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"Just a small matter! Well then, let's go!" Yan Kongyue pushed off the ground, taking two steps in mid-air before landing on the wall.
"Wow, that's amazing!" exclaimed Yan Consultant.
"Yeah, this must be lightness skill!" someone added.
Soon, everyone else was standing on the wall, except for Huo Jingyu, who remained on the ground, looking up at the others. Feng Xing, feeling helpless, had no choice but to lift him up onto the wall.
"Channel your spiritual energy and condense the orb with your thoughts," Yan Kongyue instructed while demonstrating.
"Alright, throw!" Yan Kongyue was the first to toss a golden orb from his palm. It struck the mass of Gui Qi but produced no reaction.
After everyone had thrown their Ling Qi into it, there was still no response.
Just as they were puzzled, Yan Kongyue raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Snap!
As the sound echoed, the black Gui Qi crackled ominously, as if a storm was about to break.
The young men standing on the wall were all exhilarated; even Lin Qian and Lin Lang were affected by the excitement.
"Haha, so this is how group attacks work!"
"Cool, Yan Consultant!"
"Yeah, it looks quite powerful!"
"This is spectacular!"
"This is interesting; hunting ghosts is actually quite fun!"
After what felt like an eternity of flashes, the black mist gradually thinned out, revealing two figures within it more clearly.
"Cang Qing, go into battle!" Feng Xing's voice resonated, causing a buzzing in everyone's ears. Even the swirling Gui Qi paused for a moment.
Then, a tall figure soared into the air from behind Feng Xing and hovered above them.
As soon as Cang Qing appeared, he swung his sword.
A chilling scream erupted from the Gui Qi as it dissipated, and two figures—one large and one small—fell to the ground like leaves drifting down.
"You... who are you?" a hoarse and weary voice weakly inquired.
"Haha, you little brat! I've been looking for you for years, and finally caught you!" Cang Qing's rough voice was accompanied by a hearty laugh.
"Is it really you?"
"Of course! Now get down on your knees and bow to your grandpa!"
Feng Xing looked utterly bewildered at Cang Qing. Since his birth, Cang Qing had been his Bansheng Ling, staying by his side for over three years. But the current situation clearly indicated that they knew each other.
"You little brat! After the battle at Yan Gui Shan, I thought you had run away in fear. Turns out you were dead, ha ha ha!"
In truth, it wasn't just Feng Xing who was confused; everyone else was equally perplexed.
"Cang Qing, I admit defeat at your hands. In the end, I couldn't escape."
"Cang Qing, ask him how he met his end!"
"You little brat, my master is asking you a question."
"Hah, Cang Qing, looks like you've been a servant for a day too!"
"Don't mock me; my master is no ordinary person. Even if you're the Ghost King now, you'll have to kneel and answer him!"
"Stop boasting."
"My master is the son of the Lord of the Underworld, Feng Yu! Mingjie Prince Feng Xing!"
Feng Xing facepalmed; this old man was too impatient and revealed his identity too soon.
"Oh, Brother Lin! So you're the Mingjie Prince! No wonder Heibai Wuchang called you 'Your Highness' when he arrived!"
No wonder—Brother Lin's demeanor and appearance clearly indicated he was no ordinary person!
"Brother Lin, please take care of Duo Duo in the future!"
"Let's go!" Yan Kongyue interrupted them before they could continue flattering each other and leaped into the courtyard.
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