The bridal procession moved along the Underworld River, accompanied by the piercing suona music, which sounded like a dirge of the dead. The four jugs on the palanquin rods were each a different color. They were blue, black, red, and white respectively. They appeared to be some sort of tribute.8

Xu Qing hovered in midair taking in the scene, his eyes glittering coldly. Then, he moved toward the palanquin.0

His arrival immediately attracted the attention of the line of escorts. Eight of the snake-headed humanoid soul shadows turned in his direction, their gazes full of malice.3

Xu Qing’s expression didn’t change at all, and his eyes were fixed on the palanquin alone. As he neared, the Underworld River rumbled, its aura spreading out like countless sharp blades to slash at him.1

The eight soul shadows flew toward him, yet as they neared, the wind blew taboo poison over them, and they screamed as they started melting. However, before they could completely dissolve, they merged together, turning into a gigantic three-meter-tall...0