Chapter 502: Despicable Scoundrel
Yun Ran slightly frowned, looking at the man a few steps away wrapped in a black cloak, wearing a green-faced mask with fangs, standing in the snowstorm like a ghostly figure.
She curled her lips into a cold smile and said sarcastically:
"Really playing the ghost without any self-awareness. Displaying yourself in broad daylight! Aren’t you afraid of being caught and turned into wine?"
"Wine?! How dare you say it again!"
Was the wind too strong? Or something else? That voice seemed to have split.
"Wine, wine, wine! Twist off the head to soak in wine! Chop off the feet to be used as firewood, cut off the hands to feed the pigs."
Ghost King: "￥%%...&**#..."
Nangong Siyu was obviously stunned for a moment, then pulled at her sleeve with some worry, whispering:
"Sister, we shouldn’t provoke him... He looks so scary!"
Yun Ran patted her hand, comforting her: "Don’t be afraid! Even if you’re polite to him, if he wants to kill you, he will."
Nangong Siyu: "..." Thanks, I feel so comforted!
However, Yun Ran also noticed that the Ghost King looked like he was about to explode, clearly on the verge of losing control, yet he didn’t attack directly, which was rather unusual.
She glanced at Nangong Siyu who was shivering timidly beside her. Hmm, this seemingly innocent little bunny look was indeed quite pitiful.
Did this demon head also have a heart that pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade?
While mentally criticizing, her hands didn’t delay. She pulled Nangong Siyu aside to a safe spot with one hand, drew the dagger from her sleeve with the other, and shot out like an arrow leaving the bowstring.
A cold gleam burst forth, murderous aura soared, accompanied by a flurry of snowflakes.
The Ghost King nimbly glanced at Nangong Siyu in the corner, then drew a pair of judge’s pens, flying out to meet the assault.
His target was Yun Ran’s eyes!
Yun Ran: "..."
Bah! You rascal!
In the blink of an eye, Yun Ran’s agile body spun quickly, dodging the deadly move coming straight at her.
Passing by, Yun Ran gave a solid kick to the back of his knee.
The Ghost King staggered, lunging forward, sliding several meters in the snow before barely steadying himself, avoiding a face-first fall into the dirt!
Seemingly ashamed and angry at his embarrassment in this round, the Ghost King roared furiously and charged at Yun Ran again, with even more intense killing intent than before.
Yun Ran was unafraid, as they clashed closely, the sound of metal clashing echoed incessantly, and flashes of cold light streaked through the snow and wind.
Within moments, they exchanged dozens of moves, with no sign of victory on either side.
The Ghost King was secretly alarmed, observing her moves fluid and graceful, her demeanor relaxed and casual, clearly not having exerted her full strength.
Her power far exceeded his estimation.
In just that instant of distraction, Yun Ran stepped on his head, not shy to comment:
"By the way, your head’s a bit flat! Have you been beaten so often? Can you still dare call yourself the Ghost King? You may as well rename yourself as Little Chicken!"
"!!!"
For the Ghost King, being openly stepped on the head and ridiculed like this, the damage wasn’t significant, but the insult was severe!
His eyes, due to extreme rage, were almost spitting fire!
"You, shut, up! Go to hell!!!"
With a roar, the black cloak flapped wildly in the wind. In an instant, a pair of enormous black wings sprouted behind the Ghost King.
The wings flapped, his figure ascended, and at this moment, the Ghost King resembled a bat floating in the dark night.
"Oh! The turtle grandson transformed? Don’t say, it’s quite like a bat turned into a spirit."
During the conversation, Yun Ran’s ten fingers danced, golden light surged, and dozens of Golden Needles shot out like meteors, directly piercing those wings.
The Ghost King noticed but Yun Ran’s move was like lightning, and he couldn’t dodge in time.
However, he didn’t take it seriously at all, sneering:
"Hmph! Petty tricks!"
With that said, he tried to flap the wings, but his actions suddenly halted, turning his head incredulously to look at the wings.
He found that the Golden Needles were strung with barely noticeable Heavenly Silkworm Silk!
And one end of the Heavenly Silkworm Silk was in Yun Ran’s hand!
With the change of her finger movements, it was as if threading a needle, the strands of Heavenly Silkworm Silk seemed to weave into a dense net, firmly segmenting and pinning his wings.
"Just some silks, what harm can they do to me?"
The Ghost King, both alarmed and angry, forcibly exerted his inner strength, trying to flap his wings.
Suddenly, the sound of something tearing rang in his ears, and with the wind, there was even a smell of burning.
Burning smell? Hmm, it smelled just like feathers burning...
The Ghost King suddenly turned around, staring fixedly at the wings that were billowing black smoke, his pupils shrinking, full of disbelief.
"This... How is it possible?"
"You thought this was just ordinary Heavenly Silkworm Silk? Look at you, without any worldly experience!"
"Who exactly are you? How do you know the Netherworld Wings’ weak spots and vital points? Who are you?"
"Ah! Sister, be careful!"
Just as the two were in a standoff, Nangong Siyu suddenly exclaimed, rushing toward Yun Ran.
