In an instant, black clouds pressed down overhead, and Meng Po's aura was utterly different from before.
Her eyes were bloodshot now, her gaze seeming to wish it could tear Qin Shaofeng apart, strip his tendons, and flay his skin.
"Meng Po, I bear no grudge against you. If we must fight today, then I am willing to accompany you to the bitter end!"
Qin Shaofeng had only just mastered this resentment, so his use of it was somewhat unpracticed. Yet its methods bore a remarkable resemblance to spiritual energy.
After exchanging several moves with Meng Po, Qin Shaofeng was already able to wield the resentment with skill.
"No one has ever easily escaped from my hands, Meng Po's hands. You will be no exception!"
In an instant, sinister winds rose along the River of Forgetfulness, and countless resentful spirits struggled to crawl ashore from its waters.
They surged toward Qin Shaofeng one after another, charging forward without regard for those behind them.
Most of these resentful spirits were wretched beyond measure. Their already incomplete souls had become even more grotesque after being washed by the waters of the River of Forgetfulness.
"Qin Shaofeng, there is a road to heaven, yet you refuse to take it; there is no gate to hell, yet you insist on barging in. Then I can only fulfill your wish."
With a wave of Meng Po's jade-like hand, the evil ghosts bared their fangs and claws, looking as though they wished to tear Qin Shaofeng apart and devour him whole.
Facing the tide of ten thousand ghosts, Qin Shaofeng's expression did not change.
Though he could not control his physical body now, his soul body allowed him to command resentment and turn it to his own use.
"Just a few evil ghosts drifting in the