"You scoundrel!" Yang Qingqing calmed down, her eyes red with anger, and she rushed towards Qin Yi with a punch. She hit him hard in the chest, making him hunch over in pain. Only then did she feel better.,Qin Yi walked quickly out of the bar. The outside air was refreshing. Under the brightly lit and bustling street, a bitter smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.,By chance, he obtained the inheritance of the ancient Ghost King on the battlefield, rapidly rising to power. In the end, he replaced the Great Asura and became the renowned Northern Ghost Marshal of Hell, dominating one side and looking down upon all others.。