CHAPTER 199: CHAPTER 144: WHO IS THE OTHER DEAD PERSON?

The spiral horn of the wildebeest radiated a chilling aura, even in this hot summer, leaving a thin layer of frost in the air, as if enshrouding these knights in mist.

The bluish spiral horn, the cold iron hooves, were almost upon them, and more importantly, they did not stop...

There was only ten feet left between the two sides.

Six feet, three feet...

Getting closer, the spear in Du Hongyue’s hand seemed to be imbued with a hint of coldness, making her hands stiff.

Clang!

When the distance was less than three feet, the foremost cavalryman suddenly raised his long halberd, pointing it forward, its edge sharp and cold.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The silence was deathly, with only the sound of hoofbeats echoing.

Du Hongyue could clearly feel her back drenched in cold sweat, her forehead icy all over.

Retreat! Or not?

She had envisioned many scenarios of the Lord of Youdu’s appearance.

Domineering, heroic, ruthless...

She even thought that once the Lord of Youdu appeared, he would slaughter everyone in front of the mountain gate.

But...

She never imagined facing such a situation.

The chill was overwhelming, the edge was closing in.

Dodge or not?

Many thoughts flashed through Du Hongyue’s mind, her knuckles on the spear turning white.

Clang!

The iron armor vibrated, the war halberd cut through the air, and the wildebeest trampled over frost as it rolled forward.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Du Hongyue panted heavily, falling to one knee, retreating to the sides of the Great Tao, making way for these Frost Soul Cavalry.

Her fair face seemed tinged with a layer of bluish hue, her eyes filled with barely concealed pain and anger, along with deep helplessness.

Eight Hall Masters lined up on either side, kneeling on one knee, greeting the incoming master like servants.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

As row after row of Frost Soul Cavalry passed by, they made the crisp sound of iron armor colliding.

Soon, a palanquin carried by four Vajra Slaves arrived in front of the mountain gate.

Du Hongyue suddenly stood up, standing up amid the stunned, fearful, unwilling, and painful gazes of the other elders.

"Yuncang Sword Sect Fighting Hall Master Du..."

Splurt!

A head flew up, beautiful yet unyielding, eyes filled with determination and persistence.

Gulong gulong...

The head rolled on the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

A knight following behind the palanquin stepped forward, the wildebeest lowered its head and picked up the head with its tusked mouth, while the knight stabbed the headless body with his iron halberd, lifting it up.

Blood flowed along the cold iron halberd, even dripping onto the knight’s face.

Crunch!

The head encased in the helmet moved slightly, finally revealing some features, like a shriveled corpse buried underground for a long time, sprouting white hair and emitting the stench of decay and blood.

The exposed eye sockets contained only ice-like blue.

Immediately, he used his leaf-like tongue to lick the blood splattered on his face, then lowered his iron halberd, bringing a leg of the headless corpse to his eyes.

Crunch!

He bit into it!

"Ah... Junior Sister..."

The Mountain Guardian Hall Master Xue Jingshan could no longer bear it, his eyes filled with blood, the woman he adored for a lifetime, the woman he protected for a lifetime, died like this in front of him.

She died just like that!

That head, that beautiful face, the lips he dreamed of kissing countless times, were being chewed by a beast.

"Ah!"

At the moment of roaring out, Xue Jingshan’s body shattered, blood soared into the sky, raining down like a storm, splattering on others’ faces and bodies.

The Yellow Dragon Hidden Sword True Technique he desperately tried to unleash turned into a bright yellow sword light, stretching twelve feet long, soaring like a flood dragon.

And then...

It shattered!

Like a beautiful firework, it shattered in the air.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Iron hooves stomped, treading over blood, frost spreading out, freezing the corpses.

Splurt!

Another iron halberd, lifting the mangled corpse.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

Two riders, two wildebeests, the sound of chewing completely shattered everyone’s hearts.

Fear, darkness, and coldness spread in all directions.

All the disciples on the distant peaks, observing everything in front of the mountain gate, saw this scene clearly.

Dead! Just like that, dead!

Dead without a complete body, swallowed alive, turned into food!

At some point, Zeng Shoujing appeared inside the mountain gate, not far from the riders on the mountain path.

Today, he wore a blue robe, his head wrapped in a square scarf, dressed like a scholar, but the sword hanging at his waist was completely crimson, the hilt engraved with flame patterns, greatly mismatched with his attire and demeanor.

He was always a gentle and elegant man, like a teacher, an unusual figure among the many hot-tempered disciples of Chixiao Peak.

But few knew his terrifying talent and mastery of the Sect’s "Lihuo Shenxiao Sword Scripture," which he had perfected many years ago, even beginning to create his own Divine Skill, called "Great Sun Gold Seal."

The sword in his hand was named Taihao, practicing the Path of the Great Sun.

Beneath the gentle and elegant face and demeanor lay a solitary and proud heart filled with endless ambition.

"If I could have another twenty years, my ’Great Sun Gold Seal’ could reach the Celestial Human level..."

"Unfortunately, I don’t have the time!"