YM778.TV Chapter 142 - Thousand Year Corpse King
Chapter 142 - Thousand Year Corpse King
“You, go!” commanded the black-robed Qi Grandmaster, directing a cold gaze at an eighth-level practitioner to make them investigate.
“No!”
That person immediately shook their head and turned to run.
Was there any difference between investigating it and courting death?
“You’re seeking death!”
A cold light flashed in that black-robed man’s eyes. He struck out with a punch, killing that martial artist.
“You, that’s right, you. Don’t think of running, or you’re dead. You saw what happened to the last guy who tried that, right?” The black-robed man singled out another eighth-level martial artist.
This person instantly turned pale, their legs trembling. They swallowed their saliva and moved forward weakly, slowly approaching the pit with the corpse.
Standing next to the pit, they sighed in relief; the ancient corpse was as still as the dead. Turning to the black-robed man, they reported, “No... no movements!”
The black-robed youth and the others sighed in relief. “Pick up the Buddhist Bone Relic.”
“Huh?”
That person was stunned.
“I said, pick up the Buddhist Bone Relic!” The black-robed youth\'s voice grew cold and annoyed.
“Oh, alright.”
This person nodded their head, their voice slightly trembling. They wondered what would happen if they quickly swallowed it. Would they immediately enter the Yuanfu realm?
The thought made them incomparably excited. Reaching for the Buddhist Bone Relic, the person laughed excitedly upon holding it.
“Haha, hahaha, the Buddhist Bone Relic is mine. It’s...”
Suddenly, the ancient corpse\'s eyes snapped open. With an evil gaze, it thrust its arm and stabbed the guy’s chest. Moments later, it pulled its arms back, carrying a heart with it.
The crowd, prepared to snatch the relic, froze as if doused in cold water upon witnessing this gruesome scene.
“Keke, it’s been a hundred years. This king was suppressed for a hundred years, and finally... Finally! I’m seeing the light of day again!”
The Thousand Year Corpse King stood up, its aura fluctuating and enveloping the surroundings. The Qi Grandmasters were nearly overwhelmed, facing the resurgence of a Yuanfu realm powerhouse.
A Yuanfu realm powerhouse—the Thousand Year Corpse King!
However, Chen Fan didn’t move an inch under this aura.
Under the relentless pressure, the eighth-level martial artist, the one without a heart, exploded like a watermelon, and the Buddhist Bone Relic slipped into the grasp of the Thousand Year Corpse King.
“Baldy, damned baldy, you suppressed this king for a hundred years but ultimately ended up as this Buddhist Bone Relic. Haha, your relic is in my hands now. I shall put it to good use," the Thousand Year Corpse King proclaimed, holding the relic and cackling with a voice sharp enough to pierce eardrums.
“Mmm, such fresh air, such fresh blood and flesh. Good. Very good. Since so many people are here, with quite a few Qi Grandmasters, it’s enough for me to recover to my peak," the Thousand Year Corpse King declared, casting a sinister gaze toward Zhu Yuanqing and the others. His words struck fear into everyone present.
“A trap, this is the Thousand Year Corpse King’s trap!”
“It is a Yuanfu realm expert! Run, quickly, run!”
“We’re done for. We let out a big monster!”
“......”
Everyone\'s expressions, except for Chen Fan\'s, fell drastically. Not a hint of blood could be seen on their faces, including the Qi Grandmasters.
Under the Thousand Year Corpse King’s terrifying aura, even the black-robed Qi Grandmaster and the others felt their legs turning into jelly, their throats drying.
“To show my thanks to you all for freeing me completely, I will suck all your blood dry and refine you into my ancient corpse slaves!”
The Thousand Year Corpse King’s aura was brutal as it instantly made its move.
Its withered palm grabbed at the air, releasing dark corpses that resembled five long black nails from its fingertips. They corroded everything in their path with hissing noises.
“Join forces. We attack together, or we can all forget about escaping!” Zhu Yuanqing roared, his cultivation erupting violently. Primeval qi spewed and shot forth, clashing with the Thousand Year Corpse King’s attack.
“Hmm? You’re that baldy’s descendant. Good, very good. I will refine you alive into an ancient corpse and make you suffer pain a hundred times worse than the others!”
The Thousand Year Corpse King’s arm shook. Zhu Yuanqing\'s attack crumbled like tofu, and a formidable force darted through the air. It struck him and left his qi and blood shaken, making him spew fresh blood.
The corpse king’s very first attack had injured a peak-stage Qi Grandmaster, terrifying the crowd even more.
The strength of a Yuanfu realm powerhouse was now evident, reducing even a peak-stage Qi Grandmaster to the status of an ant.
“Run!”
The thought of joining forces against the Thousand Year Corpse King vanished. Everyone turned and fled, including the Qi Grandmasters.
Who cared about the Buddhist Bone Relic or whatever when their lives were at stake? What was the point in coveting it?!
“My ancient corpse slaves, where are you running to?”
The Thousand Year Corpse King smiled eerily, spreading a poisonous cloud of corpse qi that blocked all directions. If one inhaled it, their complexion would darken before they would go limp.
“Don’t, don’t kill me, please.”
“Corpse king, spare our lives, spare our lives, please!”
“......”
Many people kneeled on the ground immediately, kowtowing and begging the Thousand Year Corpse King for mercy. Even some Qi Grandmasters knelt and followed suit.
“Keke, spare your lives? Refining you into my ancient corpse slaves is the greatest mercy I can show you!” The Thousand Year Corpse King stepped forward, its terrifying corpse qi rolling, the Yuanfu realm aura shrouding everything.
“A mere corpse dares act viciously!”
Suddenly, an icy cold voice rang out.
It was Chen Fan. Against the “current,” he walked toward the corpse king.
Chen Fan felt somewhat helpless inside. The Thousand Year Corpse King’s cultivation was at the first-level Yuanfu realm and a tad stronger than Wang Fuchen.
If he had known things would turn out like this, he wouldn’t have waited three days in the first place. He would have directly come to the forbidden land, killed the corpse king, and taken the Buddhist Bone Relic.
“Who’s the fearless one?”
The Thousand Year Corpse King halted its step.
It did not anticipate someone daring to insult it at this critical moment. Its corpse qi churned violently, expressing its anger.
“You? A measly eighth-level Qigong ant, you dare to call me a mere corpse! Good, very good. I won’t refine you into an ancient corpse slave. I shall slowly devour your flesh and blood by the mouthful!”
The Thousand Year Corpse King ground its teeth intentionally, producing a shudder-inducing noise.
The people trembling under the Thousand Year Corpse King’s powerful aura were stunned to see a brat with eighth-level cultivation provoking the formidable entity.
Was this guy tired of living?
Could he not see those Qi Grandmasters kneeling, kowtowing, and begging for mercy?