Slaying the Flying Corpse King

Blood rained from the sky as the Sacred Dragon’s chest was pierced clean through. Yet even then, it did not die. It roared in fury, a sound that shook Chang’an to its foundations.

“Wretched human, even if I die, I will drag you down with me…”

The Sacred Dragon’s body burst with blinding radiance as it recklessly charged at Xiao Chen, its life force blazing. Its broken dragon wings, like two storm clouds, swept toward him, attempting to engulf him and drag him to the underworld.

On the Mist and Rain Tower, countless cultivators watched tensely. Several kings of the foreign races stared as well.

Xiao Chen had no intention of being enveloped by its blazing life essence. With a spiritual fluctuation, he unleashed a ripple of the Origin Heavenly Sound, the syllable ‘Death’ striking directly at the Sacred Dragon’s skull, seeking to destroy its soul and stop its maddened charge.

“Die!”

With a sound like a thunderclap, the very heavens trembled. A visible beam of death coalesced into a streak of black light, streaking across the sky like a demonic spear. The black light, trailing a long tail, pierced the Sacred Dragon’s head. With a soft ‘pfft,’ a hole thick as a water barrel appeared, and then the enormous skull began to melt like ice and snow, half of it instantly crumbling away.

The Sacred Dragon let out a bitter howl. With half its head gone, its soul suffered a devastating blow, nearly dispersing on the spot. Yet the vitality of the dragon race was indeed tenacious. Even with half its soul shattered and half its skull lost, it did not die immediately. It tumbled in the sky, then erupted with an even more dazzling light, hurtling toward the Chang’an below.

Clearly, it knew it could not destroy Xiao Chen, but in its dying moments, it burned with rage and unwillingness, seeking to slaughter the living beings in the city.

How could Xiao Chen allow such brutality? His linen garments billowed as he dove swiftly, seizing the thick tail of the Sacred Dragon with both hands. With a great shout, he lifted the massive creature upside down.

The onlookers below drew sharp breaths. What divine strength was this? A human actually lifted a behemoth seventy or eighty meters long by its tail! Truly possessing the power to shake mountains and rivers.

Xiao Chen gripped the Sacred Dragon’s tail, shot into the sky, then shook his hands and struck with the Hand of the Supreme Being. Though the blow landed on the dragon’s tail, the force traveled throughout its entire body. Every scale was shaken loose and rained down in a storm of blood. The scales themselves turned to ash as they fell.

With a mighty tear, the Sacred Dragon split into four parts—utterly dead.

The scene was staggering. A dragon had been slain before their eyes.

Xiao Chen’s left hand swept across the sky, and with his space ring he collected the remains of the Sacred Dragon. This was a legendary dragon; every inch of its body was a treasure. But he planned not to refine artifacts, but to use it as food for the children of the God Village in the world of the dead.

Anyone who knew his thoughts would be stunned—that was a legendary Sacred Dragon, about to become a meal!

Xiao Chen descended from the sky, not a single drop of blood on him. It seemed he had expended little effort in killing a Sacred Dragon, leaving every observer feeling uneasy, wondering if that creature had truly been a dragon.

Light footsteps echoed from within the Mist and Rain Tower. The final private room finally yielded a figure. His attire was ancient, as if from centuries past—a black robe wrapped tightly around his tall, withered frame.

Everyone was shocked. This was definitely not a normal human. His hair had no luster, the flesh on his face was dried and wrinkled, clinging to his skull like cracked yellow wax. His deep, black eye sockets were hollow, occasionally flashing with crimson light, eerie and terrifying. His body showed no signs of life; he was like a mummy, or a thousand-year-old ghost freshly unearthed from a coffin.

Without a word, he walked straight toward Xiao Chen and extended a withered, claw-like hand. Five fingers traced five streaks of black light, sweeping toward Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen lashed out with the Hand of the Supreme Being. Cracking sounds rang out as the five streaks of black light shattered and vanished.

“Heh…” A soft laugh came from the sky. The Fallen Angel King’s voice, bewitchingly sweet, said, “The Lich King finally makes his move. Are you trying to take his soul?”

