Feeling the intense power of the Nether King, Ye Yuqiao immediately turned her gaze outside. Instantly, she realized that the fog outside the car had thickened to the point of appearing solid, with the Nether King's Power hiding within this dense fog.

"Ah!" Ye Yuqiao screamed, her mouth agape. In the dense fog slapping against the car window, she faintly saw a hand glowing with black light.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Chen Hao asked, having never seen Ye Yuqiao this panicked before.

"It's the Hand of Death!" Ye Yuqiao exclaimed in surprise as she looked at Chen Hao, "The Nether King's Power in this fog is the Hand of Death!"

Chen Hao was bewildered; he couldn't understand a word Ye Yuqiao was saying.

"You're all doomed!" the white-clad female ghost sitting in the passenger seat suddenly sneered.

No sooner had the female ghost's sneering laugh started echoing in the car than with a "bang," the glass of the window beside her shattered, and a black hand reached in through the broken gap, dispelling the Yang Energy around the white-clad female ghost and dragged her out from the passenger seat.

"The black hand!" Chen Hao blurted out, his eyes wide open.

And Tang Chao beside him was also stunned.

"Danger!" Ye Yuqiao shouted, "Get out of the car, quick!"

With that, Ye Yuqiao opened the car door and, grabbing Chen Hao's hand, pulled him out of the car, while Tang Chao still sat in the driver's seat, motionless and unresponsive.

Just as Ye Yuqiao and Chen Hao got out of the car, a wisp of fog drilled in through the broken window beside the passenger seat. Within that fog, which resembled a rod of ice, the dazed Tang Chao once again saw the black hand.

Watching the black hand rapidly approaching him, the stunned Tang Chao had no reaction at all.

Then, just as the black hand was about to strike Tang Chao's shoulder, a slender hand emerged from behind him, blocking the black hand aimed at his right shoulder.

It was then that Tang Chao snapped out of his daze and, turning his head, saw that it was Ye Yuqiao who had reached out her hand.

"Tang Chao, get out of the car, quick!" Ye Yuqiao urged, her right wrist grasped by the black hand.

"You're unharmed?" At that moment, a deep male voice came from within the fog.

Ye Yuqiao, with a grim face, did not respond; instead, she grabbed the black hand with her other hand. While Ye Yuqiao struggled against the black hand, Tang Chao immediately opened the car door and escaped!

"Run!" Ye Yuqiao cried out.

"Ah!" Chen Hao still looked bewildered. He didn't understand why Ye Yuqiao was so fearful of this so-called Hand of Death. He turned to Tang Chao and said, "Brother Tang, you go first, I will bring Yuqiao and catch up with you afterward!"

"Huh?" Tang Chao's face showed confusion, thinking that he, Tang Chao, was the fastest runner here. Shouldn't he be the one using Qinggong to take Chen Hao and Ye Yuqiao with him?

"Run!" Ye Yuqiao urged, as she began to lose the struggle against the black hand.

Chen Hao then gave Tang Chao a determined look, signaling him to go first.

Filled with confusion, Tang Chao leaped up and vanished into the thick fog.

After Tang Chao had left, Chen Hao quickly wrapped his arm around Ye Yuqiao's waist and said, "Yuqiao, we can go now too!"

Ye Yuqiao, who had been bending down to reach into the car, flung away the black hand and then pulled her head back out of the car, wrapping her arms around Chen Hao's neck, her voice urgent, "Let's run!"

Uttering an "Mm," Chen Hao took off with Ye Yuqiao in his arms.

In an attempt to prevent the two from escaping, the white-clad female ghost suddenly emerged from beneath a tree, aiming right at Ye Yuqiao's feet.

Suddenly, a dazzling purple fire dragon burst forth from Chen Hao's left eye, illuminating the mist-shrouded surroundings.

If it weren't for that black hand that hurried over and dispelled the incoming purple flames, the ghost woman in white would have already been burned to ash.

Watching Chen Hao and Ye Yuqiao disappear into the depths of the night in an instant, the ghost woman in white and the black hand gave up the chase.

Suddenly, the fog that pervaded the surrounding air gathered together and then solidified into a man. The man was dressed in black, his left palm flickering with black light, and within that black glow, a terrifying Spiritual Power was swirling.

That Spiritual Power was the Nether King's Power!

"Can this kid actually emit purple flames from his left eye?" the ghost woman in white exclaimed in astonishment. "He seems to be no ordinary person!"

"That lady is not simple either!" The man, squinting his eyes and with a cold voice, said as a cold light flickered in his eyes. "She actually knew that this hand of mine is the Hand of Death, and moreover, my Hand of Death was ineffective against her."

High above, listening to the howling wind beside her ear and feeling the chill that kept invading, Ye Yuqiao clung to Chen Hao.

"Your Majesty, just what is the Hand of Death?" Chen Hao asked Ye Yuqiao.

"I won't tell you!" Ye Yuqiao, her eyes carrying a mystified smile, said as the wind pierced into her eye sockets, making her bewitched smile shimmer with tears.

After tapping his feet in the air, Chen Hao gently pinched Ye Yuqiao's face with his left hand, imitating her tone, "Naughty!"

Ye Yuqiao hummed lightly, just about to speak, when Tang Chao's voice came from behind: "Chen Hao!"

Chen Hao turned his head and slowed his pace.

Soon after, Tang Chao caught up to Chen Hao, looking at him in amazement and asked, "When did you learn Qinggong?"

Chen Hao smiled proudly and said, "It's a long story, I'll explain it to you another day. By the way, Chao, let's have a competition to see whose Qinggong is faster."

Taken aback, Tang Chao nodded and said, "Okay!"

"Then let's start now, and the finish line is my home's balcony!" Chen Hao said.

With that, Chen Hao dashed forward with Ye Yuqiao, moving more than a hundred meters ahead in a flash. Watching Chen Hao's retreating figure move rapidly away, Tang Chao suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

Ten minutes later, Chen Hao, holding Ye Yuqiao, landed on his home's balcony ahead of Tang Chao.

Tang Jing, who had been waiting at Chen Hao's house for a long time, immediately rushed out from the living room.

Seeing that it was Chen Hao, Tang Jing's face was filled with surprise, and she asked, "Chen Hao, how come you can perform Qinggong too?"

Chen Hao smiled with pride but did not answer Tang Jing's question. Half a minute later,

Tang Chao also arrived, his face looking somewhat awkward.

Back in the living room, Tang Jing couldn't wait to ask, "Have you figured out what's going on?"

Chen Hao and Tang Chao nodded together, then turned their eyes to Ye Yuqiao.

Ye Yuqiao squinted her eyes, her complexion somewhat gloomy. After a pause, she began to speak, "The black hand from before is the Hand of Death. Once that hand touches someone's shoulder, their Yin Soul would immediately be sent to the Eighteen Levels of Hell in the Netherworld!"

"Ah!" Hearing Ye Yuqiao say this, Chen Hao, Tang Jing, and Tang Chao all showed looks of shock. Tang Chao's complexion turned pale; he had never imagined the situation would have been so perilous just moments ago.

"Why would that happen?"

Ye Yuqiao furrowed her brows tightly, recalling the incident from forty thousand years ago when the Ghost King had presumptuously opened the Gate of the Nether King...

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