, ethereal in appearance, and capable of some simple tricks like walking through walls, becoming invisible, and scaring people—then the greater goblins are completely different beings. They not only possess a certain physical form but are also capable of performing unique and unparalleled tricks.
Tricks, bizarre and wonderful, are the unique magic of the Others.
Just like the little knife ghost in Han Yi's hand, it can only release one or two weak blade energies now. When it advances to become a big knife ghost, it will have more bizarre abilities such as ghost knife and demonic shadow.
"Will you die, or should I help you?" Having obtained the information, Han Yi had nothing more to ask and calmly looked at the other party.
"I admit defeat. You can do whatever you want with the Soul Locker," the armored woman pleaded. "Just please spare me this time."
She didn't want to die here.
Although dying here isn't true death, the damage to one's soul is far more troublesome.
"Spare you?"
Han Yi remained noncommittal and slowly walked to the opposite side of the armored woman. The tight-fitting armor gleamed with a faint gray metallic sheen, and below the skirt, a pair of long, shapely legs were faintly visible, without an ounce of excess fat, revealing glimpses of delicate skin.
A glimpse of pink lips was visible through the gap in the side of the mask; bright eyes and white teeth—just by looking at this, you could tell she was a beautiful woman.
"...After the battle is over, you can come find me..." The armored woman bit her lip, clearly prepared to sacrifice herself. "I am..."
Clang!
Before she could finish speaking, a flash of silver light appeared before her eyes.
The armored woman's body instantly stiffened and she became motionless. Blood blossomed between her brows, and her body cracked like a porcelain doll before slowly fading and disappearing.
He was actually killed by Han Yi with a single blow.
"Brother Han... what is this...?" Gao Jue, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was startled and couldn't help but ask.
Since the other party is clearly showing weakness and surrendering, there is no need to go all out.
After all, this is just a battle for power. If you offend too many people, you'll only suffer when the battle is over. There's no need to make a blood feud.
clang!
Han Yi stepped forward and gently grabbed the Soul Locker who was about to break through the air and fly away.
"Did she say she surrendered?" He turned to look at Gao Jue and asked curiously.
"No...I didn't say..." Gao Jue stammered, "But..."
They didn't say they were surrendering, but the meaning they conveyed was one of surrender. It's just that they were abruptly interrupted before they could finish speaking.
"What? Brother Gao, do you know her?" Han Yi turned around, looked at the bell in his hand, and asked.
“No… I don’t know him…” “If you don’t know him, then he’s a stranger. Since he’s an enemy and hasn’t surrendered, shouldn’t he die?” Han Yi continued to ask without looking up.
He flicked the bell he was pretending to be dead with his finger, and the clear sound echoed in the silent night sky.
The calm water surface was like a boulder being thrown in, and the stiff bodies of pedestrians, vendors, and diners on the street began to sway slightly, with soft sounds coming from all directions.
"..."
At this moment, Gao Jue fell silent.
Even the wisteria beside it fell silent.
The two were speechless, exchanged glances, and then looked at Han Yi.
Especially the enormous serpent demon beside him, and the Soul-Locking Envoy struggling in his hand.
It was only then that they realized how little they had known about Han Yi in the past.
The other party's brutality... was clearly beyond imagination...
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Da Ning, Yu Jing, Imperial Palace.
The night was desolate.
A cold wind brushed against my face.
Passing through layers of courtyards and pavilions, and winding around long streets and palaces.
A magnificent hall then appeared before our eyes.
The palace gates were tightly shut, without a single light. Looking out, it resembled a pitch-black abyss, swallowing all external light, even the night itself.
The layers of mist that swirled around the palace completely enveloped it, making the palace appear even more gloomy and silent. Below the palace, on a large plaza, however, the lights were bright and radiant, reflecting off the mist and making it glow.
At this moment, a large group of people split into several camps, each guarding a corner.
As dusk settles, the moon casts its shadow, a gentle breeze blows, and the brilliant moonlight shines down, landing perfectly on the two people in the middle.
"Luo Bing, let me have first place this time. I'll help you resolve the trouble you encountered earlier. How about it?" Mo Shaoming stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an outstanding aura.
The pale, silvery moonlight shone on his face, making him appear even more handsome and refined.
"No need," Luo Bing replied coldly. "Just because I couldn't solve the past doesn't mean I can't solve it in the future. We both know what this first place means..."
Therefore, Brother Mo, you should think more about yourself. Whatever methods you have… bring them out.
Aside from the material rewards for winning first place in the competition, what Luo Bing valued most was the opportunity promised by the Holy Palace.
The Lingxin School is just one step away from advancing to the middle three levels.
Luo Bing's main purpose in participating in the competition was to secure first place and give her school a chance to advance.
After all, once the school advances to become a mid-level power, those so-called troubles... won't amount to much anymore.
Luo Bing's idea was good, but unfortunately, she wasn't the only one with this plan.
"What a pity. It seems... we have no choice but to fight..." Mo Shaoming shook his head regretfully and sighed, "Well, it's fine. I, Mo, have long wanted to experience the Mind Realm of the Spirit Heart lineage, and now my wish has finally come true."
Numerous experts moved swiftly, surrounding Mo Shaoming in the center. Their souls were linked together, and an invisible spiritual power spread out, intimidating the surroundings. "Brother Mo, do you think... you've got me cornered today?" Luo Bing frowned, a strong sense of oppression hitting her, causing her heart to skip a beat and filling her with displeasure.
A large group of people quickly gathered around Luo Bing, many of them chanting incantations and making hand gestures. Before long, a layer of shimmering white light appeared, blocking the oppressive aura released from the other side.
"It's not that I'm confident. It's just the difference in our strength..." Mo Shaoming smiled. As the largest school in the Kunyuan area, the Yunfeng School had the confidence and strength to say this.
Apart from Lou Tengyun of the Tianhu School, who posed some threat to him, everyone else was insignificant in his eyes.
This ranking competition is of great significance and could very well influence the future of the school of thought.
Mo Shaoming didn't know why Lou Tengyun hadn't come, nor did he care.
Since the other party isn't participating, it's like eliminating a major problem. At the same time, Lou Tengyun's disappearance means that first place in this competition is undoubtedly his.
A cold wind swept in, scattering the dark clouds and revealing a half-moon. Its clear, bright light shone down, making the entire square appear even brighter.
"..."
Luo Bing remained silent and did not speak.
She wore a light white gauze dress, which fluttered in the wind like the ebb and flow of the tide. The bright moonlight seemed to fall around her, like a radiant glow, making her appear even more aloof and noble, unlike any mortal, but rather like a celestial fairy descended to earth.
She knew perfectly well that she was inferior to Mo Shaoming.
But this is the outside world, a place of ranking competition.
In a non-one-on-one life-or-death arena battle, strength is never the only influencing factor.
As long as we gain an advantage in other areas, such as wisdom, public support, and a broader perspective...
She still has a chance to win the Ghost King title and take the victory.
With so many arrangements made in advance, Luo Bing didn't believe that none of them would be effective.