The cultivators on the Mist and Rain Tower drew cold breaths. This strange being was also a king of the foreign races!

The War King and the Ant King’s expressions shifted slightly. Clearly, the Lich King was an immensely powerful existence, renowned even among the hundred races.

“No, I only wanted to test whether he truly has the strength to contend with the Rakshasa King.” The Lich King’s voice was like two iron plates grinding together, sharp and grating. He ceased his attack and faced Xiao Chen. “The Rakshasa King is nearly invincible…”

The cultivators on the tower were horrified. Xiao Chen had just casually slain a Sacred Dragon, yet such prowess was not enough to match the Rakshasa King? That was truly terrifying!

Xiao Chen had already learned that the Rakshasa King had killed many human experts, and no one had lasted five moves against him. It was easy to imagine just how fearsome he was. No wonder Jin Sanyi and the others had gone to such lengths to set a trap for him.

Just then, two figures flew in from the distant sky, passing over Chang’an toward the direction of the Sacred Dragon King’s roar. Xiao Chen glanced at the Lich King, saw no intention to fight, and soared into the air to pursue.

A few kings of the foreign races were either blocked or not moving, so Xiao Chen had no reason to stay. He wanted to see how Jin Sanyi and the others were faring. As he passed the Inverse Dragon King, he gave him a deep look but did not worry.

Xiao Chen flew at extreme speed and soon caught up to the two figures. They were two Rakshasa, their skin dark green like vengeful ghosts, hideous and ferocious.

“Where are you two rushing off to?”

“None of your business! Get out of the way!” The Rakshasa, who had been slaughtering human experts with arrogant abandon, did not take him seriously, seeing his human attire.

“The Rakshasa King has allied with the Sacred Dragon King. I suppose you heard the Sacred Dragon King’s roar and are rushing to his aid?”

“So what? Move!” The two Rakshasa blazed with green light and attacked Xiao Chen directly.

“I had intended to use you to send a message to the Rakshasa King. But now I see that some things don’t need to be said—they need to be done. I will repay in kind. Today, I will begin killing Rakshasa!”

“Kill Rakshasa? Ha ha…” They laughed crazily and charged. One thrust a trident at Xiao Chen’s chest, while the other spat gray death mist that rolled toward him.

They were now at the edge of Chang’an; the crowd on the Mist and Rain Tower could only vaguely make out three figures. Xiao Chen, having no further concerns, unleashed the ‘Weng’ Heavenly Sound.

Boom!

The two Rakshasa instantly shattered. They were not as strong as the Sacred Dragon, and under that Origin Heavenly Sound, they perished completely, body and soul.

The people on the tower gasped. They had barely seen Xiao Chen move, and yet two Rakshasa had been slain.

In a flash, Xiao Chen vanished into the distant sky.

Before the Mist and Rain Tower, the Fallen Angel King’s eyes flickered. “That man is quite extraordinary…”

The War King, Jingpu, nodded. “I very much want to kill him right now…” He turned to the Golden Lion King. “If you block me again, don’t blame me for turning hostile!”

“Then let us fight to the death!” The Golden Lion King, even more aggressive, flew directly into the sky and beckoned to him. “Come!”

The War King, Jingpu, rose into the air, but instead of facing the Golden Lion King, he turned into a streak of green light and shot toward the horizon, pursuing the direction Xiao Chen had vanished.

The Golden Lion King gave a long cry, stirring up a sea of golden divine light, and chased after him.

At the same time, the Lich King also moved, following closely.

The Fallen Angel King smiled lightly. “Black Dragon King, why must you help the humans? You are the supreme king of the dragon race.” As she spoke, she unfurled her wings, but the Black Dragon King had already locked onto her. The Dragon Clan Sacred Sword burst forth with countless beams of light.

The blinding sword-light tore the sky, surging with rolling energy. The Fallen Angel King had no choice but to fight with all her might, retreating as she battled toward the direction Xiao Chen had gone.

