Chapter 2141: Chapter 2000: Yang Corpse (Part 4)
The Yang Corpse before them, infinitely strong and blazing with radiance, was clearly just a corpse, yet it emitted the same kind of light as the God he worshipped?
Before long, the Young Taoist ran out of strength, giving the Yang Corpse an opening. As the spear was about to thrust down, Mr. Zhao struck, catching the Yang Corpse’s thrust with a Ruler.
"Now!"
The Young Taoist shouted, glared at the Yang Corpse, and the pupils burning in his eyes suddenly sprayed out searing orange-red flames like a flamethrower. In an instant, the Yang Corpse was completely shrouded in fire, and the Young Taoist took the chance to retreat a step.
But the Yang Corpse didn’t let out the miserable scream the Young Taoist had expected. After the Young Taoist retreated to a safe distance and steadied himself, he took a careful look and saw the Yang Corpse neither struggling nor screaming in the flames.
No struggling and no screaming meant the fire wasn’t hurting it.
The Yang Corpse’s whole body was wrapped in flames, its armor burned until it looked like red-hot glazed tiles, and in the fire it actually seemed even more vigorous and spirited.
The Yang Corpse gave a shudder, and the flames instantly went out. Its body was still a sheet of Golden Light, and after being burned it looked like a red-hot iron figurine, glowing transparent inside and out.
The Yang Corpse slanted a glance at the Young Taoist, let out a shrill screech that echoed across the entire Great Desert, then flicked its body. With a "whoosh," its body was once again covered in flames.
Golden flames.
The Young Taoist rushed up again, raised his horsetail whisk, and exchanged a few more moves with the Yang Corpse. The Yang Corpse wasn’t fast, and the Young Taoist seized an opening, flicking the horsetail whisk across its chest. The Yang Corpse stood immovable as a mountain. When the Young Taoist drew the whisk back, he found the whisk tassels had caught fire.
The Young Taoist gaped, stunned for a moment.
The Yang Corpse lashed out with a kick. This time the Young Taoist couldn’t dodge in time and was booted far away, rolling across the sand for quite a while before he finally stopped.
The Nestorian representative saw his Sheepskin Scroll burned to ashes and flew into a rage. Once his daze passed, he grabbed his Holy Sword, Holy Water, and crossbow and charged forward—first firing off the last volley of bolts, then hurling the water bottle of Holy Water, and finally brandishing the Holy Sword to engage the Yang Corpse in close combat.
They watched as the crossbow spat out a row of Nestorian Sacred Object Holy Nails. When they hit the Yang Corpse, they were burned and melted into molten iron that dripped to the ground. The Holy Water splashed over the Yang Corpse’s body like gasoline, making the golden flames on it blaze even brighter and boil hotter.
Clearly this was already the Nestorian representative’s final blow.
The Yang Corpse turned around. Its speed was still a bit slow, and the Nestorian representative’s Crucifix Sword stabbed toward the Yang Corpse’s chest.
The Crucifix Sword was baked glowing red by the flames, and the exposed portion grew shorter and shorter.
The Nestorian representative drew closer and closer to the Yang Corpse.
Thinking he had succeeded, the Nestorian representative lowered his head—only to find that the Crucifix Sword had already been burned and melted. It sloughed off like modeling clay, dropping onto the desert sand and burning it until wisps of Qingyan smoke rose up.
"Aargh!—"
The Yang Corpse let out a howl, reached out and grabbed the Nestorian representative’s head, and golden flames rapidly engulfed the representative.
"Ah!—"
The Nestorian representative was completely enveloped in flames and took off running, but before he’d gone three steps he fell, began to melt, and in the end, when the flames went out, nothing at all was left on the ground.
Off to the side, Song Xiaodong ran over to the Young Taoist. The Young Taoist’s face was ashen as death, with not a trace of breath. Song Xiaodong picked him up and jabbed a silver needle into his chest. The Young Taoist drew in a long breath and woke up.
"Head of the Song clan, hurry and take the ladies and leave. Mr. Zhao and I will hold it off here. You are the Dragon Gate Sect Leader, you must think of Dragon Gate’s future. Go back and work hard. One day you’ll command all Taoism, and your achievements will be limitless!"
"Do you take me, Song Xiaodong, for a craven who clings to life and fears death?"
The Young Taoist shook his head, got back to his feet, and in a single step rushed back into the center of the battle.
"It’s appeared—that’s the Yin Fire on the Yang Corpse’s body!" Mr. Zhao said.
"It’s a pity all the Taoist Arts I cultivate are purely yang and unyielding, hard to restrain this Yang Corpse. So be it—today I’ll fulfill you. This Five Directions Banner, I’ll give it to you. Make good use of it!"
Chapter 2003: Such Is Heaven’s Decree
After speaking, the Young Taoist took a banner out of his backpack. It was triangular and greenish-blue, with coiled dragons and crouching tigers on it, inlaid stars and embroidered constellations—who knew what kind of treasure it was.
The Young Taoist took one look at it, then said to Mr. Zhao, "Mr. Zhao, when you’re done, you have to give it back to me!"
With that, the banner floated out of his hand for no apparent reason, drifting over to Mr. Zhao, who caught it.
After the Nestorian representative was burned alive by the Yang Corpse, the Yang Corpse turned its head again to look at Mr. Zhao and charged over with spear in hand. Mr. Zhao took the Five Directions Banner and unfurled it into the wind.
They heard sudden cannon blasts in the desert, gongs and drums thundered, banners streamed, and a clamor of battle cries and pounding hooves surged forth. A torrent of cavalry erupted out of nowhere behind Mr. Zhao and charged straight at the Yang Corpse.
The Young Taoist was dumbfounded at the sight of such a spectacle, utterly amazed.
"Ghost Soldiers?" Song Xiaodong looked at this cold-weapons army, hazy as a mirage yet undeniably real, and murmured in puzzlement.
Mr. Zhao cultivated the King of Hell. With the Five Directions Banner given by the Young Taoist, he could borrow the Ghost Soldiers.
The Yang Corpse showed not the slightest hesitation or fear. It raised its spear: infantry against cavalry, and it carved a path wherever it went, unstoppable. The line of Ghost Soldiers was forcibly split into two. A whole unit of cavalry actually couldn’t stop a single man on foot.
The Yang Corpse continued striding toward Mr. Zhao.
Mr. Zhao gave the Five Directions Banner a shake, and battle cries erupted from all directions. A total of five torrents of cavalry surged forth, encircling the Yang Corpse completely, and for the moment the fight fell into a stalemate.
