Chapter 86

Duanmu Qing's eyes flickered, and with a push of her palms, the vast sea seemed to surge, as if a towering wave was crashing down, possessing the power to overturn the ocean.

Up to this point in the battle, why did she still have the strength to use such a powerful move?

Su Xing was puzzled, his gaze sharpening as he quickly retreated to avoid Duanmu Qing's attack.

But Duanmu Qing's almond eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and a victorious smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. It turned out that her previous move was just a feint, meant only to force Su Xing back.

"Damn!"

When Su Xing saw Duanmu Qing's smile, he immediately realized he had been tricked. He quickly drew the butcher's knife from his ghost bag and slashed through the air, but it was too late.

With a whoosh, a pale silver spear was thrown, transforming into a bolt of lightning in mid-air, nearly piercing Su Xing's chest. In a critical moment, Su Xing's butcher's knife swept across, deflecting the spear's trajectory, which then struck his shoulder.

At this moment, Su Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of inspiration crossed his mind.

"Roar!"

A dragon's roar echoed through the hall, and Su Xing's face turned pale as a vast amount of ghostly energy drained from him. The Tang-style robe of the Golden-Eyed Crimson-Blooded Python, which seemed to have come to life, emitted a faint glow, with each fiber appearing to be made of light, flowing with a lustrous light.

Black clouds flowed through the seams, and the Golden-Eyed Crimson-Blooded Python, whose head was visible but whose tail was not, moved, and the silver spear was about to pierce Su Xing's shoulder.

Suddenly, a dragon claw on the shoulder of the Tang-style robe lifted, emerging from the clothing, and directly grabbed the silver spear, crushing it into powder with a puff!

"Whoosh, whoosh"

More sounds of breaking air came, and Duanmu Qing, holding a spear covered in strange ghostly runes and gleaming silver, threw it each time, creating a pale silver spear shadow that condensed into a solid form, transforming into a silver lightning bolt that aimed to punish Su Xing.

Faced with the incoming spear, Su Xing remained calm, not daring to activate the Golden-Eyed Crimson-Blooded Python Tang-style robe again, as the energy consumption was enormous. If not for his vast reserves of ghostly energy, he would have been drained dry by the robe.

"Roar!"

Su Xing glared and slashed at a silver spear, breaking through the encirclement of several spears, while his body twisted to avoid the others.

The process was extremely dangerous, and a strand of Su Xing's hair was cut off, with the silver spear nailing it to the wall with a thud.

Duanmu Qing had no intention of letting Su Xing off easily. She pulled out a pitch-black chain, as thick as a baby's arm, with ghostly energy swirling around it, and the faint sounds of fierce ghosts' screams could be heard, shaking the heart.

"Soul-Stealing Chain!" Su Xing's heart tightened as he glanced at the chain Duanmu Qing held, his voice heavy.

The Soul-Stealing Chain, as its name suggests, is a ghostly weapon essential for every Soul-Stealer, used to capture souls and restrain evil ghosts, with great power, specifically targeting souls.

The higher the level of the Soul-Stealer, the more powerful the Soul-Stealing Chain they receive. Duanmu Qing, a Black-Level Soul-Stealer, held a high-grade ghostly weapon, nearly reaching the level of a ghost treasure!

Looking at Duanmu Qing, Su Xing noticed that her almond eyes were filled with a terrifying black glow.

Staring into Duanmu Qing's eyes, Su Xing experienced a moment of dizziness, and then the golden statue in his heavenly soul appeared, suppressing all anomalies.

"Truly the Soul-Stealing Eyes!" Su Xing said, almost falling for Duanmu Qing's trick.

"Indeed, as a newly promoted Black-Level Soul-Stealer, the Soul-Stealing Eyes at this level have a negligible effect on you. But I wonder how my Soul-Stealing Chain will fare. I believe you haven't had the chance to go to Hell Mountain to receive your ghostly weapon after your promotion, so let me show you its power!"

Duanmu Qing's lips curled with a cold smile, as if she saw the light of victory.

"Rustle"

The Soul-Stealing Chain extended, like Duanmu Qing's arm, flexible like a snake, quickly shooting towards Su Xing.

"Clang"

Su Xing swung his knife to the side, smashing the Soul-Stealing Chain. The moment the two black ghostly weapons collided, green sparks flew, and the butcher's knife clearly struggled.

"Damn, fighting these rich people with equipment is indeed a mistake!" Su Xing gritted his teeth, putting away the butcher's knife and fighting Duanmu Qing's ghostly weapon with his bare hands!

"Su Xing, you are at the end of your rope!" Duanmu Qing shouted, the black Soul-Stealing Chain coiling around her wheat-colored arm, and she raised the silver spear to throw it.

On the other side, the Soul-Stealing Chain, which had been deflected by Su Xing, returned and continued to shoot towards him.

"You are destined to be my bed-warming maid. When the time comes, I will press you down on the bed and teach you a lesson!" Su Xing roared, now being chased by the Soul-Stealing Chain and having to guard against the occasional spear.

"You can go to hell!" Duanmu Qing's eyes turned cold, and her attacks became more intense.

"Rustle, rustle"

The Soul-Stealing Chain continuously extended, wrapping around the hall like a rice dumpling, gradually shrinking the space for Su Xing to escape. Every time Su Xing reached the edge of the hall, just one step away from freedom, he was forced back by the Soul-Stealing Chain and the silver spear.

"Damn female ghost!" Su Xing cursed, his eyebrows twitching. If not for his agility, he would have been pinned to the wall by the spear or tied up by the Soul-Stealing Chain.

