Yu Yifeng clasped firmly on Xiao Chen's arm, "Calm down!"
Xiao Chen stretched his fingers, his hand numb from the devastating blowback caused when the Great Immortal parried his stroke. Beads of tears hung from his eyelashes as he murmured, "Muxue... She's... she's... Six more days, and Red Sleeve will... she will..." His voice broke at the foreboding of whatever monstrosity Red Sleeve could possibly conceive.
"Red Sleeve?" Yu Yifeng uttered, puzzled and confused. Xiao Chen merely shook his head, his expression dour and sullen, simply explaining, "That's the Divine Corpse."
Tens of yards behind, the invaders were still incredulous with repudiation. Among them, Zuoqiu Yang felt the worst. The sight of Xiao Chen casually reducing tens of Corpse Puppets into smithereens would forever haunt him like a nightmare, gnawing at his confidence that he began to feel meek and helpless. Even in his best, he could at most kill one or two of these abominat
The staggering presence grew until the green sarcophagus reached within a mile from the battlefield. Unable to withstand the pressure any longer, a voice screamed, "It's the Divine Corpse! The Divine Corpse has awakened!" The peaking morale of the invaders pouring through the crumbling formation of the routed defenders immediately plummeted down a dark hole and the deserters felt themselves filled with renewed faith that their accursed order might be salvaged after all. "We're saved!" Exultant cries from the defenders tore through the air with whoops and exclamations of joy, "Come back, all of you! The Divine Corpse is awakened! The Divine Corpse is awakened!" The sarcophagus continued its flight and stopped overhead the center of the square, casting a canopy of fear and deathly chill over everything below. Everyone stopped and looked up, hardly moving a muscle as if petrified into stone. As if with a will of its own, the green sarcophagus seemed attracte
Xiao Chen groaned, his gaze lowering to see blood flowing unstamped from where Li Muxue's hand was planted into him. He managed a weak smile and made no attempt to strike nor push away the Desecrated Li Muxue. Gasps and cries of shock chorused from behind him. But no one else was more startled by Luo Shangyan and her companions. Yu Yifeng was lurching with distress and anxiety, but he did not dare come closer. "Lil Chen! Come back here!" He cried. If Xiao Chen had heard him, he made no sign of it. He merely raised a head to look at everyone around him; the frightened eyes of the now-daunted invaders, the concerned and worried looks from his companions of the Jade Qing Sect, but he did nothing. He did not make any move to defend himself nor did he channel any of his spiritual powers, afraid that he might in turn injure Li Muxue. Whoever she was, Hua Weiyang or Li Muxue, he would never be able to raise a finger against her. With a stare so blank and lost th
"Heh heh heh heh heh..." There was no other voice or noise save for the hollow cackling laugh that seemed to curdle the blood in the veins in everyone in the square. Every pair of eyes looked his way and upon every face was a look of fear, consternation, or bewilderment. Even the Blood Corpses seemed to tremble, although they were more frightened of his growing Rancorous Qi rather than his sinister laughter. The Great Immortal from Hell shared a dark look with Ye Wuxin as men began to fret and squirm restlessly with fear. Knowing that things were not boding well for them, the two men quickly weaved spells to recall their Blood Corpses. But no amount of spell they used could move the legion of Blood Corpses. They just would not respond to the call of their masters, standing rooted to where they were, trembling and shaking quietly. "Heh heh heh heh heh..." Xiao Chen let loose a snicker and leaped into the air suddenly with blood dripping from
There was scarcely anyone who was not gripped by the fear sown by witnessing the terrible fight between Xiao Chen and the former High Chieftain. But no one believed at any rate that he would emerge victorious; the evil auras radiating from the twelve Corpse Puppets were just too strong. Too strong beyond the belief that anyone would be able to defeat them. Hanging a few yards above the ground, Xiao Chen's hairs flailed violently with the high winds reaching down to flay at his face. His anger and hatred were what fueled him now, keeping his veins coursing with adrenaline and frenzy as he continued to fight against the ancient Corpse Puppet. His enemy's black-onyx eyes glimmered with malice as it sent a tacit command to its comrades and they moved as one, lunging in unison at Xiao Chen. Twelve magic bolts they sent at Xiao Chen; the magical energy projectiles fused as one and slammed into Xiao Chen and he fell backward, groaning at the pain he felt in his chest where he
A flurry of confusing thoughts swooped into his mind like the wild winds of a storm. He tried to calm himself and organize his thoughts but to no avail. The more he tried, the deeper he sank into the quagmire of confusion and perplexity. "What's wrong, Lil Chen?" Yu Yifeng asked, seeing him looking troubled and tensed. Xiao Chen awoke from his catatonic stupor, his back slick with a coat of cold sweat and the fresh shirt that he just put on clung to his back. A wind blew amongst the eaves of the trees, and he felt his back tingling. He managed a shake of his head and croaked, "Where's Senior Qingfeng? I need to ask him something." He needed to speak to Qingfeng about the two babies from so many years ago and ascertain his hypothesis. Yu Yifeng nodded hastily and pointed the finger at a cluster of trees not far away, "He's with a couple of others discussing some matter of importance. Do you want me to come with you?"
They walked towards where the sounds were coming from. With each step, the voices could not be more clearer as they drew nearer. The younger voice spoke again, "But this magical field has been here for thousands of years... I'm afraid... Wait, Teacher! There's somebody!" As they came closer, Xiao Chen saw not far away two men, one with white hair and beard that reached down his shoulders, clad in robes of green while another, a tall and fair-looking young man. From the looks of it, they have both suffered burns with charred spots and blackened patches sprinkled all around their clothes. "What have we here! Master Liku! Of all places, I do not expect to meet you here!" Zi Mo barked jeeringly. The elderly man turned, the tails of his teal robes rippling as he spun so quickly with surprise. He looked intently, but for a brief few seconds he could not quite recognize us, although he could feel that the powers of the newcomers were nowhere below
"Very well, boy! For one thousand years, I have never set eyes upon one welcomes Death as much as you! Very well, I yield!" Li Xie, in the guise of a young boy, appeared out of nowhere, his lips curling into a crooked smile. With a wave of his arm, the Flames of the Southern Vermillion Bird were all magically drawn into the voluminous folds of his sleeves as if a vortex was hidden within his crimson-red robes. "Congratulations, Young Master Xiao. I must tender my admiration for your skills and so much more for your courage," Liku Zi's voice resounded from where he stood. He promptly looked at Yu Wenmu beside him and beckoned, "Let us go now, my boy." Zi Mo left the cave quickly with his two companions in tow. With the state of his health failing, Xiao Chen fell into a deep sleep as soon as they had left. It took another further two days of rest until he finally showed signs of recovering. But he was still slumbering came the mo
The forces of the Orthodox Path had been divided into three with Fenglan, Zi Mo and Qingfeng led one of the detachments towards the center of the Ridge where the fighting was the fiercest. Xiao Chen was attacking from the air with the Sword of the Vermilion Bird, sending jets of flames wherever he could with the versatility of the sword's attacks, with Qingluan and Ziyun'er guarding his rear. The battle had barely begun and the defenders of the Sect were beaten back with countless of their Corpse Puppets destroyed or torched and just as many acolytes and disciples dead or wounded. The Great Immortal beheld the catastrophe now befalling the stronghold of his order with a pained grimace on his face. He bit the tip of his lips and spit some Essence Blood on his palm, using it to cast some strange spells. Strange, unnatural winds began to blow and innumerable wraiths materialized, dashing towards Xiao Chen, deflecting the bolts and jets of fire that he cast.