Chapter 240: Undead Enter the Imperial Capital

When the first white bone dug up the ground and appeared under the sunlight, everyone knew things were bad. Disaster was imminent. Nothing could be changed; it had become settled.

Moreover, the two leading figures frightened Chen Yi He.

"Dragon King, Xiao Xiao Yu!" Chen Yi He exclaimed in shock. Indeed, just as the Imperial Ancestor had said! The Dragon King had been taken into service by the Heavenly Dao, and Xiao Xiao Yu, who had disappeared with him earlier, also stepped forward.

The Dragon King and Xiao Xiao Yu both had pure white eyeballs, devoid of expression, and their bodies emanated a true qi like that of the Heavenly Dao, with no trace of a living person's breath.

Behind them lay countless white bones!

White bones dug out hands from underground, the hands like flowers breaking through the soil, gloomy and terrifying.

"Undead Legion!" Chen Yi He, how could he forget those corpses that once gave him fear?

Countless corpses dug up from underground, standing behind the Dragon King and Xiao Xiao Yu, while the two of them stood behind the Heavenly Disaster.

"What are those?!" the Western Desert Sword Devil asked the crowd, having never seen something so disgusting!

"Undead from the underground world of the Thousandfold Gate." Chen Yi He stared at the corpses and replied, "They are not only immune to blades and spears, but also possess great strength; I never expected the people of the Heavenly Dao to actually bring them from the Southern Border to the Imperial Capital."

"Yi He, don't panic, we must speed up!" the Imperial Ancestor said to Chen Yi He. They had now reached the critical moment; if there was the slightest mistake, Shangguan Yunyi would die on the spot, and they would suffer backlash from their own power.

The elite troops from the Prince's Manor also arrived, a full seventy or eighty thousand. Each rode a swift horse, holding swords and blades, standing before the ruins, shielding the core figures behind them.

Tiger against tiger, dragon against dragon, worm against worm. What they had to face were the corpses.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard were absent, so the heavy burden of defending the Imperial Capital fell entirely on them.

"You have no future." The Heavenly Disaster clasped his hands before him, not turning back, yet shouted loudly, "Ancient corpses, trample flat the enemies before you!"

The Dragon King waved his Dragon Blade, and the corpses behind him surged forward in mighty numbers.

"Advance! We advance!" Nun Shang Rong brandished her Hengshan Sword and shouted loudly.

The troops behind them surged forward in one breath, charging at the corpses! While Nun Shang Rong, Hong Liang, Situ Qing, Grand Master Le Bei, Duan Sheng, and the Western Desert Sword Devil—six in all—took the lead in the assault!

The Heavenly Disaster had no intention of rushing to act; he wanted to see whether his two Undead Kings were capable.

Although the Dragon King and Xiao Xiao Yu could not speak, their combat awareness remained. The Dragon King actively took on three opponents: Grand Master Le Bei, Duan Sheng, and the Western Desert Sword Devil.

Xiao Xiao Yu, meanwhile, faced the somewhat weaker trio of Nun Shang Rong, Situ Qing, and Hong Liang.

"I want to see if Dragon Chief's son has this ability!" Duan Sheng brandished his great sword and said angrily. He had once been on good terms with Dragon Chief many years ago, but after Dragon Chief was killed, that connection faded.

The Dragon King wasted no words, his blade came down. One slash nearly split Duan Sheng in two.

Duan Sheng's heart pounded with lingering fear; he had not expected the Dragon King's first strike to be so ferocious, leaving no room for maneuver.

Although Grand Master Le Bei was bare-handed, his body was as strong as steel-reinforced bone! He could catch the Dragon King's Azure Dragon Blade with his bare hands, and then swiftly counterattack, aiming to fell the Dragon King quickly.

The Western Desert Sword Devil had newly acquired the Proper Venerable Sword, which matched his new partner, making him feel completely at ease; he swung his sword while saying, "Hahaha! Good kid, to be able to fight you is truly enjoyable!"

The Dragon King fought three opponents single-handedly without losing ground; after receiving the Heavenly Dao's power, he was already a different man! Since he had been able to battle Chen Yi He a few days ago, today he could fight everyone.

"It seems we don't have much time left..." Duan Sheng said.

"Hold on, every extra moment brings more hope!" the Western Desert Sword Devil encouraged his companions.

Although Xiao Xiao Yu was merely a woman, after receiving the Heavenly Dao's power she had far surpassed her former self; her strength could be described as a meteoric rise.

Not long ago, she had lost herself in the underground world of the Thousandfold Gate, her prime years and youthful bloom, struggling amid darkness and death. Now she returns bearing hatred and anger.

The fine silk in her sleeves sometimes resembled sharp blades, shattering stone and breaking gold; at other times it flowed like water, wrapping all things.

Nun Shang Rong's offensive was the fiercest, yet she found that no matter how fiercely she attacked, she could not overcome this young lady. No matter how quickly her Hengshan Sword Technique was unleashed or how deadly her kills, she could do nothing against Xiao Xiao Yu.

On the contrary, Xiao Xiao Yu, while defending, waited for an opening to strike back; Hong Liang, being inattentive, was sliced by her fine silk. Had Situ Qing not acted swiftly, Hong Liang's entire arm would have been severed.

Xiao Xiao Yu had defeated the Young Palace Master's retinue! If she had not lacked spiritual sensitivity, the Young Palace Master would have been torn to shreds by her that day.

"Thanks!" Hong Liang said to Situ Qing.

Situ Qing brandished his blade, merely saying coldly, "Fight with peace of mind!"

Pale white corpses clashed with the living elite troops, forming a bizarre scene; as soon as the battle began, casualties mounted without number.

Upon the ruins of the Prince's Manor, corpses and white bones lay everywhere. A corner of the Imperial Capital was flooded with white and black.

"Chop off their necks to kill them completely!" the Imperial Ancestor transmitted the know-how of slaying corpses via Thousand-mile Voice Transmission into the ears of each elite soldier.

This time the corpses' weakness was exposed, and all the officers and soldiers swung at their heads.

But how easy is that? The corpses before them were formerly powerful martial artists; after death they had been irradiated by the mysterious power of the Thousandfold Gate's underground world, retaining their former strength, making a one-versus-ten engagement no exaggeration.

They used their pure white skeletons as weapons; a single claw could pierce the heavy armor worn by the elite troops, and a kick could crush them to fragments.

With equal numbers, the corpses breaking through the Prince's Manor's defenses was merely a matter of time.

However, for now we can only rely on human-wave tactics to buy time for the experts.

"Yi He, Yan Shan Hai, Linghu Shang, we will entrust ourselves to them; follow me, close your eyes, and await the final true qi." The Imperial Ancestor then also said to those who, like him, had been channeling true qi to Shangguan Yunyi.

"Yes!" the three replied in unison.

Immediately, the Imperial Ancestor first raised his true qi, placing himself in a sealed state where nothing of the outside world concerned him; he wished to wholeheartedly heal Shangguan Yunyi's injuries.

Chen Yi He followed suit. Yan Shan Hai followed suit. Linghu Shang followed suit.