The King of Curses

Chapter 118: A show of force

The shadow of the King of Spirits suddenly stopped moving.

That space seemed to be fixed. The power of "Tiankui Quanshou" was not as violent as his, but as vast as the ocean.

The woman looked at the shadow quietly with an indifferent expression.

Compared to when she was with her subordinates, An Zhizhen's smile was more sincere when she was with Cen Dongsheng; and now, Cen Dongsheng saw another side of her, a woman with no smile on her face, no joy or sadness.

The King of Spirits showed his majesty as a special-class spellcaster, but this was the territory of the King of Philosophers. It was impossible for An Zhizhen to greet his opponent with a smile after he provoked him.

"..."

The light and shadow covering the ghost swayed slightly, causing ripples.

For some reason, when Cen Dongsheng saw this scene, he suddenly found it a little funny, because in his eyes, it was like simulating the process of a person's facial expression changing.

The King of Spirits could naturally feel that the invisible force previously exerted on the entire prison had been eliminated, and he was very clear that the woman in front of him was a curse master of the same level as himself.

But in the conversation just now, he never looked at An Zhizhen.

Perhaps it was because he felt that he and the woman had some kind of tacit understanding. No one wanted to fall out with each other without prior preparation, and they were concerned about possible retaliation afterwards, the result of an all-out war, and the subordinates in their respective territories.

Unfortunately, this is not the case.

When the people in the prison were attacked, Sister Zhizhen was already angry, and Cen Dongsheng could see it. He knew that the next step was the traditional show of power.

"He hasn't finished speaking yet, listen carefully."

Then, he heard An Zhizhen say this.

Uh……

He froze for a moment.

I have something to say? Me?

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Sister Zhizhen's face and found that she seemed serious.

"Pretend to be awesome for me."

There was an encouraging smile in the elder sister's eyes, as if she was saying this.

In front of the King of the Spirits? Is this true...

He recalled that when he had private chats with his colleagues in the past, they would occasionally talk about those powerful people who stood at the top of the society of curse-binding masters - they didn't dare to talk about the Philosopher King, but they could still talk about the rest of the people.

Each ancestor has a different way of doing things. Although except for King Pingdeng, the remaining few leaders of major forces will not allow others to challenge their authority, there are also differences among them:

King Kurong is indifferent and guards his own territory, never showing aggression towards others; the Philosopher King has a pragmatic attitude towards his own reputation, encourages the development of personal authority within the area under the jurisdiction of the Ruling Bureau, and does not care about the opinions of outsiders; and the Nether King seems to care more about whether others are afraid of his existence. This is why he indulges certain sorcerers to commit terrorist attacks and bloody crimes around the world under his name. It is unknown whether it is due to his personality or the need for some kind of curse.

Among them, the King of Spirits is the one who pays the most attention to his own brand.

He wanted everyone to fear and respect him, no matter if they were his supporters or opponents; his subordinates would often declare war on others on the grounds that "someone had offended the majesty of the Spirit King", even the other three regional rulers were no exception...

It feels like the hatred is a bit too much to say harsh words in front of such a self-centered person.

But there was no other way. Cen Dongsheng sighed softly. The moment he made up his mind to look for Sister Zhizhen, he had already decided to cling to the Philosopher King's thigh and go all the way to the end.

Meeting King Pingdeng on the way was an accident.

"Letting your subordinates take the lead... is it to tie up valuable talents? This is really a lack of magnanimity."

But before Cen Dongsheng could speak, the ghostly figure seemed to have given up something, once again turned his gaze away from An Zhizhen, and persuaded him instead:

"Come here. With your ability, you are qualified to be my deputy. Now is a time of great change and great heroes like us have great potential. We must not miss this opportunity."

It seemed that he had misunderstood his hesitation just now. Cen Dongsheng refused expressionlessly.

"You can't give me what she gave me."

The yearning for the philosopher king is a karma left over from the previous life, which cannot be replaced by anyone.

"Yeah……"

The ghost nodded.

"Then I'll leave. My proposal still stands, and the rest can be considered as an apology."

The opponent seemed to have given up completely; and in the next second, its figure was grasped by a pair of invisible hands and roughly squeezed into a small ball of light.

