Chapter 122: The Corpse King Strikes

"Hahaha!" Sensing the morale of the Ghost Abyss army collapsing, Yang Guang laughed triumphantly. "My Heavenly Ghost army is destined to win this battle, and your Ghost Abyss army is doomed to fail. If you surrender obediently, perhaps I will show mercy and spare your lives. Otherwise, under the onslaught of my Heavenly Ghost army, not a single soul will be left alive."

Yang Guang’s words immediately sowed panic among the Ghost Abyss forces. Observers from various factions sighed and shook their heads; they had hoped the Ghost Abyss City would be able to hold its own against Heavenly Ghost City, ideally dragging both into a mutual defeat. But now, it seemed certain that the Ghost Abyss army would fall—once morale is shattered, an army is nothing more than useless fodder that can no longer turn the tide. Perhaps it was time for a new era in the Underworld. Though they felt reluctant, they had to accept the inevitable.

"Don't you dream, you bastard! The only way we'll surrender is if you eat shit," Meng Feixue snapped, her face twisted with hatred. In the previous wave of attacks, her most valued subordinate had been killed, and she was consumed by rage.

Noticing the murderous fury in her eyes, Yang Guang frowned. "Once I capture you, I’ll make sure you find out exactly what that tastes like."

"You..." Meng Feixue was incensed.

Yang Guang laughed loudly. "You foul woman, you’re too green to trade barbs with me. Though, your skin is quite tender; I imagine you’ll be very pleasurable in bed, won't you?"

"You..." Meng Feixue was left speechless, her eyes burning with murderous intent.

Yang Guang sneered, "You pathetic woman, you can't kill me. If you just behave and become my woman, I might spare you!"

"Stop your nonsense! I will kill you today. Taste my blade!"

Meng Feixue knew she was no match for Yang Guang, but the thought of enduring such humiliation was intolerable. With a cold glare, she lunged at him.

Jun Yao watched the scene, shaking her head slightly, then turned to the Corpse King. "I must trouble you to intervene, Corpse King!"

The Corpse King nodded and darted forward. With a wave of his massive hand, a vast surge of demonic energy swept out like a silken ribbon, sending thousands of Heavenly Ghost soldiers flying and shattering their ghost-formation.

Yang Guang, who had been dominating his fight with Meng Feixue, saw his soldiers being swept aside and his laughter died instantly. He looked at the Corpse King in terror. "Who are you?"

"The one who will kill you!" The Corpse King snorted, striking Yang Guang with a heavy palm that sent him hurtling backward, freeing Meng Feixue from danger.

The sight of the Corpse King striking Yang Guang down inspired a surge of hope in the Ghost Abyss army.

The various factions watching were equally stunned. Yang Guang was a master of the Dao Extreme Realm, yet this stranger had sent him flying with a single blow. This man must also be at least a Dao Extreme master. They couldn't understand how the Governor’s Mansion had suddenly acquired so many experts—two of them at the Dao Extreme level. They dared to speculate that if not for the interference of foreign powers, Heavenly Ghost City would have fallen, and Ghost Abyss City would have unified the Underworld. But now, with outsiders involved, even the strength of the Governor’s Mansion might not be enough to shift the situation.

"It's the Corpse King," someone recognized him and shouted.

The news grabbed the attention of all the faction leaders. They had heard of the Corpse King, but he was supposedly only at the early stage of the Dao Extreme Realm. To easily strike down Yang Guang required the power of a peak Dao Extreme master, forcing them to re-evaluate his strength.

Seeing Yang Guang in a near-death state, the Wuji Young Master sneered at the Corpse King with surprise. "So, you are the Corpse King? A great demon, and a peak Dao Extreme one at that. How interesting."

"Judging by your aura, you must be a descendant of a Blood Dragon. If you submit to me and become my mount, I guarantee you endless wealth and glory. I might even find you a female dragon to relieve your loneliness."

"You dreaming of me submitting to you? If you crawl over and act like a dog, I might spare your life. Otherwise, I will slaughter your entire clan."

The Corpse King was incensed. As an exalted Demon Emperor who once dominated the world—before being defeated and sealed by King Xiao—he had fallen far, but his dragon pride could not be desecrated. This insult hit his "reverse scale," the point of certain death.

To the Corpse King, the Wuji Young Master now looked like a blood enemy, one who had to die.

The Wuji Young Master hadn't expected a single sentence to provoke such killing intent. He felt a moment of unease but quickly steadied himself. As a peak Dao Extreme master with an unfathomable background, he didn't believe the Corpse King could kill him.

"You dare threaten to slaughter my clan?" he sneered. "Do you even know who I am? If I told you, you’d be scared to death."

"I don't care who you are! Even if you were the Heavenly Emperor himself, I would kill you today!" The Corpse King roared, his hand moving to manifest a spear made of pure demonic energy.

He lunged at the Wuji Young Master, the spear spinning to create a thousand phantoms that engulfed his opponent.

The overwhelming sharpness of the attack shocked the onlookers; this was no ordinary peak Dao Extreme technique.

Facing the incoming spear, the Wuji Young Master sneered. "Hahaha! Big talk. Since you refuse to know your place, I’ll show you my true power."

"Nether Shield!"

As all eyes watched, the Wuji Young Master struck, and a dark, gloomy shield appeared before him, deflecting the thousand spears. He then manifested a dark blade and charged at the Corpse King.

The scene turned terrifying. Under the Wuji Young Master's relentless barrage, the Corpse King was forced back, firmly suppressed. Every collision felt like a brush with death; he nearly lost his head more than once.

The Ghost Abyss army watched in anxiety. They had hoped the Corpse King would turn the tide, but it seemed useless.

Jun Yao wore a grave expression. The Wuji Young Master’s strength exceeded her wildest expectations. She glanced at the Nether Cage. Though she couldn't see inside, her intuition told her Jiang Xiaofei was still alive. She pinned all her hopes on him breaking out soon.

Inside the cage, Jiang Xiaofei was deeply troubled. The sounds of battle outside made him anxious. The Nether Cage was as impenetrable as the Phoenix Domain, but it was reinforced with an extra layer of "Rule Power." This was what suppressed his strength, rendering even his Black and White Qi useless.

Just then, a voice echoed in his mind: "Heh heh, boy, do you need an old man to give you a hand?"