Immortal Martial Emperor

Ten thousand Execution Corpse Warriors filled the heavens, spreading out in every direction.

They blocked every escape route, a dense swarm like a plague of locusts.

Except...

These Execution Corpse Warriors were far more formidable than any swarm of locusts!

"Hold them back!"

"Damn it! There are a lot of them, but they’re all just at the Primordial Core Realm Level. Don’t worry, everyone, just kill them!"

"Kill them all!"

Watching the dense swarm of Execution Corpse Warriors charge at them, Zhang Weilong and the others felt their skin crawl. However, they knew that this was no time to panic and fall into disarray.

Spurred on by their leaders’ roars,

the men who had been stunned by fear regained some of their composure and began to fight back against the Execution Corpse Warriors.

"Hmph, I’ll smash you to pieces!" Xiahuang Ba roared.

His fists moved like a pair of Flood Dragons churning the very air. The BOOMING sound of his Fist Gang striking the void was like the beating of war drums, and everywhere his attacks landed, several Execution Corpse Warriors were blasted to bits.

His power was simply terrifying.

With a single punch, he obliterated five Execution Corpse Warriors.

"See? They’re not as tough as they look! They’re weak!" Zhang Weilong shouted in excitement.

At once, Zhao Wushuang and the others felt their confidence surge. They all unleashed their attacks, sharp and deadly, piercing through one Execution Corpse Warrior after another.

Outside the ring of battle,

Feng Xue Xin and Young Master Yeban had also recovered from the shock of the Execution Corpse Warriors’ appearance.

With expressions of confusion and bewilderment, they asked, "Hong Yu, what is going on? These things..."

They pointed at the Execution Corpse Warriors that filled the sky.

Every single one was incredibly valiant and unafraid of death, charging headlong into the fray, vowing never to stop until their objective was met.

Even if the warrior in front of them had its head blown off, the one behind would immediately rush forward to tie up the enemy, determined to take a piece of their opponent with them even in death.

Hong Yu grinned. "These are Execution Corpse Warriors!"

"Execution Corpse Warriors?"

The two looked completely bewildered.

Execution Corpses were exceedingly rare even during the Ancient Era, the golden age of the Martial Dao. They had long since vanished into the river of history.

Of course, Young Master Yeban and Feng Xue Xin had never heard of them.

Hong Yu just smiled, offering no explanation.

Young Master Yeban frowned. "There are a lot of these Execution Corpse Warriors, but they don’t seem all that strong. Look, Xiahuang Ba and his men are already counterattacking. At this rate, I’m afraid these ten thousand warriors won’t last much longer!"

Feng Xue Xin nodded. "The situation looks bad for us. Should we retreat for now? Where there’s life, there’s hope!"

Hong Yu glanced at them, the corners of his mouth turning up in a chilling, inscrutable smile. "Don’t worry. They won’t be able to stop this."

"Hm?"

Feng Xue Xin and Young Master Yeban froze.

They couldn’t understand how Hong Yu could be so confident when the Execution Corpse Warriors were clearly on the losing end.

Just then...

BOOM!

Xiahuang Ba swung his Primordial Weapon, smashing a full twenty Execution Corpse Warriors to death.

Zhang Weilong and his men also took down a great number of them.

In total, over two thousand Execution Corpse Warriors had fallen, but they had taken more than seventy of the enemy’s lives with them.

This was all thanks to the Execution Corpses’ reckless charges. Sometimes, several Warriors would bind an opponent while another delivered the fatal blow. Other times, they employed mutually destructive tactics, simply blowing themselves up to take the enemy down with them.

In an instant, Xiahuang Ba’s forces had been reduced by a third.

"This is impossible! We can’t stop them! These things are suicidal..." Zhang Weilong’s face was ashen.

Xiahuang Ba roared, "You fool, we have to hold them back whether we can or not! This is our best chance to kill Hong Yu. If we fail, it will be even harder to get another shot at him."

