God Emperor

Yin Xuanji was surprised. He had to re-judge Zhang Ruochen’s abilities. If they fought one-on-one, he might very well lose.

“I must admit, you are indeed strong and have the qualifications to be arrogant. But can you really sweep everything by yourself?”

Yin Xuanji’s eyes shone darkly. He took out a bell and shook it lightly.

Ding, ding.

Wind started blowing. Instantly, six Battle Corpse Kings flew out of the city manor and stood around Yin Xuanji.

Battle Corpse Kings were similar to Beast Kings. When the six Battle Corpse Kings were gathered together, shocking evil Qi emanated from them. It formed rings of black mist below Yin Xuanji’s feet.

Some other Necromancer cultivators also controlled Battle Corpses to surround Zhang Ruochen. In addition to the six Battle Corpse Kings in the ancient city, there were dozens of Silver Armor Battle Corpse. They were as strong as First Trial Pre-Saints.

There were close to 1,000 Half-Saint Xuan Armor Battle Corpses too.

The Ancient Necromancer and Ghost Cultivation Races had very rich heritages. Their history reached even further than the Taichi Way, Buddhist Way, and Confucianism Way, reaching all the way to the Ancient Wizard Way.

In a way, the Necromancer and Ghost Cultivation Races were branches of the Ancient Wizard Way.

The brilliant Ancient Wizard Way had disappeared in history while the two ancient races had lasted until today. In their golden era, they could be compared to the Immortal Vampires.

On the surface, they weren’t as powerful as before. However, very few people knew just how much they’d hidden. Anyway, they were difficult to measure.

“You think two mere Battle Corpse Kings can stop a top-tier fighter?”

Zhang Ruochen smiled. Holy Qi surged from his palm and entered the Heir Stamp. Rings of light pulsed from the stamp.

“Zhang Ruochen doesn’t need to attack. I alone can make them go ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt.”

Sikong One chuckled. He slammed his gold cane into the ground. Sparks flew. With a boom, the entire ancient place shook. A wide crack opened up in the center of the vast street, splitting the city in half.

The cultivators of the two races were all shocked. Gasps rose amongst them.

“Another terrible figure.”

They all stared at Sikong One in terror. Majestic Buddhist chants came from the distance. A monk was reciting a hymn.

Various gazes looked in the direction of the chanting. They saw a monk sitting cross-legged in the air. Buddhist light shone from him. He was reciting the Kṣitigarbha Sūtra to send the evil spirits to peace.

The ghostly clouds shrouding the ancient city gradually purified. The blue sky and white clouds were exposed again.

That monk was Sikong Two. The Buddhist hymn spread throughout the city. The chanted words formed various golden characters that flew in the sky.

The dead and evil spirits of the Necromancer Race were all wailing. Some weaker ones dissipated into black fog as soon as they were hit by the Buddhist words.

Feng Yinchan’s expression turned serious. “The Ksitigarbha can send dead souls off. It’s used specifically against the Necromancer Race. Sikong Two’s knowledge in it has reached a very advanced level. I must take our cultivators away. Otherwise, we will suffer great losses.”

Yin Xuanji was in trouble too. It wasn’t hard if he went against only Zhang Ruochen. However, the cultivators with him were all top figures. Once they started battling, the Necromancer and Ghost Cultivation Races would suffer great losses even if they won.

Did they have to escape so pathetically?

Yin Xuanji was unwilling to do so, but his logic still defeated his impulse. He said to Feng Yinchan, “Lead the Ghost Cultivation Race away. I’ll follow with the Necromancer Race. If I can kill Sikong Two in the chaos, things might change. At that time, come back and we’ll kill all of Zhang Ruochen’s forces from two sides.”

Feng Yinchan didn’t hesitate. She led the Ghost Cultivation cultivators to transform into black clouds, charging toward where Sun Dadi was. She could see that Sun Dadi’s direction was the weakest. It was the fastest way to leave the city.

“You want to leave without giving us the treasure?”

Flames shot out from Sun Dadi’s body. He fended off the ghostly fog. At the same time, he hurled his metal staff out. He sent dozens of Ghost Cultivation members flying back. They landed as ground flesh.

