Facing the gaze of the Royal Zombie, the young prince's face turned as white as a sheet of paper.
In this moment, his world changed, as if it had lost its color.
He couldn't hear Wu Guan Shi's cries of anguish, but the stench of blood that filled his nostrils was even stronger, so strong it made his heart tremble, fear chilling him to the bone!
“Uncle…Uncle King, I am your most beloved Little Seventy-Two!”
The young prince, trembling with fear, forced a smile, his face plastered with flattery.
The joys and sorrows of people do not resonate with each other.
If the Royal Zombie could speak, he would surely say, ‘Nephew, my dear little nephew, Uncle King has come to see you!’
“Hoh~!”
Nephew, you smell so good!
The Royal Zombie pounced towards the young prince like a bolt of lightning.
The young prince instinctively tried to flee, but was overwhelmed by the corpse energy, his whole body went limp. He mustered all his strength, but not only did he fail to escape, he also soiled himself!
Clang~!
A crimson peachwood sword shot towards them.
It struck the Royal Zombie, radiating a blinding crimson light. The Royal Zombie, as if struck by a giant hammer, was sent flying backwards!
Qian He, using the Celestial Step, charged into the tent and grabbed the crimson peachwood sword, which was also flying backwards!
Though he was drenched and looked utterly disheveled, it didn't diminish the sharp aura he exuded!
Seeing that he had been saved, the young prince breathed a sigh of relief, then a wave of intense shame and anger surged through him: “You dog of a servant, you useless fool, why did you only come now?! You almost let Uncle King hurt me!”
“Don't you hurry and send Uncle King back to his coffin, if you let him commit more carnage, can you, with your lowly status, bear the consequences?!”
He didn't think about how he had a sedan chair to shelter him from the wind and rain, but he insisted on grabbing the first tent!
If the coffin had been brought into the tent first and the suppression measures strengthened in time, there wouldn't have been such a dangerous situation.
Alas…there are no ifs in the world.
Qian He had no time to argue or debate with him, he simply swung the peachwood sword and charged towards the Royal Zombie, who was getting back to his feet.
“This Daoist is no match for the zombie, I don't know how long I can hold out. If the young prince wants to live, he should flee quickly!”
“Flee? Me?!”
The young prince's eyes widened, he was in the middle of nowhere, a child like him, where could he run?
Qian He didn't answer, nor did he have the strength to answer.
Even though he wielded the thousand-year-old peachwood sword passed down by his master, he was still outmatched against the Royal Zombie. Each parry was a life-or-death struggle, a precarious effort!
Seeing Qian He, swaying precariously, on the verge of death, the young prince shuddered, trembling, he climbed down from the bed and stumbled towards the exit, fleeing.
As he fled, he vented his anger with curses: “Useless! All of you are useless! You can't even send Uncle King back to his coffin, what good are you?!”
He bypassed the battle between the man and the corpse, dashed out of the tent, and collided head-on with Dong, Nan, Bei, and Xi.
Seeing the four of them, his eyes lit up with frantic joy, he roared: “You disciples failed to guard the coffin and disturbed Uncle King's slumber. Your master stayed behind, you quickly take this prince to a safe place!”
His arrogant and haughty demeanor, like he was ordering servants, enraged Dong, Nan, Bei, and Xi, who had been enduring it all the way.
They had already decided to follow their master to death, and they didn't care about women, children, or foreign princes!
Dong glared fiercely at the young prince.
His parents as the center, his ancestors as the radius, he launched into an immediate attack, zero frames wasted!
“I'll go to hell with you, you bastard!”
“If it weren’t for you, you dog of a scion, grabbing the tent, this wouldn't have happened?!”
“With you, such a mindless scion, as a descendant, it's no wonder the Qing dynasty perished. If I were your father, I would have shoved you back in your mother's mouth!”
They, the five disciples, could have lived today!
All because of him!
“You…you…you dare to curse me?!”
