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"Normally that's true, but is that old bastard Prince Xian really that easy to deal with?"
"We cannot let our guard down."
Lin Yang didn't speak, but just stared intently ahead.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and he shouted, "Watch out!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than King Xian roared and charged out of the dust.
He looked like a demon, with disheveled hair and a ferocious face.
He opened his mouth wide, revealing sharp fangs, and pounced on Hu Bayi.
Upon seeing this, Hu Bayi was immediately terrified and flustered.
He quickly used his teleportation technique, his body becoming a blur, nimbly dodging the King's attacks.
"You damned bastard!" King Xian roared, having missed his target.
"You think those things can harm me? I am immortal!"
Hu Bayi's heart sank when he heard what the Prince of Xian said.
He knew the King was telling the truth; these earth and stone attacks wouldn't cause any real harm to him. He had to think of a solution.
Seeing that Hu Bayi remained silent, the Prince of Xian grinned maliciously: "You have many more abilities than that. In that case..."
"Then I will make you my subordinate! Hahaha!"
After saying that, the King of Xian suddenly opened his mouth wide and spewed out billowing black smoke from his hideous face.
The smoke was so thick it seemed to rise from the depths of hell, instantly shrouding the surroundings in darkness.
Upon seeing this, Hu Bayi felt a pang of anxiety and quickly used his fire magic to try and burn the strange smoke away.
However, the flame was extinguished instantly upon contact with the smoke, as if swallowed by something, leaving not a trace.
Hu Bayi's expression changed drastically; he knew that he had encountered an unprecedentedly powerful enemy this time.
This smoke was clearly extraordinary; ordinary spells could not harm it at all.
He quickly switched to another spell, summoning a giant water snake.
He opened his mouth and spewed out a torrent of water, trying to disperse the smoke.
However, the Prince of Xian merely sneered and mocked:
"It's no use. My mist has been specially refined and is extraordinary."
"No matter what method you use, you can't escape."
Sure enough, the water seemed to be absorbed by something and disappeared without a trace the moment it touched the smoke.
Hu Bayi grew increasingly panicked, knowing he had been driven to the brink of despair.
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Just as he was preparing to use teleportation to escape this dangerous place.
Suddenly, the Prince of Xian shouted, "I've got you!"
Hu Bayi turned around and saw that a strange shadow had silently appeared behind him.
It gripped his ankle tightly. The shadow was dark and shapeless, yet it exuded a chillingly evil aura.
"Hahaha, kid, do you know that the fog is just a decoy to mislead people?"
The King of Xian said smugly, his tone full of sarcasm:
"My real purpose is to let my shadow catch you off guard and seize you in one fell swoop!"
Hu Bayi felt a chill run down his spine, but his face showed no fear whatsoever.
He struggled violently, trying to get rid of the eerie shadow.
However, the shadow clung to him like a persistent leech, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
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"Old Hu!" Shirley Yang turned pale upon seeing this.
She wanted to rush forward to help, but she was afraid that her Mountain-Moving Technique might accidentally injure Hu Bayi. She hesitated for a moment.
She suddenly grabbed the golden umbrella in her hand and hurled it fiercely at the shadow.
Unfortunately, shadows are intangible, and although the Vajra Umbrella is incredibly sturdy, it cannot cause it any damage.
The shadow flickered slightly before firmly attaching itself to Hu Bayi once more.
"Haha, you're already mine now."
With a sinister grin, the King of Xian waved his hands, and the shadow, as if given a command, suddenly burrowed into Hu Bayi's body.
Shirley Yang watched helplessly as Hu Bayi's body trembled violently, feeling as if a thousand arrows had pierced her heart.
She hurriedly looked at Lin Yang beside her, only to see that Lin Yang's expression was calm as still water, as if he was oblivious to everything in front of him.
Seeing Lin Yang's reaction, Shirley Yang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
She knew that since Lin Yang was not reacting, it meant that Hu Bayi was not in immediate danger.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before Hu Bayi's body gradually returned to calm.
However, at that moment, King Xian suddenly exclaimed in shock: "How could this be?! Your soul... how could it not belong to you?! Why can't my shadow control your shadow?!"
The King's voice was filled with terror and disbelief.
He stared wide-eyed at Hu Bayi, as if trying to discern something from him.
At this moment, Lin Yang slowly spoke up and said, "That's because his soul belongs to me."
Although his voice wasn't loud, it clearly reached everyone's ears.
Chapter 142: The Prince of Xian is Going Mad
"Impossible! How could such an absurd thing happen in this world?"
The King's face turned ashen; he could not accept what was happening before his eyes.
His voice echoed in the empty hall, trembling slightly.
"The soul belongs to the individual; how can it be controlled by someone else!"
He roared and waved his hands, as if protesting this unjust fate.
However, the facts were right in front of him.
Hu Bayi, the person he had always wanted to control, was now enveloped in a black liquid, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free.
"Control him! Control his soul!"
King Xian roared, his eyes bloodshot, as if they were about to bleed.
However, all efforts were in vain.
Hu Bayi's body remained motionless, as if controlled by an invisible force from the "790".
"How could this happen? Why did this happen?"
The Prince of Xian stared at Lin Yang in disbelief!
His voice was filled with despair and anger, "Does his soul truly belong to you?"
Lin Yang smiled slightly, his smile revealing a sense of mystery and confidence:
"Yes, his soul is mine."
"And your soul can also be mine."
He slowly walked up to the King and continued:
"Let me introduce myself. I am Lin Yang, the owner of Pawnshop No. 8."
Prince Xian didn't care about pawnshops or not; he was now filled with doubt and anger towards Lin Yang.
"Hmph, since you say his soul is yours, then I'll try someone else's."
King Xian snorted coldly and waved his hands, and countless shadows surged out from behind him.
Like a tidal wave, they surged towards Shirley Yang and Fatty Wang.
Shirley Yang reacted very quickly; upon seeing the situation, she immediately used her Mountain Moving Technique.
A golden light flashed from her body, transforming into a huge golden light shield that enveloped her.
The shadows sizzled as soon as they touched the golden light shield, as if they were being burned by a raging fire.
Then it turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated into the air.
However, the situation on Fatty Wang's side was not good.
He was already fighting a demon and had exhausted a lot of his strength.
Faced with this sudden shadow, I suddenly felt powerless.
"What the hell is that?!"
Wang Pangzi roared and brandished his weapon, trying to disperse the shadows.
However, these shadows clung to him like a persistent leech, constantly trying to invade his body.
Wang Pangzi felt waves of icy coldness rushing into his body, as if countless tiny hands were tearing at his soul.
He struggled desperately, but to no avail; the shadows seemed to have completely taken control of him.
Strangely, however, the shadows seemed to do nothing when they entered the body.
"It's no use, it's no use again!"
Upon witnessing this scene, the Prince of Xian flew into a rage. He turned to Lin Yang and roared:
"What on earth did you do to them?"
"Why are their souls so strong that I can't control them at all?"
Lin Yang couldn't help but smile when he saw the King of Xian's furious expression.