In just a few breaths of time, hundreds of Zombie Path experts had already closed in. The imperial slaves had no choice but to brace themselves and fight with all their might.
"Kill!"
"Fight it out with them!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two sides clashed, and in an instant, an earth-shattering rumble erupted. A fierce battle broke out in this mountain ridge that spanned dozens of li.
The Huang Dao Slaves were all powerful cultivators, and they were the best of the best among their peers. However, their enemies were not weak either, and their numbers were three times more than theirs.
After a short confrontation, the imperial slaves quickly fell into a disadvantageous position. Every expert was besieged by two or three silver corpses. They were in a difficult situation.
As for the two formidable golden corpses, it was as if they'd entered an uninhabited land. Their figures flashed like the wind, and their long claws were peerlessly sharp. All the experts that were approached by them were like paper, and if they weren't killed, they were injured, and severed limbs and body parts fluttered all over the sky.
Almost every moment, someone was dying.
Some people saw that the situation was not good and fled frantically. However, they did not run far before they were ambushed by Li Qiushui, Yan Hui, Chi Wufeng, and the others. They died one after another.
Qiu Wuju watched his subordinates die one by one. He could not help but feel like his heart was being cut by a knife. He was filled with regret.
He hated himself for underestimating the enemy. First, he was defeated by the foreign tribe. Then, he fell into Lin Xuan's trap. Now, it was too late for regrets.
After he unleashed that sword, he had already lost his ability to fight. He could only fight and retreat under the protection of his disciple, Yang Ling, and a few disciples of the Sword Tomb. However, the ones besieging them were over 30 silver corpses.
In his group, his beloved disciple Yang Ling's performance was very eye-catching. From time to time, he would unleash a ray of sword qi to slash open the silver corpses' strong bodies. In just a short while, four silver corpses had died under his sword.
However, this still couldn't change the situation because there were too many enemies, and his own people around him were also constantly dying.
Roar!
The golden corpse Li Haoqing tore open the body of an expert and shook it into pieces. It howled, and its red eyes locked onto Qiu Wuju's group from afar.
Qiu Wuju's expression changed drastically. His heart couldn't help but sink. Yang Ling and the others also had ugly expressions.
Qiu Wuju hesitated for a moment before he clenched his teeth and removed the black iron sword case from his back. He stuffed it into Yang Ling's hands and said in a deep voice, "Ling 'er, your master's time is up. I'm afraid I can't go back. You must bring this sword back to the Sword Maste. Otherwise, your master will become a sinner of the Sword Maste!"
"No! Master, this disciple will definitely bring you out of here! "
Yang Ling ferociously slashed at a Silver Corpse and sent it flying. He roared in pain.
"Listen to your master's orders! Leave now! "
Qiu Wuju let out a furious roar and used the last of his strength to push Yang Ling away.
The moment Yang Ling left his side, a pair of three feet long sharp claws pierced through his chest. Soon after, the two claws tore Qiu Wuju's body into two halves. Blood and intestines splattered everywhere.
There was no emotion on Qiu Wuju's face, but his eyes were fixed on Yang Ling, as he shouted with all his might, "Leave now! Let's go … "
"Master!"
Yang Ling let out a sorrowful roar, as hot tears rolled down his cheeks. But soon, he wiped away his tears and roared in a deep voice, "Master, you can go without worry! Your disciple will definitely bring this sword back to the Sword Maste. When your disciple achieves great success in the Martial Dao in the future, I will definitely take revenge for you! "
After he finished speaking, Yang Ling clenched his teeth and decisively turned around to flee.
Qiu Wuju's broken body fell from the sky, but his eyes revealed a trace of gratification and expectation. His disciple Yang Ling had great luck, and his future was limitless. In the future, he would definitely be able to take revenge for him and wash away his humiliation.
But in the next moment, the gratification and expectation in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and turned into endless anger and hatred.
Yang Ling had just fled for less than a kilometer when he suddenly collided head-on with a thick iron chain that was as thick as a mountain ridge.
The iron chain seemed to have appeared out of thin air, and with the vast divine might of a Dao Weapon, it firmly whipped Yang Ling's tiny body.
