The Void King's Staff had a peculiar ability. Only when most people in the surrounding area acknowledged that the person holding it possessed the bearing of a king could it be used by that person. Otherwise, the staff would wound its wielder.
Ancestor Chen was powerful, a peerless elite, but that did not mean he possessed the bearing of a king. Those were two different things.
Clearly, in this Jiangshan Sheji Tu, no one acknowledged Ancestor Chen as a king. He was a powerful person, but not a king.
The Void King's Staff appeared in Ancestor Chen's hand once more. Wang Xiaoyu's voice sounded by his ear. "Can you withstand the staff?"
A streak of light flashed through him. Ancestor Chen staggered back a step, wounded by the staff again.
Then the staff appeared once more.
Streak after streak of light pierced Ancestor Chen's body.
Ancestor Chen simply watched Wang Xiaoyu, his gaze filled with complexity and disbelief.
Wang Xu God came to Wang Xiaoyu's side and raised a hand.
Ancestor Chen's eyes flew wide open. He crushed the staff in his hand, sending its backlash into Wang Xiaoyu and making her cough up blood, but he could no longer afford to care about that. "Wang Miaomiao, stop!"
Wang Xu God's hand hovered above Wang Xiaoyu's head. The corners of her lips curled up, her aura profound, like a Black Rose blooming in the abyss—enticing, yet dangerous. "No matter how you use the Void King's Staff, it can't kill you, Xia Shang. Xiaoyu is far weaker than you, but what if she dies?"
Wang Xiaoyu coughed, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and turned to her. "Ancestor, are you going to kill me?"
Wang Xu God sighed helplessly. "Xiaoyu, Ancestor has no choice. Xia Shang is no