The nine enormous coffin nails were no ordinary objects; they were called Nether Chain Screws, forged from the waters of the Nether River and the Yin Stone Crystal, and tempered with the life-fire of a hundred ghosts. Although they could not compare to Yi Ming's natal magic weapon—the Fate-Fixing Compass—the Nether Chain Screws were still among the top-tier magical artifacts in the Tiancang Continent, coveted by all.
The Ghost Chain Screws were dark and deep in color, each about the size of a coffin nail, spiraling and coiling endlessly. Even the Mahayana stage expert Yi Ming could only casually flick them with his fingers. Ji Xiaoxiao was incredibly fast, as swift as a shooting star, as fast as lightning, but the Ghost Chain Screws were still superior.
Seeing the ghostly chain screws about to strike Su Jieke, who was squatting there dumbfounded and clearly terrified, Ji Xiaoxiao acted impulsively, her mind clouded and confused. She became like a moth drawn to a flame, courting her own destruction. Without hesitation, she leaped forward, sacrificing herself, and with her slender, small body, steadily blocked the nine ghostly chain screws.
Her body was as if it were being relentlessly drilled by a drilling machine to extract its core, with nine ghostly chain screws rotating 360 degrees and slowly drilling into Ji Xiaoxiao's body. Ji Xiaoxiao spread her arms, turning them into wings, and faced away from Yi Ming and Huang Yanheng, while facing Su Jieke, staring blankly at each other with wide, dry eyes.
The excruciating pain, like having one's heart ripped out, was intense. Darkness descended, and a storm raged, its waves growing ever stronger. Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The warm blood, carrying a strong, pungent stench, splattered all over Su Jieke's face.
Su Jieke's eyes bulged out, like a dead fish, his mouth agape, and some blood flowed down his throat, overcoming countless obstacles and hardships, twisting and turning before finally flowing into Su Jieke's stomach.
"Ugh." Su Jieke clutched his stomach with one hand and his mouth with the other, dry heaving, and drops of round, glistening tears welled up in his eyes and fell to the ground.
After a while, Su Jieke, having adjusted both physically and mentally, pointed at Ji Xiaoxiao's nose and cursed, "Mind your own business! I'll handle my own affairs. Su Mali, you big idiot, you can't even take care of yourself, why would I need your help? You're clearly just an outsider, a completely irrelevant outsider."
He saved a life in a moment of madness, and I don't expect a lot of gold and silver in return, but at least a word of thanks! It's like a dog biting Lü Dongbin—unappreciative of a kind heart. Ji Xiaoxiao was so angry with Su Jieke that her blood and energy became disordered, and she vomited a mouthful of blood, leaving the unsuspecting Su Jieke dumbfounded and numb.
"I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore, please stop spitting blood, okay?" Su Jieke said in terror, his voice as low as possible.
Ji Xiaoxiao smiled casually and stuck out her blood-stained tongue at Su Jieke.
Yi Ming observed Ji Xiaoxiao and Su Jieke's every move, but the results were unsatisfactory. Yi Ming's mood turned from sunny to gloomy. "You still have the leisure to chat and laugh? It seems that I have been cultivating my character for many years and have been too soft-hearted. I have been too lenient with you. You will not be afraid unless I show you my true abilities. Very well, there is still some time before the wedding. I will play with you for a while."
Nine ghostly chain screws were distributed in three stars: one in each palm, one in each shoulder joint, one in the middle of each leg, and one in the center of the chest. Yi Ming forcefully propelled them with his spiritual power, and the enormous ghostly chain screws began to drill holes rapidly. The pain, more intense and severe, struck again. This time, Ji Xiaoxiao didn't even have the strength to cry out. Her mouth opened and closed as she muttered some incoherent words.
"Su Mali." Su Jieke tried to wake Ji Xiaoxiao, whose eyes were gradually becoming unfocused, but then thought for a moment, "To shoot a man, shoot his horse first; to capture a thief, capture his king first." He believed that to solve a problem, one must address its root cause. "Yi Ming, this is the Su family. If you attack Su Mali, you are attacking the entire Su family. Two fists can't fight four hands. Aren't you afraid that the entire Su family will attack you?"
"In your Su family's prosperous city of Su, besides those few old geezers in seclusion, who is a match for me? Attack me as a group? Heh, I am a Great Ascension Perfection cultivator with profound cultivation. If one member of your Su family comes, I will kill one; if two come, I will wipe them both out." Yi Ming couldn't stand being threatened. If you want to die, then come on, Yi Ming wasn't afraid.
Demonic cultivators act on impulse, killing at will without considering cause and effect, or the inevitable retribution. As the lord of the demon realm and the leader of all demons, Yi Ming should set an example, slaughtering entire cities and silencing witnesses as easily as drinking water or eating. Su Jieke could naturally tell whether Yi Ming's words were true or false.
"Don't do anything reckless." With no way to get around, Su Jieke was unwilling to give up.
Yi Ming picked up Huang Yanheng, brushed the wet hair from her face, and said with a frown, "Xiao Heng is my future wife. I won't allow you to like Xiao Heng. However, I won't just kill you to get rid of this."
"Six stars of the Southern Dipper, seven stars of the Northern Dipper, feet firmly planted on the ground, still." Yi Ming rarely chanted incantations, slowly stilling Ji Xiaoxiao and Su Jieke's bodies.
"I will have the Ghost Chain Screw drill into Sumali's body at an extremely slow speed. Once the Ghost Chain Screw breaks through her body, you will have no way to escape or hide. Su Jack, you're next." Yi Ming carried Huang Yanheng away, leaving only a long, cheerful laugh in the prison.
Although her body was immobilized by the spell, Ji Xiaoxiao discovered that her spiritual energy could still barely circulate. Since she had already selflessly stepped forward to help others, she couldn't give up halfway.
Ji Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, hardened her heart, and circulated her spiritual energy to continuously repair her body. While the Youlian Screw was clanging and banging as it demolished walls and beams, Ji Xiaoxiao was busily adding bricks and mortar. They attacked and defended, both sides giving their all, determined to wear each other down to the bitter end.
After a night, the cell was filled with the smell of blood.
Su Changsheng and Huang Liuyi approached and were shocked by what they saw. Su Changsheng, accustomed to all sorts of things, was momentarily stunned and paled at the sight of the prison. Huang Liuyi, a reclusive cultivator, was terrified and screamed in terror.
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