Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 878 - 428: Back from the Dead

Chapter 878: Chapter 428: Back from the Dead

The sharp knife pierced through the chest, yet no pain came.

Instead, a dark blue radiance emanated from Jiang Shouzhong’s body.

He held an ancient bronze lamp in his hand.

Jiang Shouzhong recalled how he and Xiao Lingqiu were trapped in a mysterious land, and it was with the help of this bronze lamp that they found a way out, even absorbing a skeleton into the lamp.

So he decided to try whether the lamp could be useful in this place.

Judging by the current situation, it seemed to be effective.

This indicated that this place had some secret connection with the Taoyuan Immortal Realm.

The lamp flame flickered, casting looming shadows.

Under the glow, "Qu Hongling’s" body appeared like a shattered porcelain, with dense cracks appearing. Thin strands of black mist seeped out from the cracks, exuding a nauseating stench.

The brides dressed in wedding garb around them fell painfully to the ground, tearing at their own faces.

"Kill him!"

In the air, a sinister hoarse voice suddenly echoed.

In the courtyard, all the kneeling paper figures lunged towards Jiang Shouzhong.

The brides who had torn off their faces lifted their blood-soaked cheeks, casting venomous gazes at Jiang Shouzhong.

Then, their figures flashed, attacking swiftly.

Jiang Shouzhong wielded the Yin Yang Flying Sword.

The attack of the Yin Yang Dual Swords was particularly effective against these sinister entities, and in just a moment, several brides screamed as they fell, their bodies dissipating into thin air, leaving only wisps of black smoke.

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly sounded.

"Hmph, the kid sure has a big fate."

Jiang Shouzhong turned to look, and it was the burly man he’d seen before in the cave, clutching a heavy sword that burned fiery red, sweeping in like a ghost.

The heavy sword in his hand exuded power, and the dragging fire appeared like an enraged fire dragon.

The burly man swung the heavy sword, sending sparks flying towards the surrounding paper figures.

Wherever the sparks touched the paper figures’ bodies, fierce flames erupted immediately.

The fire quickly spread...

Soon, muffled explosions ensued, and fragments of the paper figures flew everywhere.

"Old thing, still not coming out? How long are you going to hide?"

The burly man glared angrily, shouting loudly into the void.

In the air, a paper sedan chair slowly descended.

A man wearing golden armor sat inside the sedan chair.

His face was painted white like paper, devoid of any trace of blood, and his eyes revealed an icy desolation, his body entwined with dense, indissolvable Death Qi.

Grave Master?

Jiang Shouzhong’s heart trembled, guessing the man’s identity.

The Grave Master gave the burly man a sinister stare, his voice echoing and sullen, as if coming from the Nine Netherworld Hell: "Fang Zishang, do you really think I can’t kill you?"

The burly man sneered: "If you have the ability to kill me, then go ahead. If not, let You Tan come out!"

A trace of indistinct mockery flashed across the Grave Master’s face, his tone cold and slow:

"Your wife was already dead, so why persist? There’s no such thing as resurrection in this world; everything you’re doing is in vain."

Hearing this, the burly man gripped the sword hilt tightly, and due to exerting too much force, his knuckles turned white, veins on his arms bulging like serpentine trails.

Eyes wide, he roared: "I’ve no time to waste words with you here! Let You Tan come out!"

The Grave Master sighed, turning his hollow gaze towards Jiang Shouzhong, or more precisely, fixated on the bronze lamp in Jiang Shouzhong’s hand:

"Where did you get the Netherworld Lamp from?"

Jiang Shouzhong coldly retorted: "Where’s my friend?"

"There are no so-called friends here; if a woman came, she becomes a bride, either waiting in the bridal chamber for the groom or becoming the Master’s wife..."

The Grave Master’s voice floated lightly,

"I gave you a chance to leave, but unfortunately, you missed it. Since that’s the case, I’ll make you the sedan bearer for the Master’s new wife."

Jiang Shouzhong sneered: "To carry your coffin, I might give it some thought."

Saying this, he lightly tapped the ground with his toes, rushing towards the Grave Master like an arrow freed from the bow.

The flying sword entwined around him like a lively silver snake, pulling out dazzling beams of light, and flew towards the Grave Master.

Jiang Shouzhong smoothly took out the Seven Kills Blade, drawing the blade and slashing.

The burly man named Fang Zishang laughed: "Kid’s got guts!"

With a powerful stomp, the ground shattered, and nearby paper figures were crushed into powder.

The burly man seized the momentum, rushing towards the paper sedan chair like a cannonball.

He lifted the massive sword high.

The flames on the sword blade burned even stronger, like a red sun. As he swung the sword down, the paper sedan was split into several pieces, scattering like snowflakes.

The Grave Master snorted coldly, pulling out a spear, swiftly entangling with the advancing Jiang Shouzhong and the burly man.

During the battle, paper figures appeared out of thin air, attacking Jiang Shouzhong and the burly man.

Meanwhile, the lanterns floating in the sky also began hurling towards the two.

When these lanterns hit the house or ground, they exploded loudly, blasting deep craters, with dirt and stones flying everywhere.

The burly man continuously swung the massive sword, his moves wide and sweeping, the crimson sword blade slicing out lines of fire.

"Poof!"

After several rounds, the burly man’s long sword pierced through the Grave Master’s chest.

And Jiang Shouzhong’s Seven Kills Blade also struck the Grave Master’s head, almost splitting the upper half in two.

"Such mere mortals dare to slay a god!"