Daily Intelligence: From Water Snake to Jinghe Dragon King

When Li Shimin saw Liu Qing take to the field again, he was overjoyed and ordered the soldiers to beat the war drums to cheer on the Great Dragon God.

Amidst the sound of war drums, Liu Qing looked at the three ghost kings opposite him.

The Mighty Ghost King, with a blue face and fangs, bare-chested, his muscles bulging like iron, wields a mourning staff that exudes a chilling ghostly aura, and is renowned for his divine strength.

The One-Horned Ghost King had a face as red as charcoal, soul-hooking chains wrapped around his arms, and a single horn on his head, from which dense ghostly energy swirled. Clearly, all his abilities lay in this single horn.

The Ghost King of Mangshan is not an innate being, but rather an emperor who transformed into a ghost. He wears a black dragon robe, which exudes an imperial aura, yet his body is filled with boundless ghostly energy. The imperial aura and the ghostly energy of the underworld intertwine and surround his body, making him appear extremely eerie.

Judging from the auras revealed by the three ghost kings, they all possessed the cultivation of the Undying Realm.

Liu Qing's eyes were filled with surprise. This time, going into battle against the three ghost kings would not only allow him to go all out and unleash his fighting power, but also, after suppressing them, the dense ghost energy he carried would definitely be able to completely evolve into the underworld of a small thousand worlds.

As the three demon kings saw Sun Wukong go down, a minor demon with only the initial cultivation of the Three Flowers Realm emerged from the opposing camp.

His face immediately filled with disdain, and the Mighty Ghost King roared, "Little brat, go back and bring out that monkey. You are no match for us."

This Mighty Ghost King is actually quite nice; before the battle, he even gave Liu Qing a heads-up.

Liu Qing laughed: "You fool, go ahead and make your move. If you kill me, that's fate, and you can't blame me."

The Mighty Ghost King glared and said, "Since you don't know what's good for you, then you can't blame me."

Having said that, the Mighty Ghost King threw a punch straight at the chest. This punch was just a casual move, and he obviously didn't use his full strength.

Liu Qing felt helpless at being looked down upon once again, so he had no choice but to show his skills and make this guy take him seriously.

Immediately, Liu Qing also threw a punch to meet the attack, which landed squarely on the fist of the Mighty Ghost King.

With a scream, the Mighty Ghost King was sent flying backward, his five fingers cracked and bleeding.

These three, though ghost kings, have long since shed their ghostly forms and developed physical bodies, achieving the status of ghost immortals. Therefore, they appear to be like humans, demons, immortals, or Buddhas.

The Ghost King of Mangshan and the Mighty Ghost King were the closest. Seeing the Mighty Ghost King being sent flying by a punch, he quickly leaped up to catch him.

"My dear brother, are you alright?"

The Mighty Ghost King shook his head: "Brother, don't worry, I'm fine. It's just that this guy is pretending to be weak while actually being strong. He's cunning. We must not underestimate him when we fight him later."

Liu Qing said helplessly, "Master, my cultivation speed is far behind my combat strength, but I really didn't pretend to be weak to deceive you."

Besides, given my current status in the Three Realms, who would be worth me pretending to be weak to deceive others?

"Second Brother, don't boost the enemy's morale and diminish our own. Let me go and weigh things up!"

The three great ghost kings of the human world have an excellent relationship due to their special characteristics and the attraction of their attributes. The three ghost kings became sworn brothers. Among them, the Mangshan Ghost King, who was an emperor in his previous life, is the eldest brother; the Dali Ghost King, who was born in Gaoli, is the second brother; and the Dujiao Ghost King is the third brother.

As the One-Horned Demon King lowered its head, its single horn, like a steel cone, hurtled towards Liu Qing.

The ghostly aura flickered on the unicorn, chilling the heart and making one feel as if they were in the underworld. Liu Qing dared not underestimate it. He first dodged to the side to avoid the impact of the unicorn ghost king, and then kicked the unicorn ghost king in the waist, sending it flying several feet.