The Ant King, seeing that several great powers had rushed into the distance, also made his move. But facing the self-sealed Inverse Dragon King, whose true depth no one knew, he too fought while retreating, unwilling to engage in a life-or-death struggle.

In moments, several kings of the foreign races left the Mist and Rain Tower. The human cultivators exchanged glances and eventually followed. They wanted to see how it all would end.

When they caught up, they saw that the most ferocious battle was between the War King, Jingpu, and the Golden Lion King—truly heaven-cracking and earth-shattering. Within a mountain range outside Chang’an, the void split, green peaks collapsed, and rivers surged skyward.

No one could approach; the battle was too brutal. Two kings of the War Clan were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Xiao Chen finally reached a great river a hundred li away. A divine radiance blazed there, illuminating everything. Dragon roars shook heaven, and gale winds howled as a fierce battle raged.

The Stuttering King, Jin Sanyi; the Space King, Liu Mu; the Azure Dragon King; and the Bull Demon King, Niuren, guarded the four directions, scanning the surroundings.

In the central area, Wu Zhanhun was locked in combat with the Sacred Dragon King. They were fated enemies, having battled to the death since their first encounter without a clear victor.

Wu Zhanhun’s eyes flashed with cold lightning, his black hair flying like a demon god. His left hand flickered with black light, his right hand pure as jade, two completely different forces pushed to their limits. Even the stray energy leaking to the ground sent rocks flying into the air and stirred up towering waves.

His left hand, like a demonic claw, contained spatial changes; his right hand, sacred as fine mutton-fat jade, held the power of time—truly fearful combat skills.

The Sacred Dragon King had also unleashed its full power. Its fierce dragon claws, its dragon wings terrible as heavenly blades, and its indestructible dragon horn bloomed with dazzling light, pushing the ancient combat arts of the winged dragon lineage to their peak. At the same time, various dragon-cursed spells burst forth—fire burned half the sky, lightning pierced the nine heavens—offensive power that made one tremble.

Moreover, the Sacred Dragon King’s enormous body was enveloped in seven-colored light, a terrifying domain that suppressed all power within, making it inherently unbeatable.

Wu Zhanhun and the Sacred Dragon King were evenly matched, fighting fiercely without resolution.

“O-o-old Wu, take it easy… don’t be scared of this crawling lizard… squash it to pulp… we still need it as bait to lure the Rakshasa King on a thousand-li killing march… just beat this bird-dragon half to death…”

Wu Zhanhun and the Sacred Dragon King were already locked in a stalemate, but Jin Sanyi’s words only enraged the Sacred Dragon King further, making it roar repeatedly.

Truly, the Sacred Dragon King was immensely powerful, one of the foremost among the foreign race kings. If its opponent had not been the monstrous Wu Zhanhun, anyone else would have been torn apart long ago.

“L-let’s all gang up and just kill this big lizard now,” Jin Sanyi muttered under his breath.

“No one interferes! This is a fair duel—I must take its head myself!” Wu Zhanhun shouted, his Eight Aspect Worlds emerging to counter the Sacred Dragon King’s terrifying domain.

At that moment, Xiao Chen and the Lich King arrived one after the other. Liu Mu directly cast a spatial light screen, sealing off a region of heaven and earth, blocking their path.

Seeing Liu Mu’s spatial cultivation so profound, Xiao Chen was astonished. His old friends had made tremendous progress over the years.

Soon after, the Fallen Angel King and the Black Dragon King retreated to this area while fighting, and then the Ant King and the Inverse Dragon King also arrived. Only the War King, Jingpu, and the Golden Lion King were still locked in distant combat, no less brutal than Wu Zhanhun and the Sacred Dragon King—a true life-and-death struggle.

In the far sky, many human experts appeared, all watching.

“Roar…” A vast dragon cry rang out again as three Sacred Dragons appeared, followed by over a dozen Rakshasa experts.

“Sacred Dragon King, do not worry! The Rakshasa King has already set out from Yuzhou toward Yongzhou to kill you!” one of the Rakshasa experts shouted.

“Sever space!” Space King Liu Mu bellowed. Azure radiance enveloped the sky, rolling all the charging experts into it, trapping them as if in a quagmire, unable to move.

