My Wife is A Sword God

Inside the cave, Qian Gui returned to the massive floating coffin.

The seal on the Nine-Chain Coffin was left with only the final chain, and judging by the time, it was also the last moment for it to be unsealed.

He opened his right hand and gestured towards the thick chain in mid-air.

With a cracking sound, the last chain shattered, and along with it, the remaining blood-red patterns on the surface of the coffin also dissipated.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

A powerful drumming sound.

A terrifying aura surged out from the coffin, followed by a deafening roar.

The coffin board shot up into the sky, breaking apart into pieces, but strangely, even though the coffin had lost its last support, it still floated in the air.

Then a figure slowly sat up, with long gray-white hair, a pale face, and pitch-black eyes without whites.

His clothes were already tattered, revealing sturdy muscles.

Although he had turned into an undead, his flesh and blood had not dried up; instead, they were as full as when he was alive.

On his exposed chest, a vivid tiger head pattern was very conspicuous.

He was Yang Mang, the leader of the bandit army, and a master of the third level of Divine Martial Arts during his lifetime.

Qian Gui’s tone carried some astonishment, “Although my master was a little stupid, the seal of the nine-chain coffin, coupled with the method of raising corpses with dead energy, did allow you to regain your powerful physical body. Now, even though you can no longer use Qi, turning into an undead should have awakened your innate divine ability, making your strength advance further than before.”

Yang Mang turned his head, looking at Qian Gui without responding.

In his pitch-black eyes, a brutal force was brewing.

“I have fulfilled my previous promise; now it’s your turn,” Qian Gui extended his palm and spoke again, “Give me that scale.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Mang disappeared from the coffin, and his figure instantly appeared in front of Qian Gui.

His large palm pressed on the ghostly face, causing Qian Gui to fly backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the rock wall.

A cold voice echoed from Yang Mang’s mouth, “No one can command me. The reason I didn’t kill you immediately is simply because I find you somewhat useful.”

The force in his hand continued to increase, and the skull with a ghostly face kept changing shape.

As long as he exerted a bit more force, Qian Gui’s head would shatter like a watermelon! But at this moment, he turned around, and in a place that should have been empty, a figure emerged from the rock wall, surprisingly Qian Gui!

Looking again at the person held under his palm, in a moment, it turned into a lump of rotten flesh.

“The substitution technique of the Puppet Corpse Path, a boring little trick.”

“Although it’s a small trick, it works.” Qian Gui said so, then raised the scales in his hand.

It turned out that he deliberately allowed himself to be attacked just now, with the purpose of seizing the scales from Yang Mang’s body.

Because he knew, given the other party’s character, there was no way they would hand over this item according to the agreement.

Yang Mang realized he was being played, and black Death Qi erupted from his body.

He raised his right hand, pointed a finger, and the attack formed by the condensed Death Qi surged out like thunder.

This blow was so powerful that the hard rock wall of the cave turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye, and the entire Shuliang City trembled!

When the dust settled, Yang Mang looked forward, only to find that the opponent’s figure had long disappeared.

In the void, Qian Gui’s voice sounded, “I told you, this scale is useless to you. Before leaving, let me tell you another piece of news – A Twelve Divine General is rushing here.”

As the words fell, there was no longer any trace of Qian Gui’s presence around.

“Divine generals?” Yang Mang snorted at the words.

He needed more Death Qi!

Taking a deep breath, he instantly found the place with the strongest vitality in Shuliang City. In just a moment, he disappeared into the night.

“If you fix your body like this; it can greatly alleviate the pain,” Qin Feng instructed.

“Thank you.” The injured demon slayer, after receiving treatment, felt much less pain and expressed sincere gratitude.

“You’re welcome.”

Boom!

At this moment, a strong shockwave spread, causing the entire tavern to sway.

“What’s going on?” The people in the tavern became uneasy and frightened, looking towards the outside.

However, all the doors and windows were tightly shut, and only a few candles were lit inside the tavern, creating a dim atmosphere. How could they know what was happening outside?

Cang Feilan, standing guard at the door, suddenly frowned, and Qin Feng’s heart began to beat wildly for no apparent reason.

He could feel that a terrifying pressure was getting closer, and something was about to happen!

Boom!

A thunderous explosion echoed in their ears. The tavern was shattered by an unknown force, and debris and rubble flew, causing the people inside to scream in shock.

Seeing this, Qin Feng didn’t dare to delay. Gathering his Righteous Qi, the Heavenly Mirror took shape.

The pure white mirror acted as a barrier, protecting the people in the tavern and deflecting most of the damage.

As the turmoil gradually subsided, Qin Feng looked up.

The tavern had been destroyed and completely exposed. A figure stood in mid-air, overlooking them.

With a pale face, pitch-black eyes, and an aura that sent shivers down the spine.

Qin Feng saw the tiger head pattern on the other person’s chest, and his eyes widened. He already had a guess in his mind about the other person’s identity – Yang Mang!

“Who are you?” asked the demon slayer guarding the tavern, though fearful, he managed to force the question out.

“Be careful!” Qin Feng reminded.

Then, tiny drops of rain fell on everyone’s faces.

The people touched the raindrops with some confusion. In the faint light, they looked at their palms, and what met their eyes was a horrifying red color!

Looking at the demon slayer who had asked the question earlier, his upper body was nowhere to be seen.

They only saw a bright red mark on the corner of Yang Mang’s mouth.

Some people were so frightened that they lost consciousness, and some people let out hysterical screams that rang through the night sky.

“It’s too noisy.”  a cold voice spoke, instantly silencing the terrified citizens.

Only the blood-red rain continued to shower the tavern.

Witnessing this scene, no one dared to make a sound again. Even if they were terrified to the extreme, they covered their mouths, desperately restraining their inner fear.

“Literature Saint Daoist?” Yang Mang looked towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng also gazed at the other person with a solemn expression. The terrifying strength of the opponent was no less than the group that invaded Jinyang City in the past! 

Cang Feilan swiftly moved to protect Qin Feng and was on full alert.

Yang Mang glanced with interest, “The scent on you is somewhat familiar, different from ordinary people. Is it a treasure that shields your aura? I’ve smelled this kind of scent before; it belongs to an exalted existence, soaring above the nine heavens, overlooking all living beings. You are a dragon.”

Cang Feilan’s light blue eyes suddenly widened, and Qin Feng looked at her in surprise.

Before the words could settle, on the edge of the night sky, a red light broke through the air with unparalleled momentum!

The realm covered by Qian Gui was shattered inch by inch like a mirror with one shot.

But the speed of the red light did not slow down, and it cut through the night, and actually penetrated into Yang Mang’s chest, sending him flying! 

Almost at the same moment, a figure followed closely.

Wearing a green robe and a black cloak.

Qin Feng’s eyes widened when he saw the newcomer, it was Lord Spear Immortal!

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