Chapter 2142: Chapter 2000: Yang Corpse (Part 5)
"Where are my men? Hurry and help me!"
The Yang Corpse was gradually losing strength and shouted once. At that moment, the sand beneath his feet suddenly flared with golden light; countless ancient armored soldiers holding swords and halberds crawled out from the sand. They quickly formed up into a Central Army, surrounding and protecting the Yang Corpse.
Lop Nur turned into an ancient battlefield. Shouts of killing echoed everywhere; sword-light and blade-shadows flashed all around, yet no blood or corpses could be seen.
"Capture the ringleader to capture the bandits, Mr. Zhao, it’s now!" the Young Taoist reminded him.
Mr. Zhao understood, raised the Karmic Fire Lotus Lantern, its eerie green light swaying in the wind as it drifted unhurriedly toward the top of the Yang Corpse’s head.
"Swift!"
Mr. Zhao pointed, and the eerie green flame inside the Karmic Fire Lotus Lantern suddenly dropped from the lantern straight toward the top of the Yang Corpse’s head, about to bore into his skull.
"Wuaoo!——"
A sharp, miserable scream pierced everyone’s eardrums. A black shadow darted through the clashing ranks of Ghost Soldiers and Yang Corpses—a blurred human shape, raising both hands to prop up the eerie green wick of the Lotus Lantern above the Yang Corpse’s head.
Everyone heard it and knew it was that opera-singing woman from before.
"Whoosh!"
With a whoosh, the eerie green flame the size of a soybean, the instant it touched the black shadow, suddenly turned into a sheet of eerie green fire, spreading across the surface of the dark silhouette.
"Aaah!——"
The black shadow let out a piercing, tragic woman’s scream, then her aura gradually faded. She collapsed to the ground and was burned completely to nothing by the green flames.
"Sigh!" The Young Taoist saw they had burned the wrong person and couldn’t help letting out a sigh.
Mr. Zhao also let his hand holding the ruler fall heavily.
"My lady!"
The Yang Corpse looked at the black shadow burned clean away, cried out once, then suddenly flew into a rage. The golden flames on his body exploded into a massive fireball, incinerating all the Ghost Soldiers within five meters to ash.
Mr. Zhao raised the Five Directions Banner and waved it a few times; more Ghost Soldiers came, crowding the desert in dense ranks. The Yang Corpse, however, hefted his flaming spear and led his own Yang Corpses straight toward Mr. Zhao.
The Yang Corpse slaughtered Ghost Soldiers like chopping melons and cutting vegetables, unstoppable. He didn’t bother to dodge the Ghost Soldiers’ weapons, rampaging straight through the crowd as if his eyes held only Mr. Zhao and no one else.
Mr. Zhao picked up the Judge’s Pen and swept it a few times at the Yang Corpse. The Yang Corpse didn’t dodge; the Judge’s Pen couldn’t break through the golden flames on his body, nor weaken the golden light on him—that was his yang energy.
"Overestimating yourself!"
Mr. Zhao flew into a rage, grabbed the ruler, and smashed it down toward the Yang Corpse. A Dharma Body as vast as a mountain descended toward the Yang Corpse. The Yang Corpse raised his spear to meet it—there was a sharp "crack," and Mr. Zhao’s ruler actually split with a fissure!
"Can you not leave me a single decent tool?" The Young Taoist could see clearly from the side and sighed in lament.
In the blink of an eye the Yang Corpse was upon Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao stayed calm, secretly channeling his Divine Skills. Behind him, the King of Hell’s Dharma Body braced both hands on the ground to support itself, and its body rose out of the earth another section, revealing its waist.
The Yang Corpse thrust his spear toward Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao’s Golden Body Dharma manifestation seized the spear in one hand and flung the Yang Corpse bodily away, where he was surrounded by Ghost Soldiers and fell into battle again.
Mr. Zhao’s Golden Body Dharma manifestation raised the wooden mallet and slapped it in midair, then drew a scroll from his sleeve—the Book of Life and Death. He rapidly flipped through it, found the Yang Corpse’s entry, took the Judge’s Pen with his other hand, and was about to draw a hook through the Yang Corpse’s name.
Just as the Judge’s Pen was about to fall on the Book of Life and Death, Mr. Zhao suddenly coughed violently and spat a mouthful of blood onto the sand. His whole body lost strength and he dropped to his knees; the golden Dharma Body behind him instantly dissipated.
"Alas, so Heaven has decreed." The Young Taoist sighed and slumped dejectedly onto the sand.
The Ghost Soldiers summoned by the Five Directions Banner were soon slaughtered to the last by the Yang Corpses.
The Yang Corpse dragged his spear, stepping toward Mr. Zhao one step at a time.
"Mr. Zhao!"
Song Xiaodong was about to rush forward but was blocked by the Young Taoist.
"Head of the Song clan, you saw it yourself—the tide has turned. We are no match for this thing. I and Mr. Zhao will hold him back; Head of the Song clan, take your wife and flee at once. If you don’t run now, there truly won’t be another chance."
Mr. Zhao knelt motionless on the ground, the Five Directions Banner fallen beside him. He stared blankly at the Yang Corpse drawing closer and closer, making no response.
The Yang Corpse raised his spear high.
A rumble of vehicles driving suddenly came from the desert.
The Yang Corpse’s eyes flickered; he actually spared Mr. Zhao and stopped moving toward him, turning instead to walk in the direction of the approaching vehicles.
Five vehicles drove up and lined abreast on the desert. A squad of warriors disembarked and used the vehicles as cover, leveling their guns at the Yang Corpse whose whole body burned with golden flames.
Zhao Ruonan stepped down from one of the vehicles, holding a box in her hand.
The Yang Corpse walked toward Zhao Ruonan step by step, his eyes fixed entirely on the box in her hands.
Zhao Ruonan walked until she was some distance away from the vehicles, then set the box on the ground.
Zhao Ruonan opened the box. Inside was a Little Golden Figure.
About the size of a fist, dressed in green with flowing sleeves, delicate and gentle—exactly the same as the green-robed woman they had seen before.
As soon as the box was opened, a phantom shot out of it and flew toward the Yang Corpse.
The golden flames on the Yang Corpse’s body went out, his armor fell away, revealing short ancient garb of green cloth—a handsome young man.
The phantom was in the form of a maiden in her prime. She sprinted across the desert and threw herself into the young man’s arms.
Chapter 2004: Five Hundred Sheep Died
Out of nowhere, wandering souls and wild ghosts flooded the desert like mountains and seas, surrounding the two of them in the center.
