Chapter 124: Young Master Wujin

"Netherworld Chain!"

Seeing Jiang Xiaofei’s gaze directed at him, Prince Wuji let out a sharp cry. With a flick of his large hand, a chain suddenly appeared, extending infinitely as it lashed out toward Jiang Xiaofei. The chain was wreathed in dark, sinister incantations; it was clearly a formidable Nether-artifact.

Jiang Xiaofei furrowed his brows and dodged repeatedly, yet the Netherworld Chain acted like a heat-seeking missile, refusing to relent until it had ensnared him.

"Hmph! You cannot escape the pursuit of the Netherworld Chain. Why not just surrender?" Seeing Jiang Xiaofei dodging incessantly, Prince Wuji snorted coldly. His eyes darkened, and with another motion of his hand, the chain suddenly split into thousands of strands, locking Jiang Xiaofei in place and leaving him nowhere to hide.

Feeling the mounting pressure, Jiang Xiaofei had no time to react before the chain coiled tightly around his body. The moment it constricted, he felt his internal Ghost Qi being suppressed, rendering him unable to channel his power.

Prince Wuji laughed triumphantly, "Hahaha! You cannot break free from the Netherworld Chain. Surrender now! I might still spare your life out of respect for your talent in the Ghost Dao; otherwise, you die."

"Is that so?" Jiang Xiaofei replied with a cold, mocking smile as the Prince finished speaking. "If you think I only rely on Ghost Qi, then you are far too naive!"

"What?" Prince Wuji’s expression changed instantly upon hearing this.

Jiang Xiaofei pressed his palms together, and a vast, surging force of black and white energy erupted from within him, shattering the Netherworld Chain instantly!

The various factions watching were stunned. The sheer power of the Netherworld Chain had been terrifying, yet Jiang Xiaofei had broken it with such ease. Prince Wuji was equally shocked; he knew the Netherworld Chain could suppress all Ghost Qi—whether a thousand years old or ten thousand—forcing it into submission. That Jiang Xiaofei could ignore its power was incomprehensible.

He quickly realized it wasn't that the artifact had weakened, but that Jiang Xiaofei cultivated a different kind of power. His eyes darkened. "Even if you possess another form of power, I will still kill you today."

"Oh? Then I would like to see how you intend to kill me," Jiang Xiaofei retorted coldly. He struck out with his palm, unleashing the 'Ghost Saint’s Heaven-Facing Seal.' A massive spectral hand materialized, descending upon Prince Wuji with overwhelming pressure.

Under the gaze of the masses, Prince Wuji felt as if a great mountain were pressing down upon him. He appeared tiny, and his robes whipped violently in the gale force of the pressure. Yet, he remained unmoving, devoid of fear, his eyes burning with immense fighting spirit.

"Nether Emperor Canon: Nether Hand Shakes the Heavens!"

He roared, slamming his palm upward to meet the Ghost Saint’s Seal. His hand seemed to possess the power to shake the firmament, effectively halting the descent of the Seal.

Jiang Xiaofei frowned, surprised. The Ghost Saint’s Heaven-Facing Seal was powerful enough on its own, and empowered by Xiaofeng’s strength, it should have been impossible for a peak Dao-Extremity expert to withstand. That Prince Wuji could block it spoke volumes of his deep foundations and endless arsenal of hidden cards, leaving even Jiang Xiaofei envious.

"Explode!"

Prince Wuji bellowed, slamming his palm again. The Ghost Saint’s Heaven-Facing Seal detonated. Seizing the moment, he launched a follow-up attack, his palm strikes rippling with world-shaking power, causing the air to churn and atmospheric pressure to collapse inward.

Seeing the assault, Jiang Xiaofei narrowed his eyes and met the attack with his own palm. Vast black and white energy surged forth, crushing the surrounding space. Beyond that, terrifying Ghost Qi erupted, plunging the entire Abyss of Ghost Howls into darkness, like a heavy canopy of black clouds.

Prince Wuji’s massive palm struck the ocean of Ghost Qi, causing it to dissipate as if parting clouds to reveal the sun. The sheer scale of the battle left the various factions stunned; this was no longer a fight they could interfere in. They could only wait for the outcome. In their eyes, even if the King of Flight were to lose today, the Ghost Abyss Division would still stand tall in the Underworld, and the name "King of Flight" would become legendary.

The Ghost Abyss army was invigorated. Even Jun Yao smiled with relief; she had expected Jiang Xiaofei to merely hold his own against a peak Dao-Extremity expert, but he was proving far stronger than she had imagined. Seeing her man so powerful filled her with pride.

Nearby, the Corpse King felt a bitter pang. He had thought Jiang Xiaofei was only slightly stronger than him, but it was now clear the gap was vast. Yang Guang’s expression grew dark and anxious; if even Prince Wuji could not defeat Jiang Xiaofei, the Heavenly Ghost City would face defeat!

High above, the two combatants clashed in a battle that shook the heavens and moved the spirits. Each wave of Jiang Xiaofei’s offense kept Prince Wuji suppressed. Yet, the Prince fought with increasing ferocity, his killing intent overshadowing his fighting spirit. He believed an enemy like Jiang Xiaofei must be eradicated early, lest his growth threaten the status of the Netherworld’s Three Realms.

However, every time he dispersed the Yin-Yang Polar Seal, the Ghost Saint’s Heaven-Facing Seal followed. Jiang Xiaofei’s power seemed bottomless. Prince Wuji found himself struggling; this was a war of attrition he could not win. They were in the Underworld, not the Netherworld, and his own power could not be fully maximized without a fresh supply of Nether energy. Jiang Xiaofei, however, held the geographical advantage, giving him the upper hand.

Realizing this, Prince Wuji’s eyes hardened. "Let one move decide the outcome. I will let you witness the power of the Netherworld Core Fire."

"Burn, Netherworld Core Fire!"

As Prince Wuji spoke, Jiang Xiaofei’s expression shifted. The Prince seemed to transform; his eyes erupted with flames, and a crown of fire materialized above his head. He looked like the master of the Way of Fire, a king among flames, commanding all fire to submit. Furthermore, the terrifying Netherworld Core Fire began to burn around his body.

The flames were a dark, ghostly purple, seemingly capable of incinerating heaven and earth, causing the very space to warp. As the flames swept forward, the Ghost Qi dissipated, and even the black and white energy struggled briefly before being consumed by the inferno.