Chapter 343 - 195_2
"Puh!"
In the northeast corner of the prison, a burst of golden light scattered; a golden net of silk, growing with the wind, descended upon Zhenbei Prison, from afar visible enfolding the prison within its shimmering mesh.
"Traitor!"
"I sentence you to the Netherworld Purgatory—never again shall you steal a breath."
The Six-armed Divine Emperor roared in fury.
That golden net seemed capable of subduing him—while it shrouded Zhenbei Prison, it felt branded onto his own flesh.
An agonizing pain bored into his body as though an iron brand, rendering him nearly mad with suffering; he could only focus on breaking free from the golden net first.
His true self, suppressed by the net, found his power sharply diminished.
"That’s... the one-eyed old man."
Jiang Feng was dumbstruck.
He saw that the person casting the golden net toward Zhenbei Prison was a figure walking upon rays of golden light—none other than the one-eyed elder.
He actually dared return to Dragon Capital, challenging the Six-armed Divine Emperor head-on?
"Has this guy allied himself with the Blood Wolf King?"
"Traitor?"
"Three-legged Body Technique, underground palace, Divine Sect... Damn it, things just keep getting more chaotic."
Jiang Feng felt things were a complete mess. The one-eyed old man’s sudden appearance caught him completely off guard, especially since the man dared join forces with the Blood Wolf King to confront the Six-armed Divine Emperor together.
That golden net must be an incredibly powerful magical treasure.
It seemed specifically designed to restrain the Six-armed Divine Emperor.
"Fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh."
Just then, from all four city gates of Dragon Capital, figures darted over the city walls, speeding straight toward Zhenbei Prison.
"Stop them!"
"Those who trespass Dragon Capital—die!"
The troops besieging Dragon Capital in an impenetrable ring drew their bows and notched their arrows at the whizzing figures as they sped by.
"Remnants of the Demon Sect traitors?"
"They’ve got a death wish—how dare they charge in at this moment?"
"No, this is deliberate—premeditated!"
Jiang Feng’s expression changed yet again.
The figures bursting in from all directions were all highly skilled; at minimum, they were Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists.
By the South City Gate, more than a dozen Innate Powerhouses appeared within his vision.
They were opening the way ahead.
Allowing the large band of Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists behind them to breach the gates successfully.
"Screeeech!"
At the same time, a chilling, teeth-gnashing screech echoed from the foot of the mountain.
Tens of thousands of Chong Ghosts howled.
Heaven and earth changed color.
Dark clouds shrouded the moonlight.
It was as if some monstrous demon had been reborn.
"Ten Directions Ghost Realm—Old Demon Child?"
Jiang Feng stood atop the mountain, looking down to see a mass of darkness in the black clouds—tens of thousands of Chong Ghosts baring their fangs, legions of black skulls howling toward the soldiers at the South City Gate.
This was the Ten Directions Ghost Realm.
The Demon Sect’s supreme divine power.
Jiang Feng instantly recalled Old Demon Child.
But in a flash, realized something was off.
Old Demon Child was long dead, soul and spirit scattered, killed by Jiang Feng himself—impossible to resurrect like Xiao Ran had.
Moreover, the Ten Directions Ghost Realm before him was far more powerful than Old Demon Child’s had been.
Above the black clouds was a man in black robes, commanding the host of ghosts; he drifted through the mid-mountain fog as if he’d been concealed here since the beginning.
Now, with the Blood Wolf King and the Six-armed Divine Emperor battling inside the prison, he saw his chance—leading the Demon Sect traitors toward Zhenbei Prison.
Jiang Feng felt a chill, standing atop the mountain and dared not act rashly.
The man in black, surfing the clouds towards Dragon Capital, sensed something amiss behind him and glanced toward the summit.
Jiang Feng thought to hide but was too late.
Their eyes met.
The man in black frowned deeply.
He’d been lurking nearby—yet didn’t know someone was standing on the summit.
Jiang Feng’s expression was tight; the black-robed man had hidden himself, and yet Jiang Feng hadn’t noticed him at all until now.
"Heh heh!"
The man in black spurred on the black clouds, and countless Chong Ghosts howled; several black skulls tried to fly toward Jiang Feng.
"Hmph!"
Jiang Feng gave a cold snort.
The aura of his Ruyi Realm cultivation flashed—standing atop the summit, face taut with vigilance as he stared at the black-robed figure.
"Ha ha ha ha—friend, take no offense; I bear you no ill will."
Feeling the shift in Jiang Feng’s aura, the man in black was startled, but on the surface, he laughed aloud.
"I’m merely a lover of chaos—hope you don’t misunderstand."
Jiang Feng nodded in reply.
"Once I reclaim my Sect’s treasures, I’ll return for a true meeting, my friend."
The man in black cupped his fists in respect.
"I wish you swift victory."
Jiang Feng returned the gesture.
"Good."
The man in black was elated; at once he rode the black clouds, screaming down toward the South City Gate.
Jiang Feng watched him depart, then swiftly withdrew from the mountaintop as well.
"Was that guy the Demon Sect Leader?"
"Hidden so close, yet I failed to sense him."
"He didn’t provoke me—he likely saw I’m not with the Emperor of the Great Tang, and he recognized my strength."
Jiang Feng’s heart pounded; thank goodness the man was eager to enter the city and seize the treasure—otherwise, going up against someone of his caliber would have given Jiang Feng no advantage.
He shifted to a new mountaintop to hide.
Meanwhile, he checked his Fortune Point change.
Name: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 487,611
Just like that, five thousand points gained.
Simply by avoiding a battle with the black-robed man, he increased his Fortune Point by more than five thousand, a clear sign of how terrifying that man truly was.
Jiang Feng saw black clouds bearing down over the South City Gate.
Demon Sect experts crashed through the defenses in a flash.
The Divine Arrow Army’s arrows could not stop them—only a handful of Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists were detained. But once the black-robed man appeared, the army broke into wails; people were assailed by Chong Ghosts, the screams of ghosts and men echoing unceasingly.
The Demon Sect experts swarmed into the city, charging toward Zhenbei Prison.
Meanwhile—
The prison was bathed in blood-red light, even more intense than before.
The golden net enveloped the Six-armed Divine Emperor, greatly reducing his might. A layer of bloody light wrapped around him, as though the Blood Wolf King itself had entangled him.