I stared at Xiao Lian, my eyes bloodshot: "We, the people of Liangjie Tang, have never feared death. I can watch you kill them one by one."

"But, you remember this, if my brother's hand is crippled, you will have to pay with your own."

"If my brother's life is taken, you will have to fill it with your own."

"Shen Youyou. I'm talking about your true body, not this avatar of yours!"

Xiao Lian's expression changed instantly: "What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

I said in a deep voice: "I'm saying, you are Shen Youyou."

"Your actions just now were nothing more than trying to scare me."

"Your method of using the power of ghosts and gods to transmit sound from the coffin is very clever. But, you forgot one thing, ghosts and gods don't need to announce their identities to sorcerers."

"You specifically mentioned, 'I, Shen Youyou, will do this and that?' It's a threat to me, but it's also a flaw."

"Also, as a soul, you insisted on giving yourself two extra eyes, just to make others think you were just a wronged soul controlled by ghosts and gods."

"So, I'm sure your true body is still healing. You can't cure my poison either!"

I said with a gloomy look: "Now, you can continue. We, the people of Liangjie Tang, are yours to kill. As long as you're not afraid of the Thorn God Poison."

Shen Youyou's expression became uncertain for a moment.

The Pavilion Master of Treasure Seeking, sitting in the prison cell, then spoke: "I would like to know, what is this so-called Thorn God Poison? Perhaps, I have a way to detoxify it!"

"Shut up!" Chen Shuyu, who had been knocked away by Shen Youyou, didn't know when she had climbed to the side of the prison cell and unexpectedly struck the prison wall with her palm.

The gang qi erupting from Chen Shuyu's palm struck towards the Pavilion Master of Treasure Seeking's face through the wall.

Shen Youyou knew that Chen Shuyu had made a move, but she had no intention of rescuing him, watching as the Pavilion Master of Treasure Seeking's neck was snapped in two by the zhen qi, and his head was sent flying into the air by Chen Shuyu's palm force.

I gritted my teeth and looked at the Pavilion Master of Treasure Seeking's "corpse."

It was a puppet!

Chen Shuyu used palm force, not blade qi, which could only shatter the other party's head, not sever it as it was now. Moreover, not a single drop of blood came out of the Pavilion Master of Treasure Seeking's severed neck cavity. What else could it be but a puppet?

The Pavilion Master of Treasure Seeking's head, rolling on the ground, automatically turned in my direction, saying with a hint of mockery: "What do you think of the puppet I dug out of the ancient Witch Tomb?"

"I told you long ago, since you are Qu Mo's disciple, I won't let you have an easy time."

"I will come up with a thousand, ten thousand ways to deal with you. To make you wish you were dead!"

"Hehe..."

The Pavilion Master of Treasure Seeking kept sneering and said, "Your Excellency, when Ye Yang's arm was broken just now, although Li Po pretended to be indifferent, the zhen qi in his body had already begun to circulate. This shows that he cares very much about Ye Yang's life and death."

"You don't need to listen to his threats. As long as you continue to torture Ye Yang, he will definitely submit obediently!"

Shen Youyou looked at me with cold eyes and said, "I think his words are worth a try!"

"Ye, I'll give you time to break another leg, or you can choose to sever your heart meridian."

Just as Shen Youyou turned her gaze towards Ye Yang, the Fatty in Lin Zhao's prison cell suddenly cursed loudly: "Bitch! I can't stand it anymore. As a ghost-god, if you're not ashamed, I'm ashamed for you!"

As Shen Youyou turned her head to look at the Fatty, the Fatty also stood up, pointing his finger at the other party's nose and saying: "What are you looking at? If you look again, I'll dig out your eyeballs."

"You're courting death..." Before Shen Youyou could finish speaking, the Fatty suddenly appeared in front of Shen Youyou, ruthlessly thrusting two fingers of his right hand into the other party's eye socket.

A scream suddenly came from the blood-filled stone coffin, and the blood in the coffin was instantly sent into the sky. A snow-white figure also stood eerily in the rain of blood, glaring at the Fatty behind him.

The Fatty, however, seemed completely unaware that a powerful enemy had arrived, and violently thrust his fingers deeper into the other party's eye socket, one finger shattering the other party's skull: "You're not strong enough to take a hit, and you dare to show off in front of your Fatty?"

Shen Youyou, standing in the air, wanted to attack the Fatty while screaming sharply, but unexpectedly, the Fatty's companion also appeared silently beside the stone coffin, raising his hand and slapping Shen Youyou in the face.

The ghost-god, who had been so arrogant just now, was like a child with no power to resist, and was slapped back into the coffin by the other party.

The man then used the tip of his toe to lift the coffin lid on the ground and put the coffin back on: "Fatty, I'll leave the rest to you!"

"It's me again! I've never seen anyone as lazy as you!" The Fatty muttered to himself as he carried the coffin towards Feng Ruoxing and the others' prison cell.

The man walked to Ye Yang's side, casually patted his arm, and Ye Yang's arm was restored in an instant.

The man turned around, cupped his fist at me, and said: "Xie Bangui of the Coffin Gate, I'm here to make amends!"

I never expected that this person would be the world-renowned Po Jun Ghost King, Xie Bangui!

Shen Youyou also screamed in the coffin: "Ghost King Xie, as a King, why do you have to make things difficult for me, an unknown nobody?"