CHAPTER 198: CHAPTER 144: WHO IS THE OTHER DEAD PERSON?

The icy horseshoes, the spiraling azure horn, and the fur like black satin—these are the unicorn horses of Youdu.

They emit a cold aura that leaves frost wherever they go.

The unicorn horses do not eat grass; they eat meat and their favorite is human flesh.

And the Frost Soul Iron Armor Knights riding these unicorn horses, to many people, are not humans but ghosts, monsters, emotionless, lifeless killing machines.

They usually lie dormant in ancient tombs deep within the earth, and when summoned, they ride the unicorn horses to commence a bloody massacre, nourishing their bodies and souls with blood and entrails.

Three thousand Frost Soul Cavalry advance in the wilderness, the unicorn horses and the knights marked by mottled bloodstains, with even some fragments of entrails embedded in the seams of their iron armor.

Their hoofprints leave a thin layer of frost on the ground, and droplets of blood spill onto the icy surface, diffusing a crimson hue.

At the center of these knights is a sedan, exquisite and luxurious, hinting at a touch of tenderness.

This sedan is framed with red satin and white jade, embroidered with gold thread depicting a phoenix and a peacock in an embrace, their eyes vivid, poised to soar and fly together.

This sedan stands in stark contrast to the silent, bloody, and brutal Frost Soul Knights, like a delicate water lotus forcibly blooming on ice.

Carrying the sedan are the Vajra Slaves, towering figures from Yun State, their statures reaching twelve feet, with muscles coiling like dragons, possessing immense strength and rugged skin.

When they first appeared in the Northern Lands, many civilians worshiped them as divine spirits and demons, but soon they became Youdu’s slaves, the best laborers and thugs.

Four Vajra Slaves bear the sedan, ensuring that no matter how steep or rugged the path, the sedan on their shoulders remains unmoved, sparing the occupant within any jolt.

This procession departed from Youdu, traversing the Three Commanderies of Liangzhou, overthrowing thirteen cities, killing millions, and came unobstructed to the foot of Yun Cang Mountain.

The Yuncang Sword Sect, once the overlord of Liangzhou, claiming to be the protector of Liangzhou, could only watch powerlessly.

They could only bury their heads like ostriches in the sand, unable to witness the atrocities outside or hear the cries of the people.

Thus, they trembled, waiting within the great mountains for the ruler of Youdu to pronounce their life or death sentence.

The procession from Youdu was silent, save for the sound of horseshoes on ice, without a breath to be heard, oh, except for the beast-like panting of the four Kunlun Slaves.

When these beings, that could scarcely be called human, appeared at the foot of Yun Cang Mountain, the ancient sect that produced countless legendary figures, the overlord of Liangzhou, finally awaited the great personage who would determine their fate with trembling anticipation.

The eight hall masters of the Yuncang Sword Sect had long been waiting at the mountain gate, and when they saw the three thousand Frost Soul Cavalry, the icy hooves of the unicorn horses, and the sedan,

their hearts seemed to be clutched tightly by an invisible hand, an indescribable aura instantly enveloped everyone’s hearts, like a grip on their throats, making it difficult to breathe.

Silence, a deathly silence!

The Yuncang Mountain, which had been stirred into a frenzy by Lu Chengfeng’s orders, seemed to plunge into a sudden winter, leaving not a sound.

Click! Click! Click!

They were getting closer.

Buzz!

Du Hongyue, the master of Fighting Hall, a resolute and fiery woman, suddenly clenched the steel spear in her hand, her brows slightly raised, stepping forward.

This footstep seemed to break a certain shackle, awakening the other paralyzed and almost immobile hall masters beside her from their stupor. They exchanged glances and saw the fear and horror in each other’s eyes.

However, they could no longer afford to discuss or hesitate, instinctively following Du Hongyue to step forward, reaching twelve yards outside the mountain gate.

"Du Hongyue, Hall Master of Fighting Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Xue Jingshan, Hall Master of Mountain Guardian Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Xiao Shengyun, Hall Master of Law Enforcement Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Chi Luoyang, Hall Master of Transmission Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Mo Xigu, Hall Master of Celestial Treasure Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Mu Yunting, Hall Master of Ministry of Affairs of the Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Li Bafang, Hall Master of Tian Gong Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Xie Guisheng, Hall Master of Zhili Hall of the Yuncang Sword Sect."

"Greetings to the Lord of Youdu."

The eight hall masters, eight supreme experts who had achieved perfection in Sword Intent, spoke in unison, their Sword Intent shook the clouds, their Sword Qi soared, resounding with clangor, tearing apart all the cold and dead silence, shattering the serenity of Yun Cang.

Yet no one spoke.

The three thousand Frost Soul Knights of Youdu, seeming to overlook them, continued their advance, their high-pitched calls echoing through the mountains, eventually dissipating.

The world was enveloped in a chill silence, only the sound of horse hooves resonated.

Du Hongyue couldn’t help but change her expression.

The three thousand iron cavalry entered the mountain, without dismounting, without halting.

They ignored the reception and shouts of the eight hall masters.

They proceeded coldly and calmly.

Soon they arrived before Du Hongyue and the others.

"What should we do?" was the shared thought.

But there was no more time left for further discussions, not even a moment to ponder.