Wang Xiaoqiang saw that the Ghost King and his group were relentlessly pursuing him, so he suddenly stopped and shouted back, "Ghost King, Little Mei has become my woman. I didn't want to kill her, but if you keep pursuing me without stopping, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The Ghost King halted, spreading his arms to stop his followers, and gazed at Wang Xiaoqiang, saying in a threatening tone, "Fine, Wang Xiaoqiang, you let Little Mei go, and I will let you leave."

Wang Xiaoqiang sneered, "Hmph, Ghost King, do you take me for a three-year-old child? If I release your daughter now, you would immediately rush up and kill me. Are you trying to trick me like a child?!"

"What do you want?" the Ghost King shouted somewhat furiously.

"Firstly, you must not pursue me a single step further. Secondly, extinguish the Ghost Lamp. I will release Little Mei once I'm a thousand miles away." Wang Xiaoqiang laid out his two conditions.

The Ghost King pondered for a moment and said, "I can agree to the first condition, but the second is impossible. I will not extinguish the Ghost Lamp because I cannot trust that you won't change your mind!"

The Ghost Lamp was the life-bound magic treasure of the Ghost King. Even a thousand miles away, it remained within his control, ready to defend or attack at any moment.

Moreover, the Ghost Lamp had the unique function of showing up clearly even from a thousand miles away. As long as it was closely following Wang Xiaoqiang, the Ghost King could see a clear image of Wang Xiaoqiang, including his every action and even a single expression.

Therefore, he absolutely would not extinguish the Ghost Lamp.

"So you don't care if your daughter lives or dies?" Wang Xiaoqiang said, drawing the Penglai Immortal Sword with a swish, immediately causing blood to spurt, leaving a bloodstain on Little Mei's white jade neck, carved by the sharp edge of the sword.

This sword strike was perfectly measured, cutting the flesh but not severing the trachea.

"Ah..." Little Mei screamed, her long hair in disarray, her face turning pale with fright.

The Ghost King's pupils contracted, but he grit his teeth, suddenly laughed hysterically, pointing at Wang Xiaoqiang and saying, "Haha, boy, if you have the guts, kill her! I will treat it as if I never had this daughter!!"

Wang Xiaoqiang waved his right hand, making the Penglai Immortal Sword tremble, shaking off the blood pearls. Seeing the Ghost King showing a willingness to fight to the death without mercy for his daughter, Wang Xiaoqiang didn't say another word and swiftly flew forward, holding Little Mei.

With a whoosh, the Ghost Lamp immediately followed, and the Ghost King and his followers closely pursued behind.

As Wang Xiaoqiang flew, he spread out his divine sense, covering the ground below. He flew east, and soon, with the help of his divine sense, he returned to the mountain hollow where the Immortal Tomb was located.

Pausing in mid-air, he glanced back at the Ghost King and his followers, then decisively flew down towards the hollow, holding Little Mei.

The Ghost King's eyes flashed, and then he waved his hand, commanding, "Chase after him!!"

Thousands of ghost horde moved with a roar, turning downward, flying into the hollow, their peaceful descent shattering the silence of the hollow, startling flocks of birds.

Wang Xiaoqiang, carrying Little Mei, flew directly into the Immortal Tomb and disappeared.

The Ghost King and his followers dared not rush in, halting their advance at the tomb entrance, staring at the Immortal Tomb in a state of shock.

"My King, if I am not mistaken, this should be an Immortal Tomb..." a ghost cultivator exclaimed in surprise.

"Indeed, it's an Immortal Tomb, but it seems to have been robbed before..."

"How did Wang Xiaoqiang know there was an Immortal Tomb here? It seems he came prepared..." The Ghost King's eyes swept over the Immortal Tomb, showing deep suspicion. He murmured, reasoning that there must be great dangers within the Immortal Tomb; otherwise, Wang Xiaoqiang would not have walked into a trap.

"My King, should we pursue him?" Hearing it was an Immortal Tomb, some ghost cultivators couldn't restrain their excitement and wanted to enter the Immortal Tomb.

The Ghost King was shrewd and calculating. After estimating the dangers inside the Immortal Tomb, he was unwilling to risk himself, so he deliberately downplayed the situation, saying, "This place is undoubtedly an Immortal Tomb. Now, Wang Xiaoqiang is like a turtle in a jar. Go, send in a hundred men to capture him and explore whether there are treasures in the Immortal Tomb..."

