The ancient royal tombs of Bashu are filled with eerie winds and ghostly howls, and the soft whispers of white bones.
The flickering, ghostly flames, like the eyes of phantoms, illuminated the dark palace, making it appear sinister and terrifying.
The Heavenly Evil King and the Lord of the Other Shore Flower sat on their thrones, their postures seemingly casual, but in reality, their hearts were already churning with turbulent waves.
All around, there were nearly ten thousand Netherworld Death Warriors wearing bronze masks, completely surrounding the vast Ghost Palace.
Of these suicide soldiers, more than 95% were "new residents of the Nine Netherworlds" who were transformed and trained by Luo Manying from soldiers from Shu.
Their cultivation levels were mediocre, mostly at the Body Tempering Realm and Qi Condensation Realm.
However, since his blood was modified, his strength is three times that of an ordinary soldier, and his eyes reveal only intense killing intent and unwavering faith in the Nine Netherworld.
However, the cost of transforming these assassins was enormous; over 80% of them were eliminated and became decorations for the ancient tombs and palaces.
Creating this army of ten thousand elite warriors had already consumed all of Luo Manying's energy and a large amount of materials.
Originally, they planned to use this elite suicide squad against Xu Rong or Dong Zhongying, to launch a surprise attack at a crucial moment.
That's right, Jiuyou never keeps its word to so-called "allies," just like the Ugly Country wouldn't grant Donut American citizenship.
But now, these assassins are about to be used against the man who strikes fear into the hearts of the Nine Netherworlds, even at a heavy price.
Besides these 10,000 assassins, there are also 11 quasi-emperors, 23 saints, and hundreds of other cultivators at the selfless and supreme levels hidden in the ancient tomb.
Such a formidable force would be virtually invincible in any arena, capable of easily annihilating second- or third-rate empires, and even first-rate empires would be no problem to be destroyed.
But now, they only want to eliminate the impending calamity in one fell swoop and completely clear the way for the emergence of the Nine Netherworld.
Behind the throne, Jiang Qingluan was suspended high on a stone pillar beam, swaying gently from side to side.
Under the dim light, her eyes kept darting towards the entrance, her heart filled with both nervousness and anticipation.
The atmosphere was oppressively suffocating after a long wait.
"They're here..."
Luo Manying slowly opened her eyes, which were flashing with a blue light.
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept through, followed by the sound of heavy, agile footsteps.
Shen Zhao's figure slowly appeared in the enclosed yet spacious space.
His appearance was like a divine ray of light, as if dispelling the dark clouds of mystery.
Upon seeing Shen Zhao's figure, Jiang Qingluan hurriedly tried to remind him not to worry about her and to leave quickly.
But the words were on the tip of her tongue, and she swallowed them back down.
She was afraid that if she said those words, it would distract Shen Zhao even more.
"Shen Zhao!?"
With a sharp shout, the Heavenly Evil King pointed and asked.
"You were the one who destroyed all the strongholds of my Nine Netherworlds branch?"
Shen Zhao sneered, glanced at Jiang Qingluan, and said expressionlessly, "Do we need to show any emotion when dealing with beasts?"
Just like now, my purpose in coming here is to make you the next targets of destruction.
"Hahaha..." Luo Manying laughed upon hearing this, "What an ignorant boy."
How could someone like you be considered a formidable enemy of the Nine Netherworlds by the Realm Lord? It's utterly laughable.
Your recklessness and ignorance are on full display.
Tianxie Xuanwang swept his hand and said, "Look around. With such a lineup, what are your chances of winning and bringing Jiang Qingluan out alive today?"
A tense atmosphere prevailed, and a fierce fighting spirit burned in the eyes of both sides.
Shen Zhao slowly untied the sash on his cloak: "No one can stop me, Shen Zhao, from taking the people I want to take away!"
A gust of wind blew, and the cloak billowed upwards.
"Similarly, those whom I, Shen Zhao, choose to kill are destined to be unable to escape!"
boom--
The fighting spirit exploded, causing a roar in the space.
Shen Zhao clenched his fist, his face showing an unprecedented determination and resolve.
The air seemed to freeze in that instant, as if it had stopped flowing.
The sound of everyone's heartbeats rose and fell, and a somber atmosphere permeated the dark and empty tomb.
A gust of cold wind swept through, carrying with it the relentless fighting spirit that permeated the dark space.
"Kill them!"
The leader of the evil cultivators roared and brandished his blood-red blade, charging straight at Shen Zhao.
"Kill them!"
Behind them, hundreds of assassins roared in unison and surged forward like a tide.
An extremely fierce battle has officially begun!
"Shen Zhao~ give me—"
Bang--
The evil cultivator had just gotten close enough to roar, but before he could even utter a word, he was met with a simple, unadorned punch from Shen Zhao that struck him directly in the cheek, shattering his skull on the spot.
"Ten Directions Shocked by Martial Arts!"
With a single punch, he killed his enemy; his tiger-like eyes gleamed fiercely; Shen Zhao stamped his foot.
In an instant, his inner strength and energy manifested in a planar shape, sweeping across the hundreds of assassins.
boom--
A deafening explosion followed, and bits of flesh, blood, and broken bones converged into a prelude to death, all scattered across the dark space.
Facing the falling blood rain, Shen Zhao's expression was cold and solemn.
With his left hand behind his back and his right hand making a gesture of invitation, he said, "Come, let me see if your filthy blood can fill this grave!"
"Kill!"
The first wave of attacks was thwarted, but it was met with an even stronger surge of killing intent.
Two more squads of assassins rushed towards Shen Zhao from the left and right, intending to take him down in one fell swoop while he was catching his breath.
However, Shen Zhao kept his eyes closed and repeatedly moved his hands, unleashing a massive burst of fire from his body.
"Great Brahma Fire Palm!"
The towering holy flames shot straight up to the top of the cave, illuminating the entire space, and coalesced with the void to form a pair of enormous hands, which fell from the sky.
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