……

Cen Dongsheng felt that the intimidating majesty had disappeared.

"This guy escaped, right?"

"Yeah, that's pretty timely."

An Zhizhen seemed to feel a little regretful. She opened her hands, and the ball of star-like light was lying quietly in her palm.

"I was wondering if I could trace back to his true self through this split soul." "...The opponent is very cautious and decisive."

Cen Dongsheng said.

If becoming a special class may rely on luck, then becoming a "ancestor" requires character, luck and brains. No matter how arrogant his character is, he can't make such a low-level mistake.

"Forget it. With these remains, I can analyze part of the principle of his curse and catch this man... Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask his name."

"His name is Zhang Shidao."

Cen Dongsheng replied.

King Jiangling, whose original name was Zhang Qiudao, had a strong religious atmosphere in his family. He himself had lived in seclusion in Mount Zhongnan for a period of time before the first wave.

Therefore, he was actually the most famous and powerful one among the early ancient school of curse masters, but his strength and achievements had little to do with the so-called tradition.

It is said that when Zhang Qiudao was 18 years old, he suddenly had an epiphany during his meditation one day, and said to the people around him, "The great way cannot be sought... People can spread the way, but the way does not spread people." He then changed his name to Zhang Shidao.

"You even know his name?"

An Zhizhen seemed a little surprised.

"Is this also what the man named Wang Wu told you?"

"No." Cen Dongsheng shook his head. "My grandfather mentioned the 'Zhang Family Qilin Child' before..."

Because King Jiang Ling has the background of the Chuan Gu School, he can pull "grandfather" out again.

"So, you have been paying attention to him since then..."

The woman's eyes flickered slightly and her tone was odd.

"That's not the case..."

He quickly understood what the woman was thinking and felt a little amused. Was she even jealous of men?

"I have nothing to do with him."

"But he invited you, didn't he?"

Sister Zhizhen looked unwilling to give in.

"Uh……"

To be honest, this was indeed beyond his expectations, but King Jiangling was well-known for his love for talents. It should be that he really needed help at this moment and was delighted to see the prey.

"Don't worry, Sister Zhizhen, I will never leave you. No one can replace you in my heart. After all... you are my lover."

To put it in a sordid way, being able to hold the highest-ranking and most powerful woman in the world in his arms is an irresistible temptation for any man. It is also a sense of superiority and conquest that no one except An Zhizhen... and Yi Qingyan can give him.

Hearing this, An Zhizhen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, put her slender hand on his shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Dongsheng, it's great that you're a straight man. Liking older sisters, liking female high school students... these are all very healthy hobbies, please keep them."

...What weird things are you talking about!
Although the King of the Spirits and his followers were famous for their loyalty and alliance, and would become brothers or even father and son with the talents he valued, their relationship was not that kind of relationship.

……

...Uh, that shouldn't be the case, right?

*
In short, in the next ten minutes or so, the gaze of the gods from the depths of the Qingming did not appear again, and Wang Wu was still in a coma, lying on the ground, motionless.

It seems that the King of Spirits has really left.

An Zhizhen crushed the spirit in his hand.

"Anything gained?"

"Yes. Next time if Zhang Shidao comes here in person, I should be able to give him a surprise. However, it's limited to 'once'."

"For a battle between special-class spell-forbidden masters, this is enough."

Even after the two of them became "ancestors", they could still be the bargaining chips on the platform of victory or defeat. The price paid by the other party this time was not to be underestimated.

It was too hasty to send down a spirit on one's subordinates.

Cen Dongsheng felt that this was most likely a coincidence, and was related to the fact that the King of the Spirits tried to use Wang Wu's magical skills to create a "clone" that could withstand his own power.

But what he didn't expect was that Wang Wu would be so unlucky as to fall into the hands of another spell-binding master of the same level at this time.

This is another change brought about by Cen Dongsheng. If he hadn't been there in his previous life, Wang Wu would probably have left directly after burning down the Hongchen Bar and would not have met An Zhizhen.

"I have accepted his apology. What about you? How do you plan to deal with his 'proposal'?"

Cen Dongsheng did not answer. He looked at the talisman in his hand, but gradually had an idea that was unrelated to the matter.

(End of this chapter)