As soon as the tent flap was lifted, a thick stench of blood, carried by the cold wind, hit me in the face!
All I could see were severed limbs!
All withered corpses!
Following the center of the chaos, I saw a tall figure bent over, its head at the neck of a soldier. The soldier was withering at a speed visible to the naked eye…
The lead Imperial Guard was terrified. From the python-patterned robe on the royal zombie, he recognized its identity.
The Prince… wasn't he dead?!
However.
This eerie scene did not frighten them.
The Dragon Guard had once defeated the martial arts masters of the Fourteen Provinces of Shenzhou upon entering the Pass.
After the Eight Banners had firmly established their rule over the empire, they had even plundered most of Shenzhou's martial arts techniques.
They had then become the hereditary guardians of the royal family.
These four brothers were the best of this generation of Dragon Guard, each of them confident in their own unrivaled martial arts prowess!
The Prince had single-handedly slaughtered a hundred-man soldier escort, and any one of them could easily do the same!
“Brothers, follow me to escort the Prince back to his coffin!”
Led by the leader, the four brothers strode forward, heads held high and chests out.
They swung their battleaxes, double swords, long hooks, and large hammers at the royal zombie!
The royal zombie seemed oblivious.
Seeing this, the four brothers' eyes flashed with disdain.
Is that all?
Until the axes and swords struck, the disdain in their eyes solidified!
Clang~!
Clang~!
Clang~!
Bang~!
The axes and swords struck, as if metal was colliding with metal!
To the four brothers, it felt less like they were hitting flesh and bone, and more like they were striking a heavy, rock-solid boulder!
And it was a type of boulder that came with built-in armor!
They lowered their heads to look at their hands, their eyes filled with shock.
The recoil force had caused their knuckles to split open and bleed, exposing bone and tendons!
The one wielding the hammer was even worse, his hands exploded into a bloody mist, leaving only shreds of flesh and skin clinging to the bare bones!
The royal zombie felt an itch behind him and turned his head. Seeing the four Dragon Guard, his bloodlust intensified. The greed and desire flowing in his eyes like those of a wild beast sent a shiver down their spines!
“Be careful, the Prince…”
Before he could finish his warning, the royal zombie attacked!
His speed was like a bolt of lightning. With just a simple swing of his hands, one of the guards, who had practiced body refinement techniques, was knocked flying. The sound of bones shattering and bursting came from his waist, and his entire body was twisted into a pile of rag doll, head and feet overlapping!
Before he even touched the ground, the royal zombie struck again, his hands reaching out and thrusting into the bodies of the two guards like tofu. With a violent pull, he tore out their hearts and stuffed them into his mouth!
As he chewed, the blood vessels connecting from the chest cavity to the hearts swayed and danced in the air.
The two guards looked down in disbelief before collapsing to the ground.
Seeing this, the leader, the only guard still alive, trembled all over, his heart filled with terror and despair.
It all happened so fast. From the moment the Prince turned around to the moment three of the four brothers were dead, it only took a matter of seconds!
How… how is this possible?
Faced with the royal zombie, he, who was capable of taking on a hundred enemies alone, felt as if he had been transported back to forty years ago, when he was just a helpless three-year-old.
He didn't understand why his brothers, who could also take on a hundred enemies alone, were defeated so quickly even when fighting together!
Despair, terror, shock, fear…
All sorts of negative emotions flooded his mind, leaving him unable to even think about resisting, he could only watch helplessly as the royal zombie grabbed him, feeling his life force rapidly draining away from his neck…
It wasn't until he was dying that he finally understood.
They could take on a hundred enemies because they could only take on a hundred enemies.
But now, the Prince could take on a hundred enemies because there were only a hundred people present!
On the other side, Qian He, with the help of Dong, Nan, and Bei, moved the coffin lid.
He looked at the royal zombie, his gaze heavy with concern.
The previous battle… no! The slaughter, he had witnessed it all!
The martial arts prowess of the four Imperial Guards was extraordinary, they could be considered martial arts masters.
If it came to just fists and kicks, he wouldn't be able to defeat the four of them without using his Daoist techniques!
Yet these four, faced with the royal zombie, couldn't even last a single round!
“So this is a silver-armored corpse… so fierce!”
Qian He's voice was weak, his face pale and sickly.
He was only at the seventh level of the True Person Realm, and had no chance against the royal zombie!
The royal zombie glanced at him, making Qian He's heart pound in his chest. He thought a life-or-death battle was about to begin, but to his surprise, the royal zombie turned away, leaping towards the tent.
Dong swallowed nervously and said, “Master, let's run while we have the chance. Let's go find Master Simu and Master Yixiu to work together to deal with this threat!”
Nan, Bei, and Xi also stared at Qian He with burning eyes.
Although it was the duty of the Maoshan disciples to exorcise demons and protect the righteous, it depended on who they were dealing with!
Han Chinese must fight, but these Qing dogs… not worth it!
“No!”
“Bring me my thousand-year peachwood sword!”
Qian He shook his head slowly and reached out to Dong.
Dong hesitated, “Master…”
Qian He's eyes hardened, “The sword!”
Seeing this, Dong knew his master had made up his mind, and he sighed, handing him a bright red peachwood sword.
When their former master passed away, he had left all of his life's accumulated magical artifacts to his disciples.
Master Yixiu received the master's whisk and the Eight Trigrams Yin-Yang Mirror.
Their own master received the thousand-year peachwood sword.
Knowing the journey would be dangerous, the master had brought it with him.
Qian He took the peachwood sword and ran quickly towards the royal zombie.
As he ran, he said, “You four are useless, get lost. Go warn Brother Simu!”
He didn't want to face the royal zombie either.
But the royal zombie and the young prince were from the same lineage, their blood intertwined. If the royal zombie were to suck the blood of his own kin, it would become even more ferocious!
He was prepared to die, to buy time for the royal zombie. But… his disciples were young, all the misfortunes should fall on the master's shoulders.
Dong, Nan, Bei, and Xi looked at each other, understanding each other's thoughts, and without a word, they took out their magical artifacts and followed Qian He.
The mud outside the tent was messy, the corpses lay everywhere.
But inside the tent, a warm fire was keeping things cozy, peaceful and serene.
The young prince lay on his bed, covered with a silk blanket.
Hearing footsteps, he thought it was the Dragon Guard returning, and casually glanced at Manager Wu.
Manager Wu stepped forward to check, and before he could lift the tent flap, he saw a pair of black hands suddenly tear the flap apart.
Through the torn fabric, Manager Wu saw a face with a green complexion, fangs, and blood-red eyes.
“Ah~~!!!”
“Protect the prince! Someone! Protect the…”
Manager Wu jumped in place, screaming with a high-pitched voice.
But before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly.
He widened his eyes in disbelief, noticing the bodies littering the ground.
This scene was also witnessed by the young prince.
He opened his mouth slightly, his eyes filled with indescribable fear. His mind went blank!
Rip~
With the sound of claws piercing flesh, the royal zombie grabbed Manager Wu's arms tightly and tore them apart!
One arm was unable to withstand the force and was torn off at the shoulder!
The royal zombie casually threw him aside, his blood-red eyes fixed on the young prince…