"So terrifying, she truly lives up to being a Soul-Stealer."

"Duanmu Qing's strength is already formidable. If not for that shameless Su Xing proposing to seal his own power, making several of her powerful ghostly techniques and weapons unusable, he would have lost long ago."

"Unfortunately, the hall is surrounded by the Soul-Stealing Chain, making it impossible to see the situation inside."

"There's nothing to see. Su Xing's defeat is already evident. The fact that he will become a mount is as certain as a nail in a board."

Outside the hall, the ghostly talents looked grim, calmly analyzing the situation.

"That Duanmu Qing is too fierce, like a human tyrannosaurus."

"Right, a human tyrannosaurus and a human taotie, a perfect match, a natural pair!"

"Together, together! Have children, have children!"

"The fierce woman would be better off as Su Xing's bed-warming maid."

"Not really, being her mount might not be bad, considering her large behind, it would feel great to be sat on."

A few peculiar individuals, possibly infiltrators in the Bai Mansion, began to discuss, while the Soul-Stealing Chain surrounded the hall, and Duanmu Qing couldn't hear them, allowing them to speak freely.

"What are you saying!"

"Perverts!"

"Beat him, for infiltrating the Bai Mansion!"

A group of Duanmu Qing's admirers attacked, beating the peculiar individuals severely, then left in a huff.

"Let's go too, the outcome is no longer in doubt."

"The second half of the feast will see many ghostly talents in action, aiming to exchange techniques. We should go and watch."

Many of the great ghostly descendants left, heading elsewhere. Battles erupted in other parts of the Bai Mansion, all exchanges among the great ghostly descendants, sparring with each other, stopping at the right moment, but with different purposes—some to exchange insights, some to gain fame, and some with other intentions.

Su Xing couldn't care about these things. He was in constant danger, the vast hall wrapped tightly by the Soul-Stealing Chain, like a solid, airtight wall, truly a fortress of iron and bronze.

On the chain walls, the cries of fierce and evil ghosts echoed, and on some sections with heavy resentment, the faces of evil ghosts appeared, constantly roaring and howling.

Su Xing's situation was extremely dangerous, like walking a tightrope over a ten-thousand-foot abyss, a single misstep could result in a fatal fall.

Several times, the silver spear nearly pierced his ghostly body. If not for the sudden activation of the Golden-Eyed Crimson-Blooded Python Tang-style robe at the last moment, saving Su Xing's life, he would have been lying on the ground, lifeless.

"Rustle, rustle"

The Soul-Stealing Chain passed under Su Xing's armpit, and he rolled to the side, narrowly escaping. But the chain immediately turned around and shot towards him again.

"Truly relentless." Su Xing's face turned cold, and his hair stood on end. He suddenly turned around and saw several more silver spears shooting towards him.

Su Xing roared, his arms swinging, generating immense strength. He slapped the edges of the silver spears and then grabbed them, using the momentum to throw them.

"Clang"

Su Xing grabbed another silver spear and threw it, pinning the Soul-Stealing Chain to the ground.

With a "bang," the silver spear suddenly exploded, light scattering everywhere, and Su Xing was blasted away, rolling on the ground like a ball.

In the next moment, Su Xing got up as if nothing had happened and ran away.

"Clang," "Clang," "Clang"

Three silver spears immediately nailed the spot where Su Xing had been lying, the tips still vibrating.

"Too fierce, is this the strength of a great ghostly descendant?" Su Xing panted against the chain wall, still shaken. The explosion had not left him unscathed; the shock had unsettled his soul, making it difficult to resist Duanmu Qing.

Suddenly, the chain wall writhed, the chains separating and wrapping around Su Xing's limbs, pulling him into the thick chain wall to "devour" him!

"Damn it!" Su Xing's face changed dramatically, and he roared.

"Break!"

Su Xing's hair and beard stood on end, his eyes glaring, and he burst with power, the nine soul force wheels in his virtuous soul nearly exploding, filling his body with immense strength.

"Bang"

Su Xing's thick arms hammered the chain wall with a terrifying force of 200,000 catties, creating an invisible ripple that shook the chain wall. The chains collided with each other, clanging like the sound of a blacksmith's forge, sparks flying.

With a loud boom, the entire hall shook, Duanmu Qing's feet wobbled, and her face turned pale with shock as she looked at Su Xing.

Fortunately, Su Xing did not break free. Countless chains wrapped around his ghostly body, pulling him deeper into the wall. The immense force of 200,000 catties was dispersed by the cocoon-like Soul-Stealing Chain, and the high-grade ghostly weapon's quality allowed it to withstand the impact!

"Roar! Duanmu Qing, you fierce bed-warming maid, I will take you, I will take you! Until the heavens shatter and the seas dry up!" Su Xing roared with red eyes, and then... he was extremely unwillingly swallowed by the chain wall.

Hearing Su Xing's震撼的誓言, Duanmu Qing's cheeks turned red, a mix of shame and anger, her teeth grinding together.

"Even in death, you remain deluded. If you could win... win, I... I wouldn't mind being your bed-warming maid! But you are destined to be my mount!"

Mount...

For some reason, Duanmu Qing's cheeks turned red again, all the way to her ears, her body trembling with shame and anger.

"Damn, damn Su Xing! Why do I feel that no matter the outcome, I am the one who loses!" Duanmu Qing thought, stomping her feet in anger.

Unbeknownst to Su Xing, who was pulled into the wall, and Duanmu Qing, who was furious and ashamed, in a corner of the entire Soul-Stealing Chain, a purple violet was spinning.