The image shattered, and Xiao Chen tumbled a few times. Then, he vomited a large mouthful of blood. Not daring to look back, Xiao Chen pushed off the air and continued flying towards the King Grade warship.
"You run pretty fast."
A deep voice came from behind Xiao Chen. There was a blurry black figure in the distance with black chains tied around its wrists.
A horrifying aura came from the black figure, suppressing everyone. This was a ruthless character that Xiao Chen could not deal with. "Hu chi!"
Suddenly, a fiery light flew in front of Xiao Chen. The figure landed and arrived behind Xiao Chen, helping him block his pursuers.
It was the Heavenly Battle Palace's Palace Master, Elder Bai. He held a one-meter-long scarlet sword surrounded by flames. Then, he chopped at the strange black figure.
"Bang!"
This sword strike sent the black figure that made Xiao Chen feel suffocated. The fiery light spread out, looking very resplendent in the Starry Heavens.
When Xiao Chen landed on the deck of the King Grade warship, he clearly saw that the black figure was a Demonic Corpse that was completely black and as tough as Frost Iron, without any signs of life.
Behind the demonic corpses was an old man from the Corpse Race holding a long whip. He was facing Elder Bai.
When that Corpse Race old man saw Elder Bai appear, he frowned heavily. A grandmaster-level Martial Sage who comprehended a will arrived. This is going to be problematic.
The old man swung the whip in his hand. It seemed to have some magical power, and the Demonic Corpse with chains around its limbs quickly flew over from a distance and stood guard in front of this person.
When one looked carefully, one would discover a one-meter-long wound on the Demonic Corpse's chest. No matter what one did, it would not heal. Disgusting liquid continuously poured out of that wound.
This was the result of Elder Bai's earlier sword strike.
"Scram, you thing that is neither human nor ghost."
Elder Bai loathed the Corpse Race. When he saw that Demonic Corpse, his expression turned terrifyingly sullen as he spoke rudely.
When the Corpse Race old man heard this, he became enraged. However, he could feel the formless light of the will of fire and the thousands of thick Heavenly Sage Laws behind him.
He swallowed his words, not daring to say anything more.
Elder Bai was a grandmaster-level Martial Sage who had comprehended the will of fire to sixty percent comprehension. As long as the opponent was not a Blue Robed Emperor, he would not have any misgivings.
The Corpse Race cultivator seemed to have received a voice projection. He said coldly, Give your clan's junior a reminder. In the future, if there is nothing to do, it is best not to leave the Tianwu Domain.
After saying that, his figure flashed, and he put away the Demonic Corpse, preparing to return.
"Shameless boasting!"
With a furious roar, Elder Bai pushed the power of his will of fire to the limit. Xiao Chen's Heavenly Sage Laws danced wildly behind him as he sent out a three-hundred-meter-tall flaming sword screen. Then, he charged over like a surging river.
The old man from the Corpse Clan jumped in fright. This guy had used his full strength when he attacked. Clearly, he wanted to kill him.
"Save me!"
Rumble!
In the starry sky, a cloud of dust dispersed. Three gigantic Corpse Dragons were chained together, pulling a black palace. A black-robed old man flew out of the palace.
The black-robed old man flew forward and sent out a clump of corpse flame containing the will of death. Then, he silently assimilated Elder Bai's flaming sword screen.
"In an exchange of pointers between the younger generation, our skills are inferior. Our Corpse God Palace has already admitted defeat. There is no need for you to be so overbearing."
Elder Bai narrowed his eyes. He saw a small golden corpse sitting cross-legged on the chest of this person's black robes.
A light flickered in Elder Bai's eyes. In the end, he snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Both sides feared each other and did not dare to make a big move. The chaos caused by the Flame Crystal Stones came to an end, and they left together.
"Palace Master, why did they not even want the Death Throne and just let us go?"
The two Vice Palace Masters asked, feeling it was strange. The Death Throne was a treasure left behind by the ancient Evil King. It was compatible with their Death Great Dao.
Elder Bai said sullenly, "I believe that the Death Throne has some other uses. Xiao Chen, you had best not place your mark on the Death Throne."
Xiao Chen nodded to indicate his understanding. Back then, the Massacre Throne nearly caused him to fall into the Killing Dao, unable to extricate himself. Even without Elder Bai's reminder, Xiao Chen would still be cautious about the Death Throne.
"What is that?!"
Suddenly, a disciple on the deck pointed to the front and exclaimed.
Xiao Chen followed that disciple's gaze and saw a completely white palanquin draped in white muslin drifting in the Starry Heavens in a ghostly manner. It looked very frightening.
When one looked carefully, one would discover that the palanquin was not flying on its own. Instead, eight green spirits were carrying the palanquin, rushing quickly through the Starry Heavens.
"Eight Ghosts Carrying the Palanquin! They are Martial Sage experts of the Ghost Race!"
"They are chasing in the direction of the Corpse Dragon Warships."
Elder Bai had a bad impression of the Corpse Race and the Ghost Race. He said in disgust, "There is no need to care about them. Just let them fight each other."
The Corpse Race and the Ghost Race both cultivated the Death Great Dao. One collected the corpses of the dead, and the other collected the souls of the dead. They developed in completely different directions. Furthermore, they did not like each other.
Battles often broke out between the Corpse Race and the Ghost Race. There were countless cases of them undermining each other. Hence, the appearance of this Ghost Palanquin was not too surprising to Elder Bai and the other two.
