There was no sun or moon in the sky above, it was dark and deep. The hoarse roars of the zombies and the cries for help of the living were carried in the wind all over Xiandu.

The people outside the Xiandu city ran frantically to the Xianhuang Palace in the center of the city, begging the Xianguan for protection. But when they got there, they found that the red lacquer gate of the Xianhuang Palace was closed, and there were thousands of zombies climbing one after another. The nine-foot palace wall had been piled up into a tall tower of corpses, and the height was still rising. When the zombies roaming around the wall saw the strangers, they rushed to hug their feet and began to feast on them. Some people were howling, some were screaming, and blood and minced meat were like a torrential rain.

At the same time, the people who had temporarily escaped the disaster were gathered in the Immortal Emperor Palace, trembling with fear for the zombies outside the palace wall to break through the barrier and climb over the wall. What they didn't know was that in the main hall of the Immortal Emperor Palace, the immortal officials who were revered by everyone had suffered heavy casualties.

In the main hall, the ground was covered with blood and body parts, and only a few sect elders were still alive. On the dragon throne, someone dressed in black was sitting leisurely in the only clean place in the hall, with a wine cup on his knees in his left hand and his right hand supporting his beautiful chin. In this hellish scene, he looked naturally indifferent and at ease.

He did have the capital to be leisurely, because standing in front of him was an exceptionally tall zombie wearing golden armor.

The first Immortal Emperor Ji Yuan.

Even though his cheeks were rotten, he didn't feel any sluggishness when swinging the sword. On the contrary, his speed and momentum could only be described as terrifying. The silver-white sword in his hand was stained with blood and the aura of the netherworld, flashing a chilling blood-red light.

In the arena, the head of Wanjian Mountain, Yunci, and the Buddhist disciple, Shichen, were fighting two against one but were still in a tough battle. Both of them were among the top five masters in the world, but in front of this zombie, they seemed powerless, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. This shows how powerful Ji Yuan was when he was alive.

"Ahem, go, go find Jiang Mi..." Xing Yuan was trying his best to support the formation of the Immortal Emperor Palace to prevent the zombies from outside from pouring in. But now he was at the end of his strength. When he coughed, there was a fishy and sweet smell of blood in his throat.

"Brother, I won't leave!" Xing Xuan shook his head fiercely, "You go! I'll hold on!"

Suddenly, the man on the dragon throne smiled slowly, revealing his sharp white teeth. His gloomy and unruly eyes under the candlelight made everyone's heart tremble instantly.

"Where are you going?"

The next second, he clenched his five fingers on his right hand in the air. Xing Xuan felt his heart being tightened by a huge force. His eyes went dark, his knees weakened, and he fell heavily to the ground with a plop! Before he lost consciousness, Xing Chen saw from the corner of his eye that the demon Taoist casually poured the remaining wine in the cup beside the dragon chair. In the candlelight, his silhouette was calm and composed, neither like a Taoist priest nor a nobleman, but rather like an inexplicable imperial descendant, majestic and imposing.

Immediately afterwards, the dagger on his waist flew out with a "swish", and it seemed as if an invisible hand in the void held the dagger and hovered it over Xingxuan's dantian.

"Stop!" Xing Yuan immediately realized what he was going to do, and coughed up blood foam in anger, "Come to me if you have anything to say!"

"No," the sinister Taoist seemed to be smiling, his voice soft, "It has to be him."

After he finished speaking, the dagger stabbed into Xing Xuan's abdomen from top to bottom. The handle of the knife was twisted, blood splashed, and the golden elixir was exposed as if the belly was ripped open. He hooked his finger, and in the horrified eyes of everyone, Xing Xuan's bloody golden elixir flew into his hand and was swallowed by him in one gulp. Because he couldn't suck it in time, a trickle of blood flowed down his jaw, shocking on his pale skin.

"You, you are not Xingchen..." Xingyuan trembled and took a half step back. Suddenly, a terrible thought surged into his mind, "Who are you?!"

——The unyielding aura in this person's bones is definitely not that of a timid illegitimate child... Whose face is behind that mask?

"It doesn't matter who I am..." The sinister Taoist's lips curved into a sweet arc that made people feel cold. "What matters is that you can't beat me."

He adjusted his sitting posture, from sitting cross-legged to raising his right knee to support his elbow, crossing his slender fingers, and slightly raising his chin to examine the people in the palace. He could see the expressions of everyone in the palace at a glance, fear, grief, panic, timidity... all clearly reflected in his eyes. This posture made him look careless and unusually dangerous, and seemed to be a little superior.

"Submit your surrender or your head will fall off!"

Senhan climbed onto the crowd's backs. His blood-red eyes clearly showed the concentration and greed of a tiger or wolf hunting its prey. Just a glance at him made people shiver involuntarily as if they were falling into an ice cellar.

Yun Ci pointed at him with trembling fingers and said, "You...how long can you hold out with this evil magic?"

"That's enough." He smiled lazily and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

With a "pop" sound, as if an order was issued, several immortal officials who had just died stood up from a pool of blood, their limbs stiff, and they staggered towards the remaining living people while holding their weapons.

"—enough to kill you all."

Before he finished speaking, the Awakening Sword came out of nowhere and instantly slashed in front of the two! Yun Ci and Shi Chen hurriedly separated and fought each other. With two "clang clang" sounds, Ji Yuan actually held both of them at the same time. The terrifying magic power of the overwhelming force instantly threw the two bodies out. With two loud bangs, Yun Ci and Shi Chen fell to the ground one after another, without even having time to breathe. The cold light of the Awakening Sword turned into an arc, and Ji Yuan came to kill them like a ghost!

The next moment, it seemed as if an invisible sharp sword energy gushed out, and with a clanging sound, it heavily blocked the edge of the sword that was slashing at it diagonally!

Lightning flashed along the clashing swords, and was reflected in everyone's eyes at the same time. The powerful energy went straight up to the sky!

The sinister Taoist grinned, but there was cold anger burning in his eyes:

"What an unworthy descendant."