Xiahuang Dun added, "That’s right! We must kill Hong Yu!"

Their eyes red with bloodlust, the men fought on.

The bloody battle raged on.

Half an hour later, only about fifty men remained fighting alongside Xiahuang Ba.

However, the number of Execution Corpse Warriors had also dwindled to just over two thousand.

Their group included more than ten experts at the Unparalleled True Dragon Level, so their combat prowess was naturally terrifying. Otherwise, they never could have killed so many Execution Corpse Warriors.

Xiahuang Dun’s eyes were crimson, glinting with bloodlust. "Good, there are only two thousand-some left. Once we finish them off, we can kill Hong Yu."

Zhang Weilong’s eyes were filled with venom. "He’s responsible for the deaths of so many of our men. We must kill him. Nothing else will quench the hatred in my heart."

"That’s right! Only two thousand monsters left! Victory is within our grasp!"

Their cold, murderous gazes all fell on Hong Yu and his two companions. "It’ll be your turn soon. This time, you’re dead!"

Facing the venomous threats from Xiahuang Dun and the others, Hong Yu simply grinned.

It was a contemptuous smile. "Xingtian," he said coolly, "stop playing around. End this."

"Yes, Big Brother!"

Xingtian suddenly let out a low roar.

The roar shook the heavens and made the mountains tremble.

It was an incredibly powerful surge of aura, and the expressions on the faces of Xiahuang Dun and his men—who had just been feeling complacent, thinking they were about to kill Hong Yu—changed drastically.

The Devouring Demon Tree behind Xingtian began to shake violently.

A torrent of black energy surged as countless tentacle-like vines writhed wildly in the air, sinister and terrifying like the flowing hair of a Demon.

RUMBLE!

One after another, the black energy vines shot out.

Their speed was incredible, making them impossible to defend against.

"Look out! Everyone, be careful!" Xiahuang Dun roared.

The fifty-odd survivors immediately huddled together.

But the vines didn’t attack them. Instead, they plunged into the ground, wrapping around the remains of the shattered Execution Corpse Warriors and the corpses of the fallen cultivators.

The vines pierced through their bodies.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

After piercing the corpses, the vines whipped back, dragging the bodies with them.

"What is he doing?"

"Cleaning up the battlefield?"

The experts all looked on in confusion.

Xiahuang Ba’s eyes flickered with hesitation and deep thought. Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically. "It... it couldn’t be..."

"Couldn’t be what?"

Xiahuang Dun asked, confused.

Zhang Weilong and the others stared at him in astonishment.

As they all watched, every single body retrieved by Xingtian was completely devoured by the Devouring Demon Tree.

A moment later...

One after another, Execution Corpse Spirit Fruits appeared on the Devouring Demon Tree.

"This... this can’t be real, can it?"

"Holy fuck! If this keeps up, who the hell can stop him?"

"What kind of monster is this?"

Xiahuang Ba and the others gulped, completely dumbfounded.

The next moment,

the Devouring Demon Tree behind Xingtian shook violently, and one by one, Execution Corpse Warriors reappeared. Though their numbers were somewhat reduced, there were still over five thousand of them.

In an instant, a total of over seven thousand Execution Corpse Warriors had once again surrounded Xiahuang Ba and his men, trapping them completely.

GULP.

Even someone as domineering as Xiahuang Ba couldn’t help but swallow hard, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He had always thought very highly of himself and possessed immense confidence.

But...

facing a practically endless army of Execution Corpse Warriors—fearless, suicidal, and capable of respawning after death—he was genuinely afraid.

Xiahuang Ba’s eye twitched. ’There’s no way we can win this,’ he thought. ’I’ll let them charge ahead in a bit, and I’ll find a chance to escape!’

His gaze wandered and he suddenly saw Xiahuang Dun, Zhang Weilong, and Zhao Wushuang—who had recovered slightly after taking a Pill—all looking his way.

