C148 I Hope You Didn't Give Birth to My Son

Holding the silver spear in his hand, Wang Qian sized up Chu Liyue who was standing shoulder to shoulder with Xuan Qing.

As described by Wang Meng Zhao, when he heard that shrill scream, it was most likely a kind of soul attack. Even a bystander would temporarily lose their hearing. Such a ghost was not as weak as the naturally formed soul of the deceased