The appearance of Feng Mo plunged Fengdu, Nanjing into chaos.
A foreign ghost is attacking, how many corpse monster legions has it brought this ti?
"Sir, how many legions are there this ti?"
A general asked nervously, in that instant, the wall seed to tremble, even the city defense formation activated.
Could it be, the foreign ghost is preparing for a full-scale attack?
A myriarch general, with a peculiar expression, said, "Don’t panic, it’s just one foreign ghost."
Lǚ Bù’s face looked grim, Feng Mo actually ca, and didn’t bring army corpses, he ca alone.
What does he want to do?
Lǚ Bù could feel that Feng Mo seems to be targeting him, if he were to go out now, he would surely be dismantled into pieces, Feng Mo is interested in that Yin Soul?
How could it be?
Lǚ Bù shook his head, finding it a bit amusing, how could Feng Mo be interested in a single Yin Soul.
Lǚ Bù, holding the Fang Tianhua Halberd, wore a cold expression, what fear is there in a foreign ghost, within the walls there’s a great formation, he couldn’t get past.
Then, Feng Mo pointed at Lǚ Bù, said, "You, co down to This Demon."
Chu Hao had a surprised face, Feng Mo standing up for himself? This is not at all what he imagined.
Lǚ Bù took a deep breath, said, "Feng Mo, you dare to co to the outskirts of Fengdu alone, are you seeking death?"
Feng Mo looked at Lǚ Bù indifferently, kicking the wall again.
This ti, the force was even greater than the previous kick, shaking the walls and the city defense formation.
Feng Mo said, "Ant, is my na sothing you can say?"
Lǚ Bù looked like he swallowed a dead fly, his face turned extrely ugly.
Thinking about him, Lǚ Bù, in the Yang Realm, renowned as the first warlord, has not fallen short in the Underworld, but facing a foreign ghost, seems to lack any confidence.
At this mont.
A figure appeared, its face unclear, seemingly masked by a glow, blurred, and it ca with a strong aura, hovering in mid-air.
"Feng Mo, are you here to court death?" that figure coldly said.
Feng Mo lifted his head, softly said, "King Qin Guang, don’t act all high and mighty, rember the scar on your head?"
Behind Feng Mo, Chu Hao suddenly lifted his head, his gaze locked onto the figure in the air.
That is King Qin Guang.
He made Chu Hao’s family fall apart, forcibly altering his mory, adding a tragic segnt that didn’t belong to Chu Hao.
All of this was brought upon him by King Qin Guang.
Chu Hao glared intensely at the figure in the air, he’d like nothing more than to drag him down, and stomp him underfoot.
Unintentionally, Chu Hao emitted a powerful aura.
This aura originally belonged to the living, but due to the Skinning Mask, it got transford into the terror ant for a Yin Soul.
King Qin Guang also noticed the Yin Soul beside Feng Mo, said, "Feng Mo, what do you wish to do?"
Feng Mo softly said, "Soon, this city will be mine, just bringing my little brother to see my territory."
King Qin Guang snorted coldly, said, "Feng Mo, wanting Fengdu is surely dreaming."
Feng Mo, looking handso and domineering, said, "Dreaming? No, no, I’ll make this a nightmare for all of you."
"Let’s go."
Feng Mo turned, ignoring King Qin Guang, very boldly.
Feng Mo noticed Chu Hao hadn’t followed, he stared at King Qin Guang above, as if holding a deep grudge.
Feng Mo frowned, asked, "What do you want to do?"
Chu Hao gritted his teeth, disregarding Feng Mo’s identity, said word by word, "I want to kill him."
King Qin Guang remained calm, coldly said, "Feng Mo, since you’re here, you’ll stay."
Feng Mo paid no mind to King Qin Guang, said, "You truly want to kill him?"
Chu Hao seriously replied, "Indeed, no matter what I’m asked to do, I’m willing."
If not for King Qin Guang, his mother would surely be with him, especially knowing the current fate of his parents, all done by King Qin Guang, he grew even angrier.
King Qin Guang also found it curious why this small Yin Soul below harbored such hatred towards him.
Suddenly, Feng Mo returned, said, "Not now, but teaching him a lesson works."
Saying this, Feng Mo flew into the air, the breeze billowing his armor, sounding powerfully, appearing like an ancient war god.
King Qin Guang did not dare underestimate Feng Mo.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a fierce battle erupted.
The void at the Manggu Battlefield seed to crack open, filled with terrifying power, black lightning appeared out of nowhere.
Terrifying indeed.
Chu Hao remained bewildered, what did Feng Mo an, did he truly intend to stand up for him, teaching King Qin Guang a lesson?
The foreign ghost’s temperant was indeed quite peculiar.
Chu Hao looked at the wall, thought perhaps he should escape in now, or there’d be no chance later.
"Open the gate," Chu Hao said.
So Netherworld Soldiers wondered, "Huh, what’s the Yin Soul saying?"
"He wants us to open the gate."
"What a joke, shoot him."
Chu Hao’s face darkened, damn, when these fools get inside, they’d better be prepared for skinning.
Dense arrows shot towards him, Chu Hao kept dodging, realizing the Skinning Mask’s ability turned him into a Yin Soul, even speech automatically translated into soul language.
No wonder the foreign ghost didn’t kill him.
Spending twenty thousand Pretentiousness Points wasn’t for nothing.
Chu Hao really wanted to take off the mask, proving he was alive not a Yin Soul, but there was no chance, the soldiers gave him no opportunity at all.
Frustrated, feeling passive was painful.
With a shout, the Colossal Divine Soldier’s right arm appeared, fiercely smashing into the wall’s gate.
"Boom!"
A loud noise, the iron gate unknown in material, extrely hard, but the punch left a mark.
Chu Hao’s hand hurt, cursed, "What kind of thing, this hard."
"Ding... Host successfully pretended, shocking a million Netherworld Soldiers, gaining 8000 Pretentiousness Points."
Chu Hao paused.
What happened?
Unexpectedly he just pretended to be a sensation.
On the wall, a group of Netherworld Soldiers and generals stared at him, jaws nearly dropping.
Even Feng Mo and King Qin Guang above paused, dead silence, the scene growing extrely bizarre.
Why are they all watching ?
Chu Hao was puzzled.
Lǚ Bù exclaid, "How is this possible?"
"Is this a dream?" Qiu Muhuan looked horrified.
A general exclaid, "What’s going on, the city defense formation’s ineffective against him?"
"A Yin Soul’s punch went through the city defense formation?"
On the wall, chaos erupted, more so than Feng Mo’s appearance.
Turns out, the city defense formation of Fengdu was specifically created against foreign ghosts and Yin Souls, built by powerful figures together.
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