Their eyes met for a moment, then they all quickly looked away.

But it was an unspoken understanding. They were all thinking the exact same thing.

Xiahuang Ba waved his hand grandly. "Don’t worry, everyone! These monsters are weaker than they look, much weaker than the last batch! Let’s get them!"

"That’s right, charge!"

"Kill them, and the Eldest Prince will reward you handsomely!"

Xiahuang Dun, Zhao Wushuang, and the others chimed in enthusiastically.

And so,

the remaining fifty-odd men charged forward like madmen, lured by the vague promise of a reward and the Eldest Prince’s favor.

"ROAR!"

Xingtian was enraged.

The seven thousand-plus Execution Corpse Warriors descended into a frenzy, unleashing attacks of ultimate power.

Just imagine...

Fifty-odd men, with each one facing over a hundred Execution Corpse Warriors simultaneously. Even powerhouses like Xiahuang Ba were exhausted, let alone the ordinary cultivators.

RUMBLE!

Ten Execution Corpse Warriors grabbed hold of a single cultivator and self-destructed, dragging him down to Hell.

"No! No! Don’t—!"

Another man was grabbed by ten Execution Corpse Warriors—one for each limb and his head, one even grabbing his manhood—and they all flew in different directions, tearing him apart more thoroughly than being drawn and quartered.

Blood rained from the sky.

"We have to go!"

The corner of Xiahuang Ba’s eye twitched violently. Daring not to linger a moment longer, he relied on his powerful physique and shot into the sky to escape.

Xiahuang Dun, Zhao Wushuang, and Zhang Weilong also scrambled to flee for their lives.

"Brother, save me!"

Zhang Weihu’s eyes were splitting with rage. He had been captured by the Execution Corpse Warriors. He glared venomously at Hong Yu. "You bastard! Let me go! If you don’t, my brother will make sure you die without a proper burial!"

"Little brother!"

The fleeing Zhang Weilong jerked to a halt, about to turn back and save Zhang Weihu.

Xiahuang Dun, who was beside him, quickly grabbed his arm. "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Go back now and all seven thousand of those unkillable monsters will be on you!"

"But... my little brother is still back there!" Zhang Weilong roared.

"Suit yourself," Xiahuang Dun said coldly, then shot into the air and vanished in a streak of light.

Zhang Weilong hesitated. Staring at the dense swarm of Execution Corpse Warriors, he felt his skin crawl. He roared, "Hong Yu, if you dare to harm my brother, I swear I will make you suffer a fate worse than death!"

Hong Yu glanced up at him coldly.

The corners of his lips curved up as he flicked a finger, sending out a cold, sword-like glint of light, sharp and deadly.

His indifferent voice echoed through the air, "I’ll be waiting to see how you make me suffer a fate worse than death."

As he spoke, the gleam of light flashed past.

PSST!

A drop of blood appeared on the brow of Zhang Weihu, who was already restrained by the Execution Corpse Warriors. It trickled down the bridge of his nose as his life faded completely.

"No... No..."

Zhang Weilong shrieked in agony. He and Zhang Weihu had been incredibly close. Seeing the brother he’d grown up with die before his eyes filled him with boundless fury, but even more so, with venomous hatred. "Good. Very good. Hong Yu, you just remember this. I am no match for you today, but the day Young Master Bai makes his move will be the day you die!"

Just as Zhang Weilong was about to leave, he suddenly heard something whistling through the air toward him.

WHOOSH!

Zhang Weilong caught it and discovered it was Zhang Weihu’s head.

Hong Yu said coolly, "Go back and tell Bai Luoxue and Venerable Xiahuang that I, Hong Yu, will remember how they ambushed my brother today. It won’t be long before I personally come to collect this debt. As for this... consider it a little greeting gift."

The corners of his mouth turned up, and his voice became even colder and sharper...

"Tell them... this is only the beginning!"