The One-Horned Ghost King groaned, clutching his aching back for a long while before finally standing up. The Mangshan Ghost King sighed, "Third brother, didn't you see what happened to the second brother earlier? You had to weigh things up with him, and now you've suffered the consequences."

The One-Horned Demon King looked somewhat embarrassed.

The Ghost King of Mangshan was exhausted. He had become sworn brothers with his two younger brothers, and he had to worry about them every day.

"That snake demon is not as strong as it appears. Its fighting power is probably no less than that of that mischievous monkey. In the upcoming battle, the three of us brothers must fight together and we must not be careless."

The One-Horned Demon King and the Mighty Demon King nodded repeatedly.

Subsequently, the three ghost kings no longer underestimated Liu Qing and went all out, even unusually adopting a fighting stance in front of him.

The three ghost kings stood in an inverted triangular formation, with the Mighty Ghost King on the left, the One-Horned Ghost King on the right, protruding like two claws, and the eldest, the Mangshan Ghost King, at the very back.

Seeing the three ghost kings arranged in such a formation, Liu Qing guessed that the Mighty Ghost King and the One-Horned Ghost King must be the main attackers, while the Mangshan Ghost King was probably responsible for control or support.

Liu Qingxin was delighted, feeling the joy of seeing an evenly matched opponent. He took a step forward, holding the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone, ready to weigh the pros and cons first.

Liu Qing used 50% of his strength, pouring divine power into the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone, and smashed it towards the Mighty Ghost King.

Although only half of his strength was used, this spear still possessed two to three million catties of divine power. Moreover, the sound of ghosts wailing and gods howling rang out from the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone, disturbing people's minds. Its innate killing aura also shocked people's will. Therefore, the power of this spear was extraordinary. If it were an ordinary Undying Realm cultivator, they would probably perish under this move.

The Mighty Ghost King's expression turned solemn, knowing the danger. He immediately brandished his ghostly weapon, the Mourning Staff, and with a roar, struck the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone with all his might. With a loud clang, the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone was knocked back, while the Mourning Staff was smashed, developing a crack.

The Mighty Ghost King was heartbroken to see his natal ghost weapon damaged, and his anger flared up again.

It howled, gripped the mourning stick with both hands, and smashed it down on Liu Qing's head.

Just as Liu Qing was about to retaliate, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that the ghostly aura on the single horn of the One-Horned Ghost King was secretly and rapidly spinning. In the blink of an eye, it had formed a tornado of ghostly aura and was attacking him from behind.

Liu Qing's body trembled immediately, revealing his two-headed, four-armed, serpentine innate form. His front body wielded the Panlong Eight-Tone Cone to attack the Mighty Ghost King, while his rear body wielded the Mountain-Driving Whip to smash the Netherworld Tornado of the One-Horned Ghost King.

Boom, boom—

Two sounds of divine powers colliding echoed across the battlefield, the powerful impact spreading outwards in all directions.

In the Tang army camp, Sun Wukong hurriedly drew his golden cudgel, transforming it into a pillar of heaven to block the army from being affected by the supernatural power.

Meanwhile, Tongguan is protected by Wen Zhong's Thunder Pool, so it is not afraid of the aftershocks of supernatural powers.

Liu Qing stomped his foot, and the power of the Lesser Thousand World spread out from beneath his feet to protect the earth veins, lest he damage them in the heat of battle and be rejected by the earth's way.

After this round, seeing that even with the combined efforts of the Mighty Ghost King and the One-Horned Ghost King, they still couldn't defeat Liu Qing, the Mangshan Ghost King frowned and joined the battle.

It opened its mouth and spat out a jade seal, half of which was golden and half was black, which was very strange.

The Ghost King of Mangshan tossed the jade seal into the air, made hand seals, and launched an attack. Golden and dark light intertwined and enveloped Liu Qing.