The young prince's lips trembled, he couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to curse back, but facing the murderous gazes of Dong, Nan, Bei, and Xi, he swallowed his words.
“Get lost!!!”
Dong gritted his teeth and yelled at him to get lost, then rushed into the tent with his three junior brothers to help their master.
The young prince spat at their backs, then, catching sight of the Royal Zombie, he trembled and stumbled into the forest, fleeing!
Qian He, who was under immense pressure, took a direct hit from the Royal Zombie!
He was sent flying backwards and caught by Dong, Nan, Bei, and Xi.
Recognizing his disciples, Qian He was both anxious and angry: “Why did you come here?! I told you to leave, to leave!!!”
Dong grinned: “Though your disciples are not as good as their master, they wouldn't abandon their master in danger and flee for their own lives!”
Nan scratched his head: “Master, don't underestimate the bond between us disciples!”
Bei and Xi simply smiled foolishly.
Qian He, who hadn't even cried when his master had died, his eyes welled up with tears.
“Alright, alright, alright! No one’s leaving, we disciples will stay here today and fight this silver-armored corpse to the death!”
He yelled "alright" three times, and brandishing the peachwood sword, he charged towards the Royal Zombie!
Dong, Nan, Bei, and Xi roared, gripping the Soul-Binding Rope and rushed forward to provide support!
They four had been practicing with their master since childhood.
They had been following Qian He around since they were young, and compared to Qiu Sheng and Jia Le, who had been cultivating in the temple, they had more combat experience, their realms were relatively higher, and their cooperation was extremely skillful.
Using the power of the artifact, they provided effective support, greatly reducing the pressure on Qian He!
But good things didn't last. Sensing his dearest blood leaving, the Royal Zombie, who had been moving instinctively, became enraged!
His killing intent surged!
“Hoh~~!!”
He roared and swung his arm powerfully. Dong, Nan, Bei, and Xi, who were tightly gripping the Soul-Binding Rope, were thrown like rags, flung over ten meters, flying out of the tent and crashing heavily into the trees, coughing up blood. For a long time, they couldn't get up!
The thick trees, they crashed into were broken, six or seven of them!
Qian He's eyes were bloodshot, his heart filled with grief. Facing the Royal Zombie's clawing hands, he didn't dodge, he held the peachwood sword and thrust it at the Royal Zombie!
“You vile beast, this Daoist will kill you!!!”
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle~~~~
Bang!!!
The thousand-year-old peachwood sword pierced through the Royal Zombie's chest, piercing him through. The crimson light of banishing evil and warding off defilement surged. The Royal Zombie's corpse energy dissipated, white smoke sizzled from his chest.
Qian He was also hit hard, flying backwards, crashing onto the ground and spitting out blood!
The Royal Zombie let out a pained roar and sped towards Qian He!
“Master!”
Dong, Nan, Bei, and Xi were filled with grief.
“It's Master's fault for not taking care of you…”
Qian He's face held no fear, his gaze towards Dong, Nan, Bei, and Xi was filled with guilt and remorse. He then closed his eyes, his life's experiences flashing before his eyes.
He began cultivating as a child, became famous as a youth, and in middle age, he became renowned throughout the land…
Throughout his journey, he had personally slain thousands of evil spirits, zombies, and demons!
Alas, this time, he hadn't been as lucky as before.
“My disciples are not skilled enough in Daoism, I have shamed Master…”
Qian He mumbled, the pain he anticipated never came, instead, a piercing roar startled him, and he opened his eyes!
He looked up and saw a bronze giant sword, three meters long, standing before him.
The Royal Zombie had been knocked back several meters!
“Senior Brother! Master Yi Xiu!”
Hearing his disciple's choked voice, Qian He's body trembled, he turned his head in disbelief and saw a Daoist, wearing glasses and looking unkempt, and a round-faced monk running towards him.
Seeing the undisguised anger on the Daoist's face, Qian He grinned: “Sorry, Senior Brother, I made you worry…”