Before the Ghost King's words were finished, ghost cultivators, like headless flies, rushed into the Immortal Tomb, eager as if they were throwing themselves into reincarnation.

It's not that these ghost cultivators were brainless, but greed was at work. Everyone knew that the Immortal Tomb could contain treasures, immortals' magic treasures, cultivation technique manuals, and magical pills they didn't finish using in life. If they were lucky enough to find some, it would be immense fortune, far exceeding the benefits of painstaking cultivation.

This was the greatest motivation for the ghost cultivators to enter the Immortal Tomb.

Wang Xiaoqiang's entry into the Immortal Tomb was also out of desperation, unable to shake off the pursuit of the Ghost King and his group. After a prolonged chase, his Spiritual Power was depleted, leading to inevitable capture.

Upon entering the Immortal Tomb, he anticipated that the ghost cultivators would covet the treasure within the Giant Green Coffin, sparking a fierce scramble, like when he previously entered the tomb, triggering the deadly traps within, leading the ghost cultivators to self-destruction.

Knowing the dangers of the Giant Green Coffin, upon entering the Immortal Tomb, he cautiously bypassed the Bronze Giant Coffin, covered Little Mei's mouth with his hand, and hid in a concealed corner at the other end of the coffin.

When the hundred ghost cultivators entered the Immortal Tomb, they were as excited as entering a treasure trove, especially upon seeing the Bronze Giant Coffin, believing the treasure was right in front of them. They exclaimed excitedly, madly rushing toward the Bronze Giant Coffin, forgetting entirely about chasing Wang Xiaoqiang.

During the rush, the ghost cultivators released their magic treasures towards the Bronze Giant Coffin, or more accurately, aimed at the coffin lid, intending to break it open with their magic treasures.

However, the immense impact of over a hundred magic treasures against the lid merely produced loud bangs; not one could break it, leaving the lid unmoved.

"What's going on? So solid!?" As the ghost cultivators expressed shock and doubt, a loud hum sounded from within the Bronze Giant Coffin, followed by a muffled voice commanding... "Open!"

Upon hearing this sound, the ghost cultivators fell silent, becoming mute with fear, looking at one another in disbelief. They realized, realized there was a person inside the coffin, not a corpse, but a living person!

Just then, there was another sound, and the lid of the Bronze Giant Coffin slowly opened on its own. As it opened, wisps of Immortal Qi wafted out, auspiciously curling into the air.

As the lid opened halfway, a thunderous roar was heard, and the illusory shadow of a dragon flew out of the coffin.

After emerging from the coffin, the dragon transformed into a real entity, turning into an azure dragon, baring fangs and claws menacingly. It suspended in mid-air over the giant coffin, issuing an enraged roar at the hundred ghost cultivators...

"Roar!!"

This roar, shapeless yet seemingly tangible, exploded with rolling sound waves, causing the ghost cultivators' bodies to shake violently, directly stunning the weaker ghost soldiers into unconsciousness.

The power of this roar alone demonstrated the might of the azure dragon, leaving the ghost cultivators momentarily stunned, almost losing their minds as cold sweat poured down their bodies.

"Kill!!" With the unclear voice from within the Bronze Giant Coffin issuing the command to kill, the azure dragon lunged forward, crashing into the ghost cultivators.

The stunned ghost cultivators regained their senses but none dared to resist, unanimously choosing to flee, scattering in a panic,

but they hadn't gotten far when the azure dragon charged forward, crashing into a dozen ghost cultivators, sending them flying, shattering bones and tendons, spraying blood, even scattering primordial spirits.

Crash!!

After sending a dozen ghost cultivators flying, the azure dragon did not stop, mercilessly crashing into another group, turning the ghost cultivators into living targets.

In the corner of the tomb, Wang Xiaoqiang watched the flood-beast-like azure dragon slaughter the ghost cultivators. Though he felt comforted, he was also deeply shocked,

He hesitated not a moment, directing much of his Spiritual Spring outward, fearing the extraordinarily menacing azure dragon might turn on him.

In his view, this azure dragon was clearly a level above spirit beasts. If his assumptions were correct, this azure dragon was a divine beast.

"Waaaah~~~~""Waaaah~~~~"

The ghost cultivators screamed in panic, fleeing desperately towards the tomb's entrance.

The azure dragon continued the chase, ruthlessly pursuing. It seemed determined not to stop until it had wiped out the ghost cultivators.

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