Variety shows are crazy but don't cause internal conflict; I'm proud to drive others crazy

Chapter 190 Thank you, Boss Cheng, for the Ultra Sword of Light.

Cheng Qiaozhi said smugly, "Those are vengeful ghost soldiers. The Dongzhou Sword absorbs countless vengeful ghosts who died tragically. Not only does it exude a murderous aura, but it also releases vengeful ghost soldiers to kill all offenders!"
This is the true killing move of the Earthly Fiend Star Formation. That person impersonating Ultraman dared to go down so casually; he can only wait to be reduced to ashes!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wei Ling's loud shout came from inside the tunnel: "The light of justice will never be extinguished! Protect Earth, Ultraman Tiga, attack!"

The roars of vengeful ghost soldiers also rang out.

"The light of justice will never be extinguished! Defend Earth, Tiga, strike!"

George Cheng: ???

other people:? ? ?

audience:? ? ?
[What the heck? What's happening underground? Why are so many people chanting Ultraman slogans?!]

[There seem to be a lot of soldier ghosts below, probably from within the formation, but why aren't they attacking Ultraman? Instead, they're chanting slogans along with him!]

[That's it! China is going to have a bunch of Ultramen!]

Before anyone could react, a series of cracking sounds came from the stone bed connecting to the tunnel entrance, and cracks appeared, showing signs that it was about to break apart.

Da da da!

At this moment.

The sound of steady, heavy footsteps echoed from the tunnel.

"The light of justice will never be extinguished! Defend Earth, Tiga, strike!"

The deafening roar grew clearer and clearer, as if many soldiers were marching towards the tunnel entrance, shouting slogans aggressively as they went.

Jiang Nanxi said with a solemn expression, "Everyone, step back quickly! This stone bed is about to shatter completely!"

The others quickly ran to the side.

A loud bang was heard.

The stone bed shattered completely, sending shards flying everywhere and revealing a large pit underneath, beneath which lay several intricate underground passages.

Wei Ling jumped up from the ground, not only unharmed, but also with a magnificent golden sword hilt in his hand.

Jiang Nanxi looked at the brand-new golden hilt in his hand and said in surprise, "Why is there only a hilt and not a complete sword?"

Wei Ling said, "The sword is behind me."

"What?"

Jiang Nanxi looked at him in confusion, only to see him raise the golden sword hilt and shout, "Ultraman Sword of Light, attack!"

Jiang Nanxi: ? ? ?

other people:? ? ?

Beneath the dark pit, clusters of light appeared—the vengeful ghosts and soldiers summoned by the sword.

After these ghost soldiers emerged from the crater, their power coalesced and condensed into a semi-transparent, dark green sword blade attached to the hilt.

Wei Ling looked at the sword with satisfaction and said excitedly to Jiang Nanxi, "This is simply a sword tailor-made for me. Thank you so much!"

Jiang Nanxi: !?(_;?
This sword doesn't look very reliable!

Is this really an ancient sword from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty? It looks like a children's lightsaber that was just unearthed last week.

[You Cheng family members, how dare you try to fool Ultraman with children's toys? You're all dead!]

Wait a minute, this is a real antique! I saw pictures of it on the British Museum's website; this Eastern Zhou Dynasty sword was unearthed with only the hilt on it!

I just checked, and it's true. This golden sword with only a hilt carries a mysterious Eastern power; whoever touches it will die!
Ultimately, the royal family entrusted it to a family with a long tradition of feng shui in Hong Kong—the Cheng family!

Outside the door. Cheng Qiaozhi saw Wei Ling emerge unharmed, her Ultraman costume completely intact. He stood there, stunned, the smile vanishing from his face.

He remained silent until Delong, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but speak up, "Mr. Cheng, he's out safely! He's not human, he really is Ultraman!"

"Get the hell out of here!"

Cheng Qiaozhi was so angry that he kicked Delong away.

He rushed into the room, glaring at Wei Ling, and said, "Put down the golden sword hilt! This is an antique that our Cheng family has been preserving for the British Royal Family! If you dare to take it, you'll be hunted down by major powers around the world!"

Wei Ling said indifferently, "It has already recognized me as its master."

"How is that possible! This sword hilt has been unearthed for many years. Only the Cheng family can seal away its malevolent energy. Anyone else who touches it will die instantly. It could never possibly recognize a master!"

Wei Ling didn't say anything more, but simply raised her hand and waved the lightsaber in Cheng Qiaozhi's direction.

The next second, an eerie aura enveloped the entire room, black mist filled the air, and the light dimmed.

One after another, tall and imposing ancient soldiers clad in armor emerged from the black mist, holding weapons and forming a solemn military formation in the room, kneeling on one knee before Wei Ling.

"See General!"

This unanimous roar was deafening and imposing, almost scaring Cheng Qiaozhi to his knees.

He stared in disbelief at these vengeful ghosts and soldiers from a thousand years ago, his face ashen.

"How could this be? How could this be! The Cheng family tried everything, but they couldn't get this sword hilt to recognize them as its master. They could only use a special method to utilize the evil energy. Why would this sword recognize them as its master?!"

Wei Ling looked at Cheng Qiaozhi and said indifferently, "The divine sword does not recognize trash as its master. You can't even resist the evil aura, so naturally you can't subdue the ghost soldiers."

George Cheng: "..."

[The Corpse King is indeed the Corpse King, he's amazing!]

【That makes sense. I declare this sword yours, and your army will be called the Ultra Legion!】

Thank you, Mr. Cheng, for the Ultra Sword of Light!

Thank you, Boss Cheng, for the Ultra Army!

[Everyone, please stop talking! If you keep going, Cheng Qiaozhi will break down, haha! He looks like he's about to explode with anger!]

Cheng Qiaozhi's current feelings are beyond words; he's completely numb with anger.

Yes, he's not angry, he's not angry. He just doesn't know how to explain things to his family when he gets back.

These are antiques entrusted to them by the British Royal Family, not antiques belonging to the Cheng family. How can we give them to others!

But you told him to go and take it back now.

How to grab it?
This Ultraman is supposed to be immune to evil spirits and vengeful ghosts, yet he doesn't have a single professional fighter by his side. Isn't he just offering himself up for death?

As Cheng Qiaozhi stared at the golden sword hilt in Wei Ling's hand with heartache, he was frantic with worry when he suddenly noticed that Jiang Nanxi and the others had jumped into the tunnel one by one.

"Stop!"

Just as Cheng Qiaozhi was about to go over to stop them, Wei Ling pointed his sword, and one of the ghost soldiers kicked Cheng Qiaozhi away.

boom--!
call out--!
Cheng Qiaozhi's body was sent flying, smashing through the wooden door and landing in a large puddle in the yard outside. He was covered in filthy mud and looked extremely disheveled.

"Damn it! I'm so unlucky to have run into these people! I should have known better than to sign up for this show!"

Cheng Qiaozhi was so angry that he cursed the heavens and the earth on the spot.

I completely forgot that when I first signed up to invest in this variety show, I was planning to eliminate Jiang Nanxi in the Ailao Mountains.

As a result, not only is Jiang Nanxi unharmed, but he has also lost both his wife and his army. He has not only lost a lot of manpower, but even the hilt of the Eastern Zhou Golden Sword has been stolen!
He snapped out of his daze and quickly contacted the people underground using his watch. [The situation has changed! Someone has broken in! They have the "Foot-Reversing Fairy" wax lamp. Release that thing first; it will take care of them!]