Great Qin: The Ancestral Dragon's Family Went Berserk After Secretly Listening to Thoughts

Ying Ziyu transmigrated. A purple lightning strike caused him to become Qin Shi Huang's nineteenth son.

It was a hellish start. Just after birth, a treacherous minister planned to swap hi...

Chapter 189, /. shuhaige.net

Before his shocked eyes, the Yin spirit moved, instantly appearing in front of Yun Hai. It raised its sinister Yin sword high and slashed down, the Yin sword carrying a terrifying pressure as it struck Yun Hai.

Faced with this sudden attack, Yunhai's expression changed, and Yin energy surged around him. He quickly formed hand seals, and a star array appeared in front of him, forming a barrier that blocked the fierce attack.

Sensing the power of the attack, he frowned.

Ying Liu merely raised his flute and played, and he completely controlled the spirit, not only severing all connection between the spirit and him, but also ruthlessly killing the master who summoned him.

Yunhai found it unbelievable that such a high degree of control could be achieved in such a short time.

Just as he was in shock, the evil spirit raised another evil sword high and then slashed it fiercely at Yunhai.

A violent, immense force roared in and slammed down on the barrier, causing it to tremble violently and momentarily appear as if it were about to collapse.

Seeing this, Yunhai's eyes darkened, and he once again made a hand seal, causing a star array to appear on the right side of the Yin Spirit.

Then a huge skeletal spirit emerged from the star array, roaring as it charged toward the twin-sword spirit. Its claws whistled as it stabbed, and its violent power instantly pierced through the twin-sword spirit's body.

As the ferocious claws slammed down, the twin sword spirits' entire bodies were instantly shattered, and then dissipated in the air.

Seeing this, Yunhai breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The previous action had exhausted his spiritual energy, leaving him somewhat tired and panting heavily. However, his gaze towards Ying Liu was no longer dismissive, but rather extremely solemn.

I thought he was just a kid with little skill, and that it would be easy to subdue him. I never expected that Ying Liu, despite his young age, would be so powerful.

Looking at the skeletal spirit, Ying Liu's eyes flashed with a strange light. "This one is not bad either."

After he finished speaking, the sound of the Soul Flute rang out again, long and quiet, with a hint of eeriness.

As the flute music entered, the skeletal spirit seemed to be affected. After another eerie roar, it turned around again, its claws reaching out towards the sea of ​​clouds.

Upon seeing this, Yunhai's eyes widened in shock. "It's like this again?"

If it only happened once, then perhaps Ying Liu used some strange method that happened by chance.

However, the fact that the two powerful spirits he summoned were instantly controlled both times almost certainly indicates that it was not a coincidence, but rather that this kid possessed genuine abilities.

While he was still in a daze, the skeletal spirit had already rushed towards him with incredible speed. It appeared in front of him almost in the blink of an eye, its sharp claws, carrying a chilling aura, suddenly slamming down towards his face.

This claw strike was incredibly fast and terrifyingly powerful; the mere swing of its claw in the air caused the surrounding void to tremble slightly.

Just as the sharp claws were about to land on Yunhai, several star arrays appeared around Yunhai, and countless sharp claws extended from the star arrays, piercing through the skeleton spirit's body and dispersing it.

The woman frowned and couldn't help but yell, "What are you staring at!"

If she hadn't intervened in time to save Yunhai, he would probably have been killed by that skeletal spirit.

Yunhai stared blankly at the flute in Ying Liu's hand, his expression extremely strange. "That looks like... the Flute of Ten Thousand Souls."

He seemed to understand why this young man was so powerful.

As someone capable of subduing the Myriad Souls Flute, their strength is undoubtedly exceptional, especially in the realm of unorthodox cultivation, where they are undoubtedly among the best of the unorthodox cultivators.

Upon hearing this, the woman was also startled, "The Flute of Ten Thousand Souls?!"

She stared at Ying Liu with disbelief, her shock beyond words.

Although she had never seen the Myriad Souls Flute, as a practitioner of the demonic path, she had naturally heard of its renowned reputation.

That is a divine artifact containing endless Yin energy. Once possessed, it will surely greatly help the cultivation of the unorthodox path, allowing the holder's strength to advance by leaps and bounds, reaching a terrifying level.

The woman still found it hard to believe, "You mean that kind of extremely strange genital organ was subdued by a little kid?"

Ying Liu didn't look very old, so he probably hadn't been in the treacherous path for long.

That level of Yin energy was so powerful that even a powerful old monster like Yunhai wouldn't dare say he could subdue it, let alone a kid like Ying Liu.

Yunhai's gaze turned deep. "Otherwise, why do you think he could control my spirit?"

The woman was startled and immediately fell silent.

The Yin spirits that Yunhai summoned just now were undoubtedly extremely powerful, and their combat strength would be enough to terrify many cultivators if they were outside.

Such powerful spirits are almost impossible to control, and even if they could, the required amount of yin energy would be unimaginably strong.

But Ying Liu did it, so it's very likely that what he holds in his hand is the Myriad Soul Flute.

Yunhai looked at Ying Liu and said, "It seems that you're not that great except for controlling other people's spirits."

Ying Liu's eyes were indifferent. "So you start talking nonsense when you can't win? You old codger may look toothless, but your head is still sharp. You can come up with a whole set of excuses."

Yunhai snorted coldly, "What's so great about just controlling the spirits summoned by others!"

Ying Liu's eyes were indifferent. "Since that's the case, then let me show you what I've summoned."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the Flute of Ten Thousand Souls and began to play.

Endless Yin energy surged around him, forming a strange Yin energy tornado. The powerful force swept through, causing the void to groan, as if some terrifying being was about to descend.

Yunhai's eyes darkened. "Well done!"

A slight smile played on his lips; he was quite pleased with himself.

Kids are just kids. A few words of provocation and they'll give up their most powerful methods. They're so easy to manipulate!

Suddenly, a woman's slightly trembling voice came through, "Are you sure you want to fight this thing?"

Yunhai was taken aback. He looked up and saw a huge figure appear in front of him.

The figure wielded a large sword, wore black armor, and had round eyes that flashed red light. A chilling aura surrounded him, as if Yama, the King of Hell, had descended upon the land.

It was indeed the appearance of a demon.

With just a glance, Yunhai could sense just how powerful this thing was.

The evil spirits he had encountered before seemed insignificant and vulnerable in the face of this thing, like ants.

Yunhai swallowed hard, a hint of fear appearing in his eyes. "Why don't you just continue controlling my spirit?"