Chapter 392 - 1000-Year-Old Corpse King (2/2)

Everyone turned pale from shock. “What…what is this…”

A few Nascent Soul Realm cultivators were still fine, but by now, many Core Forming Realm cultivators were finding it hard to even breathe while facing such powerful aura. The Corpse King swept its gaze across everyone, saying, “All of you are my subjects. Why aren’t you kneeling!” As he spoke, everyone’s hearts trembled.

About a dozen of Core Forming Realm cultivators standing behind the Corpse King wanted to sneak away, but the moment they moved, he slashed at them with his sword. Cold, biting Sword Qi gushed out, and there were crackling sounds as all of the cultivators’ heads were cut off, leaving their headless torsos to crash down into the pools of blood beneath them.

“A tyrant!”

This was the first thought that came to Xiao Chen’s mind. The man must have been a tyrant when he was still alive!

The others had turned pale from fright. Even the Perfected Immortal Rising Void and the Heavenly Eagle King, who had the highest levels of cultivation among everyone here, could sense that things were turning bad. They did not think that such a terrible being would have been kept under the extraordinary treasure. No one dared to venture forward now, as they were all afraid of ending up like the dozen poor souls earlier on.

Many cultivators far away tried to flee when they realized how bad the situation was turning. The Corpse King pointed five fingers into mid-air, saying, “This world belongs to me, not to the people!” As his voice faded, huge swaths of black clouds suddenly gathered from all directions into a huge, rumbling mass that sealed off the entire mountain valley, thereby preventing anyone from escaping.

Everyone was extremely panicky by now. They had no way of resisting such an unknown terrifying presence, and a few were already prostrate on the ground and kowtowing in fear. “Our…our…our…our respects to you, our Majesty!”

“Very good!” The Corpse King growled and reached his arm out to grab them from afar. Their souls were instantly shattered, and he infused Rancorous Qi into their bodies, turning their eyes black and transforming them into Walking Corpses.

The faces of the other cultivators turned pale again. They understood, from the fates their unfortunate peers, that the only choices available to them were to become the Corpse King’s Walking Corpses or be slain. “Don’t panic, everyone. Let’s use our combined might to slay this demonic creature!” the Perfected Immortal Rising Void shouted, trying to rally the others. The moment his voice faded away, a flying sword was summoned, and he slashed at the Corpse King with it.

“Clang!”

A huge sound rang out as the Corpse King sent the flying sword hurtling back with his own sword. “All you traitors have committed a sin worthy of having your nine levels of kin exterminated!” he growled angrily before swinging his long sword to kill another dozen cultivators.

The Heavenly Eagle King felt his heart sink; the disciples of his Divine Eagle Sect were among the slain. “Let’s work together to kill this demonic being!” he shouted before charging forth as well.

The others were clear by now that all of them would be killed here if they did not get rid of the Corpse King. All of a sudden, everyone summoned out their Immortal Swords and magic treasures before directing them toward the Corpse King. No one bothered about which side they belonged to now. For the past millennia, it was the first time both Light and Dark sides faced a common enemy so unquestioningly.

“You dare!” the Corpse King roared, swinging his sword in a horizontal slash. Cold, biting Sword Qi flew forth, smashing the flying swords that were hurtling toward him into pieces. Those that were not blocked by him struck his body, but it looked as though they had smashed into a steel wall.

The Heavenly Eagle King panted as he shouted toward Perfected Immortal Rising Void, who was not far away from him. “Old priest Rising Void, let’s put the mind games aside for now. If we don’t slay this damned thing tonight, none of us will be able to walk out of here alive.”

The Taoist priest grunted coldly as he flicked his sleeves before shouting at the Orthodox Path disciples behind him, “Please put in all your efforts into slaying this Walking Corpse, everyone! If not, all of us will not be able to escape!”

As his voice died down, Xiaoyue, Su Zimu and the others unleashed their ultimate skills, and Yu Yifeng and company did not hold back either. More than 1000 Orthodox Path disciples, along with about the same number of Devil’s Practitioners, attacked the Corpse King with all their might.

Not many people continued to harbor any ill intentions by now. After all, this was a matter of life and death, and they were in the same boat. The entire mountain valley kept shaking under the combined, ferocious attack of all 3000 cultivators. Rocks began rolling down from the mountains, and the ground split open. It was as if Heaven and Earth were crumbling away.

The Corpse King, on the other hand, still looked perfectly fine after withstanding a few waves of ferocious attacks. He looked even more enraged. “How dare you people invoke the wrath of the Heavens? Your sins are unpardonable!” he shouted, before reaching a huge arm out. A ray of Chaos Energy suddenly rained down from mid-air, enveloping dozens of cultivators and turning them into dust in an instant.

Everyone turned pale from shock. Was this Walking Corpse, who had accumulated Rancorous Qi for longer than one millennia, really unkillable?

A Core Forming Realm cultivator who was wielding an Immortal’s Sword had been hit by the edge of the ray of Chaos Energy and kept stepping backward. Fresh blood kept flowing out of his mouth, and it happened that he caught sight of Xiao Chen and his companion, who were viewing the battle from aside. He did not care who they were and began chiding them, “Are you two shameless? Everyone’s battling for their lives, yet both of you are still…”

Before his voice faded away, a ray of Sword Qi from the Corpse King hurtled toward him. Xiao Chen immediately used his Star-shifting Substitution Skill to grab the cultivator before flinging him to aside. He then summoned the Blood Lotus Demon Blade and slashed at the Corpse King as well.

“Clang!” there was a huge sound as the Demon Blade crashed into the Corpse King’s back, instantly creating sparks.

Xiao Chen was knocked backward by three steps. The Corpse King turned around. His face was originally filled with rage, but his entire body trembled as he saw Xiao Chen, and he only managed to come up with, “You…”

“The dead belong in the earth. You shouldn’t be in this world!” Xiao Chen grunted coldly, his aura instantly increasing by a few times. 12 rays of white radiance appeared faintly above his 12 Spiritual Meridians and began to circle around his body.

The Corpse King’s gaze turned cold. “Same to you! You shouldn’t remain in this world as well!” he said, slashing with his sword.