Chapter 140: Scattered to Ash!

Daoist Master Yuanyi was now fully unleashing his sword seals, and layer upon layer of sword qi sliced through the bindings on the terracotta warrior piece by piece.

And there, beneath the disintegrating shell, Master Shenshan’s figure was revealed. His eyes were shut tight, and his body was enshrouded in a faint golden glow, but he appeared to be completely unconscious. The golden light was merely the residual power of his Buddhist cultivation, protecting his spirit and soul.

Daoist Master Yuanyi had been using his Daoist sword art to forcibly break the cursed spellwork of the tomb. But just as the last trace of the warrior's shell binding Master Shenshan was dispelled, a thunderous drumbeat suddenly erupted from the black cloud in the tomb, echoing like rolling thunder. It was as if an ancient battlefield had come to life at that moment.

Suddenly, Daoist Master Yuanyi collapsed as if struck by lightning. His vision went black, and he collapsed silently to the ground!

Li Yanchu’s heart immediately sank. He struck out with a powerful palm, and a forceful, overwhelming wave of energy surged forward before slamming into the terracotta general.

At that moment, his body erupted with a divine, radiant aura; his blood and qi surged like a dragon, as if a celestial being from the Celestial Court had descended. At the same time, thunder and flames crackled around him, carrying a mighty divine wrath.

Li Yanchu charged forward in great strides, and his Jiaoslayer shimmered with golden divine light. With one sweeping arc—

Slash!

The terracotta general’s body was cleaved clean in two, then instantly shattered to pieces by the overwhelming qi radiating from the Jiaoslayer.

But he didn’t stop to deal with the other warriors. Instead, he turned and slashed directly toward the black cloud looming within the tomb. A brilliant, golden saber wave erupted from the strike, radiating a terrifying momentum.

From within the black cloud, an ancient and imposing bronze war chariot shrouded in desolate majesty suddenly emerged. Then, a torrent of murderous energy erupted from the bronze war chariot, soaring skyward.

When Li Yanchu’s saber qi collided with that oppressive energy, a massive shockwave exploded outward, rippling in layers across the tomb. Instantly, the surrounding terracotta warriors and cultivators were knocked off their feet.

Rumble...

Rumble...

Li Yanchu had now fully engaged the bronze war chariot in combat. The chariot’s soaring murderous aura condensed into various ancient, razor-sharp weapons, each carrying a boundless and desolate force. The entire tomb chamber shook violently.

Li Yanchu swept his gaze across the fallen warriors on the ground, and the battle intent surging through his body only grew stronger.

“Demonic filth! How dare you play tricks before me!”

In the vast void above, a beam of pure yang Divine Dao aura once again descended upon him. The borrowed divine power of Spirit Officer Wang grew even more potent and majestic as his voice roared like thunder.

The bronze war chariot actually hesitated slightly, as if shaken by the overwhelming authority and righteousness of his rebuke. But as the black cloud above regained its fierce and oppressive aura, a blazing beam of golden light suddenly descended.

Boom!

Li Yanchu’s Jiaoslayer came down in a devastating strike, splitting the bronze chariot apart. It shattered completely and was blown to pieces!

In that instant, the surrounding yin qi surged inward and was drawn toward the black cloud as though a massive black hole had appeared. It was as if the black cloud devoured all the evil and darkness in the tomb.

Then, the black mist suddenly twisted and contorted, forming into a giant human face. If not for the eerie and venomous aura it exuded, one might have seen that it faintly resembled a handsome young man.

“Southern Guardian Marquis!” Bai Hongtu’s voice held a trace of shock.

This massive face was unmistakably that of the finely dressed youth they had encountered earlier in the main tomb, Li Xun, Southern Guardian Marquis!

The enormous face suddenly opened its mouth wide, and a deadly sharp spear shot out from within like a bolt of lightning. The spear was imbued with insidiously sinister magic, and its mere appearance caused the surrounding temperature to plummet in an instant.

