After years of imprisonment, Ghost Fang had long lost his original strength.
When that cold light was almost within reach, I barely caught a glimpse of it, and my body had no time to react.
How could this be?
He had just been released from the prison and had just caught a whiff of freedom. How could this be!
The budding hope was ruthlessly crushed, as if returning once again to that dark, gloomy, and imprisoned place, where no one could see it, no light, and where it was cold and damp.
Guiya felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar; everything went black before his eyes, and he fell backward.
Huff... huff... huff...
In an instant, sweat poured down his face.
But gradually, he realized something was wrong.
Feeling strong support from behind, even after so much time, the dagger was still hanging in front of me.
Moreover, the assassin's face showed fear, which should have been his own emotion.
Looking around blankly, Guiya couldn't help but shiver.
It turned out that it wasn't his imagination; a prison had indeed appeared around him, just like the one he had in the dark prison.
This time, however, he wasn't alone; the assassin in front of him and his "brothers" behind him were both within range.
The black mist rose from beneath his feet, wrapped around the assassin's ankles, and quickly ascended, silently reaching his waist!
The assassin mustered all his strength to circulate his inner energy, shaking the black mist away by a small amount.
But that was the limit. In the blink of an eye, the black mist rolled in again.
The body's vital energy drained away like flowing water, yet no effect was observed.
If they can't even deal with the black mist, how can they break free from the prison's control?
Divine Martial Realm!
The man was terrified, his eyes wide with fury.
He himself was already at the half-step Divine Martial Realm, so the only one who could exert such pressure on him was a true Divine Martial Realm expert.
"Half a step" is just a nice way of saying it; in reality, it means that after failing to break through to the third rank, it is difficult to make any further progress, and cultivation stops.
In just a few breaths, the black mist had already climbed up to his neck.
"Not from the Cui family! He's not from the Cui family!" the man roared like a madman.
Neither Ghost Fang, who was also in the prison, nor the members of the Nine Gates outside heard a single sound.
All you could see was his ferocious expression and his constantly opening and closing mouth.
If the Cui family were dissatisfied with the existing distribution of benefits and were secretly plotting against Guiya, they would never have mobilized a Divine Martial Realm expert.
This is an unwritten rule in Fengjing: a half-step Divine Martial Realm is still only the fourth rank, which is already the limit!
Any powerful family that dares to send a martial arts master into the capital will definitely face execution by the imperial court.
Therefore, Ghost Fang cannot represent the Cui family, but rather...
The next moment, the black mist engulfed him completely, and then disintegrated into nothingness.
His body crashed to the ground, and although the previous ferocity of tearing flesh was gone, he was still emaciated.
A person who was originally of normal build suddenly seemed to have been hollowed out in the blink of an eye.
Eek~~~
Qin Zhaoyue silently shifted her position, moving further away from the fighting chisel.
"Sister Yinzhe, do your subordinates have some hidden illness?"
Why is he like a vixen from a storybook, sucking men's life essence?
Yin Zhe wore an unremarkable disguise mask, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Isn't that sick?
Otherwise, why would they stay in that dark and gloomy prison day after day, year after year, and enjoy it so much?
His near-madness just now further demonstrates that this person has a problem, a very big problem.
"Your Highness has keen insight."
Douzhan: ...
That was clearly a manifestation of "power," which was the prison of punishment.
Having just advanced to the third rank, my control over the position is not yet very strong.
Once he spends some time honing and stabilizing his cultivation level, he will be able to control it with ease and will no longer appear so ferocious.
The prison cell vanished, leaving behind only a corpse with its eyes wide open in death.
Still shaken, Ghost Fang gasped for breath and snatched the short knife from his brother behind him.
He rushed to the corpse in two steps and slashed with his knife.
"I'll let you do it, I'll let you fucking kill me!"
It was as if she wanted to vent all the resentment she had accumulated over the years, and it was also a hysterical outburst that came after her hopes were almost dashed again.
The hands of the God of Wealth's head clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
Staring blankly at the corpse that was gradually turning into minced meat, he finally relaxed.
His shoulders slumped, but he still held onto that last bit of spirit.
Even though he didn't hear the dying man's last cry, he could guess what was going on.
A Divine Martial Realm expert... In this Phoenix Capital City, who can openly command a Divine Martial Realm expert? Who dares!
The God of Wealth just doesn't understand why things have been peaceful for so many years, and why now?
With instability in both the northern and southern borders, and the second princess of the Shuofeng Dynasty about to enter the capital, the situation looks like it's on the verge of collapse.
So, does that person... still choose to start a full-scale war at this time?
Or is someone deliberately instigating a major internal conflict?
The God of Wealth's skull possessed a wealth of information, and thus made an instant connection.
The phrase "gods fighting" comes to mind.
Regardless of the speculation, it's not something he, as the puppet leader, is qualified to participate in.
It's already a blessing if you don't get caught up in it and get crushed to pieces, so what's the point of resisting?
The members of the Nine Gates Gang remained silent.
They didn't know who the assassin who had just rushed out to kill was; they didn't recognize him at all.
But the prison was so bizarre and terrifying that most of the people present couldn't comprehend how high a level of spiritual attainment it represented.
The boss... can he handle it? Can he hold his own?
All eyes were drawn to the figure in the wheelchair.
The God of Wealth withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the "slaughtering" Ghost Fang, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the person opposite him.
“Nine Gates admits defeat. According to the bet, all of its businesses will be transferred to the Four Seas Gang.”
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