In an instant, the golden pillar of light, imposing imperial majesty, suppressed Liu Qing, rendering him immobile, while the black pillar of light, carrying the purest Netherworld essence, sought to draw out the death energy within Liu Qing's destiny.

This was the first time Liu Qing had ever seen such an attack. Daring to be curious, he immediately activated the Shangqing Immortal Technique. The moment this top-tier technique of the Three Realms was unleashed, the imperial aura of the Mangshan Ghost King retreated.

After regaining his freedom, Liu Qing opened his mouth and exhaled a gust of yin wind, blowing away the attacking Netherworld source. As the acting leader of the Jie Sect, whose destiny had reached the pinnacle of the Three Realms, how could he allow the Ghost King of Mangshan to stir up the death energy in his destiny?

After witnessing the special skills of the three ghost kings, Liu Qing's curiosity faded, and he no longer held back, preparing to capture the three ghost kings.

Then, Liu Qing's body trembled again, and he unleashed his great supernatural power of having three heads and six arms.

In each of their six hands they held a coiled dragon eight-tone cone, a mountain-driving whip, and a flying dragon treasure staff, as they faced off against the three great ghost kings.

The three ghost kings all changed color. This time, Liu Qing no longer held back. Every attack carried the power to destroy the world. When the spiritual treasures clashed and the supernatural powers collided, the terrifying shockwaves made the Golden Cudgel and Thunder Pool, which served as defenses, tremble and were about to collapse.

Sun Wukong and Wen Zhong were both shocked, gaining a new understanding of the sect leader's combat power.

The three Ghost Kings—the Mangshan Ghost King, the Mighty Ghost King, and the One-Horned Ghost King—had all taken Liu Qing's attack with all their might. Their ghostly energy surged, their auras became unstable, and cracks appeared in their bones. They were all severely injured.

Before the three ghost kings could even react in horror, Liu Qing secretly manipulated the innate high-grade spiritual treasure, the Qiankun Ruler, sending out a power of the world that enveloped the three ghost kings and pulled them into the Lesser Thousand World.

The three ghost kings hurriedly tried to escape, but found themselves already inside Liu Qing's small world, and immediately panicked.

"Second brother, third brother, quickly unleash your full power and let's break this minor world!"

Just as the three Ghost Kings were about to break through the barrier of the Lesser Thousand Worlds, the Qiankun Ruler once again mobilized a portion of the world's power, instantly suppressing the three Ghost Kings and rendering them unable to move.

Subsequently, the three Ghost Kings—the Mangshan Ghost King, the Mighty Ghost King, and the One-Horned Ghost King—were moved to the side of the Ghost Lord of Gaoli.

The power of the world transformed into a millstone, hovering above the heads of the three ghost kings, suppressing them while constantly eroding their original ghostly energy, thus helping the minor world evolve into the underworld.

The Ghost King of Mangshan was only now awakened from the calamity and misfortune. Looking around, he smiled bitterly and said, "I never thought that the three of us brothers would become resources for the evolution of someone else's minor world."

"Is that the snake demon? What audacity! It actually uses the primordial ghost energy of the three of us ghost kings to create the underworld!"

"If it were to successfully evolve, the power of its rules in this minor world's underworld would likely be no less than that of the real underworld."

"Ordinary people merely collect some Netherworld energy to evolve the Underworld, but this snake demon is greedy, actually thinking of devouring and refining the three of us, the Ghost Kings who govern the human world."

The Mighty Ghost King and the One-Horned Ghost King panicked and hurriedly asked the Mangshan Ghost King, "Brother, what should we brothers do now?"

The Ghost King of Mangshan said dejectedly, "I only hope that after this minor world evolves into the underworld, we can still retain a trace of our origin and our spirituality. Otherwise, we will truly perish and our souls will be extinguished."

As the three Ghost Kings were suppressed and their primordial Netherworld energy was ground down, evolving into the Underworld, the power of the Lesser Thousand Worlds slowly began to increase, and its scope expanded accordingly. (End of Chapter)