Just as the Ghost Cultivation Race was trying to break through, the Necromancers all attacked Zhang Ruochen and Sikong Two. Some of the Battle Corpses formed large formations, surrounding Sikong One, Huang Yanchen, Blackie, and Zhao Shiqi.

Close to 1,000 Half-Saint Battle Corpses attacked at once. The scene was shocking and a portion of the city caved in immediately.

“Zhang Ruochen, it’s time to die!”

Yin Xuanji tossed the bell. It floated in the air and shook lightly. When the six Battle Corpse Kings heard the ringing, they picked up their black spears and attacked Zhang Ruochen.

They shone with brilliant golden light as if their bodies were made of gold. They were so powerful that their spears could shatter mountains.

Battle Corpse Kings were made from the corpses of Saints. After adding in some mysterious metal and letting them absorb Corpse Qi, they could keep evolving into a Saint Corpse King.

Zhang Ruochen struck with the Heir Stamp. He activated the Emperor Qi and crashed against two Battle Corpse Kings. However, the Battle Corpse Kings were very resilient. They didn’t disassemble. There was only a slight dent where the Heir Stamp hit them.

They quickly climbed out of the rubble. Screaming, they grabbed their icy spears and started attacking again.

Their flesh bodies are even harder than some lower Saint bodies, Zhang Ruochen thought.

Battle Corpse Kings were as skilled as Beast Kings, but their defensive abilities were shockingly strong. It was very hard to kill them entirely.

Yin Xuanji scoffed. “Zhang Ruochen, I will kill Sikong Two first and then come kill you. You think you came to steal the treasure. In actuality, you came to die.”

“Really?”

Zhang Ruochen pulled out the Abyss Ancient Sword. He swept it across, leaving a crescent trail of Sword Qi. It sliced a Battle Corpse King’s waist.

With a rip, the Battle Corpse King was cut in half. Even when cut apart, it still tried to attack.

Zhang Ruochen struck again. Sword Qi flew out like a web and shattered the Battle Corpse King into hundreds of pieces.

Seeing this, Yin Xuanji lost his composure. “How is this possible? Battle Corpse Kings are made from the body of a Saint and contain deep sea gold. How can it be sliced apart so easily?”

Zhang Ruochen didn’t answer. He attacked once again with a saint technique. He halved another Battle Corpse King. The two halves flew out to the left and right.

This was too terrifying. Two Battle Corpse Kings were killed in an instant. This kind of loss made Yin Xuanji want to spit out blood. He couldn’t go against Sikong Two. Instead, he lifted the Green Eyes Blue Blood Marble. It hovered above his hands.

With the current situation, he had to kill Zhang Ruochen first.

“Blood of the Corpse Emperor,” Yin Xuanji whispered.

Green light flooded out of the Green Eyes Blue Blood Marble, dyeing the entire city green. A drop of green blood flowed out of the marble, dripping onto Yin Xuanji’s forehead. It seeped into the cloth, melding with his body.

Whoosh!

Horrifying Corpse Qi radiated from Yin Xuanji’s body and he doubled in size. Blue fur covered the cloth around him. Right now, Yin Xuanji’s aura was even stronger than the six Battle Corpse Kings together.

“Die!”

He was so fast; he crashed against Zhang Ruochen in an instant. The two flew back at once, shattering the wall of the manor. Claws grew out of Yin Xuanji’s fingers. He swiped at Zhang Ruochen’s neck.

Boom.

A blue dragon flashed down Zhang Ruochen’s arm. He pushed a palm out, hitting Yin Xuanji’s chest and sending him flying.

Yin Xuanji flew back around 200 feet before dissolving Zhang Ruochen’s palm force. With a boom, he landed on the ground, creating a spider web of cracks.

Zhang Ruochen stood up from the rubble and dusted himself. He suddenly felt dizzy and his vision went black. Icy cold strength came from his neck. It was corroding his body.

Yin Xuanji’s claws had scraped past Zhang Ruochen’s neck, leaving behind three shallow cuts. The cuts had already turned black and corpse hair grew out. It was spreading out too, reaching for his face and shoulders.

Such powerful corpse poison.

Surprised, Zhang Ruochen immediately started using the Emperor Ming Nine-Sky Scripture. He activated Holy Qi to circulate around him, finally dissolving the corpse poison.

The hair around his neck fell off. Even the three cuts healed completely.