The Evil King's Favorite: The Princess Is Too Cruel

"Is there more, is there more?"

Su Qingning asked anxiously. The glowing look in her eyes made Mo Lintian and others very confused. But if the netizens in the 22nd century saw it, they would definitely understand what was going on. Isn't it just "bumping into something"?

Qilin also looked at Su Qingning strangely, but he actually nodded, "Yes."

"Previously, in the battle between the Ghost King and the Temple Master, the Temple Master had already been defeated, but he suddenly took the Master hostage, intending to kill the Master and have the Heavenly Dao expel the Ghost King."

After hearing Qilin's description, Mo Lintian and others could imagine how tense the situation was at that time, and they couldn't help but worry for Qi Runyu.

"Then what?" Su Qingning asked.

"Then..." Qilin recalled what he had seen at that time, a trace of fear on his face. "Then the Ghost King became angry, and the Temple Master underestimated the Ghost King's strength. The Ghost King was not afraid of the power of the Heavenly Dao at all. He directly broke through the Heavenly Dao's restrictions and regained his true strength. With just a single blow of pressure, the Temple Master was completely defeated."

"Oh, I forgot to mention that the temple master is a demigod."

The crowd, who originally didn't feel much, were inevitably frightened after hearing this sentence. They also experienced firsthand the power of the Ghost King.

The temple master is a demigod, yet Yousha defeated him with just a single blow of pressure. How powerful is the Ghost King? Is he a true god?!

Hearing this, Yun Jizhou and the other two who were eavesdropping on the side finally couldn't help but walked over quickly.

"Um...excuse me for asking, is the temple master dead?" Yun Jizhou asked with a hint of anticipation.

Upon hearing this, the others also looked at Qilin expectantly, waiting for his answer.

Qilin was silent for a while, as if he was considering his words.

"The Ghost King did cut the Temple Master in half and burned him to ashes, but..."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, everyone was overjoyed. However, when they heard the word "but", they immediately had a bad feeling.

As expected, Qilin said quietly, "But the temple master is not dead. It's only an avatar that died."

What? A clone?!

Yun Jizhou felt as if his breath was stuck in his throat, unable to move up or down, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Alas! How come it was a clone that died? It would have been better if it was the real one.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

"Actually, you don't have to be too disappointed." Seeing everyone's regretful expressions, Qilin thought for a moment and comforted them, "With the destruction of the clone, the temple master must have suffered a great loss of vitality, and his cultivation will definitely decline. It is indeed a good time for you to attack the temple now."

It's no wonder that Qilin's consolation was somewhat effective. Yun Jizhou nodded and said, "Your Excellency is right. The Temple Master is seriously injured now. Attacking the Temple now will do more good than harm. If we miss this opportunity, when the Temple Master recovers from his injuries, it won't be so easy for us to kill him again."

"That's right. Opportunities are fleeting." Shangguan Jia echoed, "In my opinion, we should speed up our advance and capture the temple as soon as possible. If we shorten the time by just one day, the temple master will have one less day to recover from his injuries, and our chances of victory will be even greater."

Hearing this, Yun Jizhou nodded in agreement. He waved his hand and said loudly, "Give the order and advance with all your strength to reach Wuwang Island as quickly as possible."

After that, Yun Jizhou and the other two returned to their respective boats. After that, the speed of each boat increased a lot, and they were really rushing to Wuwang Island at the fastest speed.

On the golden boat, after listening to Qilin's words, Mo Lintian and others also felt that Yousha had some special feelings for Qi Runyu. Perhaps, as Qilin said, Yousha had ill intentions towards Qi Runyu!

Thinking of this, they suddenly understood why Yousha gave the Ghost King Token to Qi Runyu. It turned out that he had planned this all along!

Therefore, if Yousha really liked Qi Runyu, he would not have eaten Qi Runyu's soul.

Thinking of this, the sadness in the hearts of Mo Lintian and others subsided a lot. Although they might not see Qi Runyu again in the future, knowing that he was still alive was enough.

……

A few nights later, dozens of ships stopped on the sea ten meters away from Wuwang Island. However, due to the fog all around, the people in the temple on the island did not notice those ships, nor did they know that there were hundreds of thousands of people in the sea, approaching Wuwang Island.

After a while, a hand emerged from the sea and reached the shore. Then, countless hands emerged, and human figures crawled out of the sea one after another.

Yun Jizhou raised his hand and gestured, indicating that everyone should be careful and not let the people in the temple discover them.

Thus, under the cover of night, countless figures quietly approached the palace in the center of the island, while most of the people in the temple had fallen asleep and were unaware that danger was approaching.

At this time, at the main gate of the temple, four disciples were guarding outside with tired looks on their faces. Perhaps it was because Wuwang Island was in the middle of the sea, or perhaps they felt that no one dared to offend the status of the Temple of Words, so they were so careless, unlike the gatekeepers of other forces who were fully focused and on high alert.

Under the cold moonlight, a disciple yawned. He raised his hand to rub his tired eyes and said to the three people beside him with a tired look, "Well... I can't hold on any longer. I'm going to sleep for a while. You guys keep an eye on me!"

After saying that, without waiting for anyone else to respond, he sat down on the ground leaning against the wall and fell asleep. What he didn't know was that after closing his eyes, he would never have the chance to open them again.

"Damn! This kid is really asleep?"

As if in response to his words, a snoring sound followed. The sound, which was not loud at first, seemed particularly loud in the quiet night.

"..." Listening to the incessant snoring, black lines slid down the foreheads of the other three temple disciples. The disciple who spoke before was so angry that he laughed.

"Fuck! Is he born in the Year of the Pig? He fell asleep so quickly."

However, the only response he got was a purring 'zzz…'

The veins on his forehead gradually bulged. Seeing the other person sleeping so soundly, the disciple became more and more angry. He couldn't help but raise his foot to kick the person awake.

Seeing this, the other two disciples hurried forward to stop them. While they were pulling each other, Yun Jizhou, who was hiding in the darkness, raised his hand and made an attacking gesture.

At this moment, four sounds of breaking through the air were heard at the same time.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

Four arrows, with fierce momentum, cut through the air and flew towards the main entrance of the temple.

The three disciples who were pulling turned around when they heard the noise, but the next moment, their movements stopped abruptly and their eyes widened.