However, Xiao Chen was very interested in that Ghost Palanquin. His Spiritual Sense chased after it for a long time.
If Xiao Chen guessed right, the master of the Corpse Dragon Warship might have given up on the Death Throne temporarily because of the Ghost Palanquin in hot pursuit.
Suddenly, the curtains of the Ghost Palanquin parted. Xiao Chen clearly saw the appearance of a delicate person. He could not help but be startled and take a step back involuntarily.
There was clearly a female ghost sitting in the Ghost Palanquin with a long tongue sticking out. Her eyes were like black holes, and blood flowed out of her seven orifices.
When Xiao Chen looked carefully, he discovered that what he saw earlier was just an illusion. The female ghost had vanished. A girl with fair skin and a cold expression in a red dress smiled meaningfully at Xiao Chen before closing the curtains again.
This mysterious Ghost Race girl was startling. Her skin was as white as snow. Her face was cold and emotionless, and her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. However, she was shockingly beautiful.
This mysterious woman from the Ghost Clan was the epitome of the word 'shocking'.
Did she notice the Death Throne in her hand?
Xiao Chen took a few steps back. He still could not calm down. The huge contrast startled him.
"Xiao Chen, are you alright?"
The one who spoke was Cui Hao. In the earlier battle, Xiao Chen had saved his life. Cui Hao was not a petty person in the first place. After receiving this favor, his resentment for Xiao Chen lessened significantly.
Xiao Chen recovered his wits and smiled. "I'm fine. My foot slipped."
Elder Bai, who was in front, turned his head back and gave Xiao Chen a deep look. Then, he said, "Come with me."
The other party's gaze made Xiao Chen feel uncertain. He muttered to himself as he followed the other party. They entered the warship's hold and continued walking until they reached the highest floor of the warship.
The top floor had windows on all sides. No matter where one looked, one would be able to see the boundless charm of the boundless astral world.
"Have a seat. This old man apologizes on behalf of the two Vice Palace Masters for exposing the secret of the Massacre Throne," Elder Bai said sincerely as he extended his hand and made an inviting gesture.
Earlier, Xiao Chen had refused to leave the warship. Elder Bai had noticed this. After some analysis, he figured out the true reason. Based on what happened later, he could easily figure out the real reason after a slight analysis.
Xiao Chen sat down and said, "Palace Master is too polite. The matters of the world are hard to predict. This junior did not suffer any losses. The injuries I suffered are still bearable. Furthermore, I obtained the Death Throne. Although there was a slim chance of survival, it was still a fortuitous encounter. "
Elder Bai sighed gently and smiled bitterly. "You are oversimplifying things. This is not a fortuitous encounter but a calamity, a great calamity.
"The Evil King was a famous Sovereign Martial Emperor during the Ancient Era. Even grandmaster-level Martial Sages would be tempted by the throne he left behind. If I did not see wrong earlier, the Ghost Race girl in the white palanquin noticed you as well.
"The two sides definitely have important matters to attend to. Once they deal with these trivial matters, they will definitely send their experts to find you and retrieve the Death Throne as well as the Massacre Throne."
When the scarlet throne was forced to be exposed, Xiao Chen had already expected such a thing. Elder Bai's analysis was within his expectations, so he waited quietly for the rest.
"When we return to the Haotian Star this time, I will help you find a will clone of the Sect Master to protect your life at a crucial moment."
Indeed, the Haotian Sect would not ignore such a situation. Xiao Chen raised his hand and said, "Many thanks, Elder Bai."
Elder Bai smiled gently and said, "Perhaps I am exaggerating. Even if the Ghost Race and the Corpse Race know that you have two thrones, they will not spread the news."
The two races both wanted to obtain the thrones. If they spread the news and other experts found out, it would undoubtedly make it more difficult for him to obtain the thrones.
Xiao Chen thought about the girl in the Eight Ghost Palanquin. He asked, "Palace Master, what is the background of the girl in the Eight Ghost Palanquin? Even the two Vice Palace Masters were shocked to see her."
Elder Bai thought for a while before replying, "That white palanquin looks ordinary. In reality, it is a famous Secret Treasure of the Ghost Race. Its owner is the Ghost Empress Xi Xun, an expert on the same level as Emperor Wu.
"However, based on the person in the palanquin, he should be her descendant or disciple. However, for her to bestow this Secret Treasure to her, her talent is definitely not low."
As the two chatted, Elder Bai used this topic to explain some things about the Ghost Race and the Corpse Race to Xiao Chen.
In terms of individual strength, the Ghost Race and the Corpse Race were far ahead of the five major races of the Kunlun Realm.
However, the two races cultivated the Death Great Dao. One hooked souls, and the other dug graves. What they did went against the Heavenly Dao. Hence, the population of the two races could not develop.
The distribution of power in the Ghost Domain and the Corpse Domain was not as complicated as that of the human race and the Fiend race. They only had one sect, the Corpse God Palace and the Spirit Palace.
Although there were conflicts between factions, they were much better than the human race and the Fiend race, far less complicated than the human race and the Fiend race.
The two races normally kept a low profile. Of the two races, the Ghost Race was the most mysterious. The Ghost Race cultivators were born with Yin Yang Eyes, which allowed them to see all sorts of wandering souls invisible to the naked eye.
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