Bang!
Yang Ling's body turned into a mist of blood, drifting over, and he died instantly.
The sword case in his arms also turned into powder, and the Seven-Lethal Shao Feng Sword was sent flying, piercing into a huge rock, up to the hilt.
This was the last scene that Qiu Wuju saw. His head was crushed by the Golden Corpse's foot, and the anger and unwillingness in his heart also dissipated with his shattered Divine Soul.
A burly and cold-looking young man landed on the huge rock, grabbed the hilt, and pulled out the long sword. The corners of his mouth curled into a smug smile.
"What a good killing sword!"
Buzz!
The Seven-Lethal Shao Feng Sword struggled madly, and actually tried to escape in vain.
Lin Xuan curled his lips into a disdainful smile. He took out a Soul Stabilizing Talisman from the Illusory Demon Orb and stuck it on the sword. The long sword immediately quieted down.
After putting away the Seven-Lethal Shao Feng Sword, Lin Xuan raised his gaze and scanned the surrounding battlefield.
With the death of Qiu Wuju and Yang Ling, the remaining Imperial Path Slaves had completely lost all hope. They no longer had the will to fight, and they turned around and fled desperately.
However, they were quickly stopped and killed by the Divine Lotus Path Slaves who were scattered around.
After an hour, more than 60 Imperial Path Slaves were either dead or injured. Even if there were a few who were lucky enough to survive, they had completely lost their combat power and were captured by the Divine Lotus Path Slaves.
Among these captives, Ji Donglai was one of them.
Ji Donglai's hair was disheveled, and his body was dripping with blood. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and his eyes were filled with despair.
Around him were seven or eight Silver Corpse Slaves who were holding swords and sabers.
"Just kill me! I won't surrender!" Ji Donglai roared hoarsely.
However, no one responded to him.
Bang! Bang!
A series of steady and powerful footsteps came, and a determined and cold face appeared in Ji Donglai's vision, looking down at him condescendingly.
"Senior Ji, I'm sorry for my rudeness."
Lin Xuan smiled slightly and stuffed a shiny golden elixir into Ji Donglai's mouth.
It was a fourth-grade healing elixir, and its value was immeasurable. It was rare in the entire Realm of True Force.
Ji Donglai was extremely surprised. After the elixir entered his mouth, it immediately turned into a medicinal liquid that flowed down his throat, and then turned into a hot current that spread to his limbs and bones.
Following that, the injuries on his body quickly healed.
In the blink of an eye, he had already stood up from the ground. He looked at Lin Xuan with vigilance and complexity.
"Lin Xuan, what do you mean by this?" Ji Donglai asked in a deep voice.
Lin Xuan smiled and said, "Senior Ji, I have a close relationship with Wen Feng and Xue Yan. If something happens to you today, I'm afraid I won't have the face to drink with Wen Feng in the future."
Ji Donglai was stunned for a moment, and then he sighed and said, "Lin Xuan, you're a good young man. Unfortunately, you don't have the guts to go against us.
If you continue to go against the mountain, there will be no way out in the future. Since ancient times, no one who dared to challenge the mountain had a good ending. "
Lin Xuan smiled indifferently, "There wasn't in the past, but it doesn't mean there won't be in the future. Senior Ji, you can go now. I hope that the next time we meet, it won't be like this. "
Ji Donglai looked at Lin Xuan deeply and said, "If there is a way out, it's only in the south. Take care of yourself."
After saying this, he turned around and left, gradually disappearing into the darkness.
"If there is a way out, it's only in the south?"
Lin Xuan thought for a moment, and his eyes moved slightly, "The Sea of Demons? It seems that it's not under the control of the Imperial Slaves. "
He shook his head, and a playful smile appeared on his face.
The reason why he let Ji Donglai go was not only because of his friendship with Ji Wenfeng, but also because Ji Donglai belonged to the Ji Faction.
If he guessed correctly, in the near future, even if the Imperial Slaves were not destroyed by the Chaos Divine Palace, they would fall into internal strife.
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