On the blue-brick walls of the tomb chamber, a thin layer of frost began to form; it was a terrifying phenomenon caused by yin qi condensing into physical substance.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the spear shot through the air toward Li Yanchu’s chest like a bolt of black lightning. Seeing this, Li Yanchu gripped his saber with both hands and brought it down in a clean, powerful arc, and the saber struck the venomous spear with pinpoint precision. In an instant, the spear was cleaved cleanly in two.

However, the broken spear, spat out by the enormous face of Southern Guardian Marquis, did not fall to the ground. Instead, it transformed into two longswords and continued to hurtle toward him.

Clink! Clink!

A glowing qi barrier flared to life in front of Li Yanchu, rising like a bronze wall of iron and directly blocking both sabers, thereafter sparks exploded from the impact.

Then, the enormous face of Southern Guardian Marquis opened its mouth again and spat out a single, massive word. It was roughly half a man tall, pitch-black, shrouded in faint mist and flew slowly through the air. It was far slower than the spear or swords from earlier.

And yet, Li Yanchu couldn’t dodge it. An invisible force had already locked onto him, leaving him with no choice but to face it head-on.

It was the word

decree

. The moment the word appeared, Li Yanchu felt his limbs bound by an unseen force. It wasn’t overwhelmingly strong, but it was incredibly resilient and tenacious.

If someone with the Heavenly Eye of Buddhist cultivation were watching, they would see that Li Yanchu’s arms and legs were already entangled in countless black threads. The black threads were dense and overlapped layer upon layer, and just looking at it would send a chill down one's spine.

Divine light burst forth in Li Yanchu’s eyes, and with a sharp motion, he plunged the Jiaoslayer into the ground. This time, the earth around him did not shatter from his overwhelming power. It looked as if he had casually driven the saber into the floor without much force nor fanfare.

Yet, the enormous face of Southern Guardian Marquis suddenly let out a piercing, blood-curdling scream. The black threads binding Li Yanchu's body snapped all at once, and a chunk of the massive face was suddenly torn away as if cleaved by an invisible saber.

“You weren’t my match before. Now that you’ve turned into this twisted ghost, you think you can win!?” Li Yanchu ripped his saber free, and a brilliant arc of saber qi surged out and ripped the monstrous face to shreds. His eyes blazed with courage, and his battle spirit was fierce and unyielding.

That enormous face, which had seemed to show nothing but hatred and distortion, let out a sharp shriek. Though it was torn apart by the saber qi, it reformed again. Only this time, a flicker of fear appeared in its eyes.

This massive visage seemed to be connected to the real Southern Guardian Marquis, Li Xun, but it was clearly not the same young nobleman from before.

Suddenly, fresh bright red and glaring blood began to seep out from the cracks between the tomb's blue bricks with a strong stench of rot and iron. It was truly a startling and sickening sight.

Within just a few breaths’ time, the blood had risen to ankle depth, and a thin layer of blood now covered the entire floor of the tomb chamber. It looked as if it would not stop until the entire chamber was flooded.

“Demonic filth, die!” Li Yanchu shouted. Behind him, a golden divine figure clad in golden armor surrounded by flames and thunder with a golden mace in hand materialized.

As Li Yanchu’s Jiaoslayer came crashing down, the golden Divine Dao phantom raised its golden weapon and brought it down in unison.

Boom!

The massive face of the Southern Guardian Marquis was obliterated and shattered completely, then it was blown apart into nothingness as if it had never existed at all.

The evil aura, killing intent, and yin qi that had filled the tomb vanished entirely and was now gone without a trace. Even the blood flooding the tomb floor dissipated instantly, as if it had never been there.

The once dark and eerie terracotta warriors, under the cleansing sweep of divine pure yang energy, began to shatter completely. One by one, they crumbled into ash!

From within the remains of the warriors, the figures of Wang Yunting and Master Huizhen slowly emerged.

Master Huizhen’s face was deathly pale, and the golden lacquer covering his body had flaked off in large patches, making him resemble a weathered temple statue long neglected and falling into disrepair.