Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 1390: Even Less of a Match

The main door crashed with a loud bang, finally meeting its demise.

The horse’s hooves rose high, aiming at Fu’er, ready to trample him down.

Seeing this, Fu’er quickly dodged to the side, and at the same time, he leapt up, stepping on the horse’s hooves, instantly flying toward the War Chariot.

Watching him trying to rush up, the Ghost King swung the large knife in his hand, stabbing towards Fu’er’s heart.

Simultaneously, the Evil Qi on him grew once again.

Suddenly, mournful cries interwove around them.

They were the wails and cries of tens of thousands of soldiers who died on the battlefield long ago.

With a strong aura of death, like a mountain, they weighed down on Fu’er’s soul.

His soul shuddered at this.

The Soul Body immediately felt as if it were being torn apart.

It seemed like countless fierce ghosts appeared around, grabbing at his soul with many hands, tearing it in all directions.

Fu’er’s movements suddenly slowed down.

At this moment, with a grunt, the large knife stabbed into Fu’er’s body.

Fu’er’s soul trembled violently, and his body gradually began to turn transparent.

Xia Xin heard the commotion, looked up, and saw this scene.

"Seven hundred years ago, you were not my match, and now you are even less so!"

Looking at the stiffened Fu’er, the Ghost King Qin Sai snorted coldly, and with a flick of his large knife,

Fu’er’s broken soul was thrown to the ground.

The Spiritual Power at the wound kept leaking out.

Seeing this, Xia Xin and Master Wu’s faces changed.

Xia Xin, almost reflexively, pushed away Master Wu’s support and rushed out.

"Damn, kid, what are you doing!"

Master Wu jumped in surprise.

But Xia Xin had already run out quickly.

He had no idea what he was going to do.

He simply didn’t have time to think.

But he couldn’t just let Fu’er die like this.

As Xia Xin rushed out, he took out the Talisman of Calming that Jiangli had given him earlier and threw it at Qin Sai.

Qin Sai could feel the power inside the Talisman Paper, making him cautious; he instinctively stepped back for a fraction, then picked up the large knife in his hand to deflect the Talisman of Calming.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xia Xin ran to Fu’er’s side, without thinking twice, reached out to grab Fu’er.

Fu’er was in a soul state.

By right, he shouldn’t have been able to touch Fu’er.

But he had long forgotten about that.

However, when he extended his hand, he did manage to hold Fu’er.

Xia Xin, not caring to think more, lifted Fu’er and placed him under the main hall’s corridor.

Fu’er panted in pain, feeling his soul slowly dissipating.

Seeing Xia Xin rush over, he wanted to scold him, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

At this time, the Talisman of Calming Xia Xin had thrown touched the large knife in Qin Sai’s hand.

Then, the Talisman of Calming immediately turned into a wisp of white mist and disappeared.

Qin Sai shook the large knife in his hand and said, "Your Abbot does have some skills, but it’s impossible to stop me with just a single talisman she left behind."

Xia Xin, hearing this, turned to look, his face growing even paler.

"I don’t want to kill innocent people like you. As long as you hand over the Heavenly Splitting Hairpin, I’ll spare you." Qin Sai spoke again.

What Heavenly Splitting Hairpin?

Xia Xin: "What’s that thing? I’ve never even heard of it! Asking me, did you find the wrong person?"

Qin Sai, hearing this, didn’t believe Xia Xin’s words at all, "Jiangli had you come back just to guard the Heavenly Splitting Hairpin, didn’t she? I’ll say it again, hand over the Heavenly Splitting Hairpin, and I’ll spare you!"

When did the ancestor ever give him a Heavenly Splitting Hairpin?

And how did this Ghost King know it was the ancestor who had him return?

Could it be that their every move in Wutong Garden was actually under someone’s surveillance?

Did the ancestor know?

Did he deliberately have him come back after knowing all this?