Boom!

Within the severed space, blade-like azure light flashed, reducing eight Rakshasa experts to blood mist, their bodies torn apart by spatial forces. But the three Sacred Dragons and the remaining four Rakshasa generals used the opportunity to break out.

“O-o-old Wu, hurry up and finish the gold lizard before the Rakshasa King gets here!” Jin Sanyi stammered.

“Roar…”

Another howl came from the distance, and there, the sky filled with corpse aura. A Flying Corpse King, carrying a tide of deathly energy, charged in, followed by a horde of zombies, a truly frightening sight.

“Sacred Dragon King, I have come to aid you! The Rakshasa King will be here shortly.”

“Damn it! A-a-all we wanted was to kill one big lizard, and now we’ve stirred up every monster and freak!” Jin Sanyi shouted. “F-f-fatty, get moving! Help Wu Zhanhun kill the golden lizard first!” As he spoke, he and Liu Mu shot toward the three Sacred Dragons and four Rakshasa generals, while the Azure Dragon King faced the swiftly approaching Flying Corpse King.

“I need no help! I will take its life now!” Wu Zhanhun roared. He and the Sacred Dragon King were both at the peak among the hundred races; he did not want assistance.

“Unleash your ‘Return to Origin’ divine ability! I will receive it!” The Sacred Dragon King began chanting a spell, preparing its strongest attack.

“Roar… The Rakshasa King was injured in his battle with the War God King, but you miscalculated if you think you can wear him down with a long march and then kill him…” The Flying Corpse King had already arrived.

Xiao Chen glanced at the Lich King, who still showed no sign of acting. He turned into a bolt of lightning and charged straight ahead.

He mixed the Origin Heavenly Sound with a terrifying spiritual roar and instantly met the Flying Corpse King, striking with the Hand of the Supreme Being while the Heavenly Sound continuously vibrated.

The power of this dual attack was absolutely terrifying. The Flying Corpse King felt the forces of death closing in, and, with corpse aura boiling from his entire body, he unleashed his own strongest power.

Puff, puff sounded repeatedly. The Flying Corpse King barely escaped with his life, but the zombie army behind him was all shattered, body and soul turned to ash.

Moreover, a miserable shriek rang out as one of the Sacred Dragons nearby was caught in the shockwave. Blood sprayed; the dragon shattered on the spot.

The Flying Corpse King was shocked. Had he not just shown his utmost strength, he would have been assassinated.

“Who are you?” the Flying Corpse King raged.

But Xiao Chen did not answer. Since his opponent was ignorant of his abilities, he would not miss the chance. At such close range, it was the perfect opportunity to unleash the killing power of the ‘Weng’ Heavenly Sound.

The sound, which should have rung like a great bronze bell, was concentrated into a beam of death, striking with terrifying speed.

This concentrated heavenly sound was so fearsome it bordered on demonic!

The Flying Corpse King, unaware of what he faced, met the attack head-on, his dark, ghostly claws reaching for the death beam.

Without a sound, the Flying Corpse King’s iron-hard black claws shattered.

“Oaoo…” He let out a heart-rending howl. He had never imagined such an outcome and tried to retreat.

But he had no chance!

Killing a king of the foreign races through real combat was extremely difficult. How could Xiao Chen let such a rare opportunity slip? The Origin Heavenly Sound spread everywhere, drowning the Flying Corpse King completely in deathly waves.

“Oaoo…” A roar of unwillingness and fury shook the entire world, but it changed nothing.

The Flying Corpse King’s iron-black body was shattered by the deathly waves, then utterly collapsed.

Finally, Xiao Chen struck with the Hand of the Supreme Being, completely annihilating a king of the foreign races—body and soul extinguished.

A king of the foreign races had been slain!

Xiao Chen had butchered a king!

The impact was staggering.

The kings of the hundred races were all fearsome characters, yet one had been killed by a man of unknown origin. All were utterly shocked.

The human cultivators needed no mention; they were already dumbstruck.

Whether the Lich King, still watching at a distance, or the Fallen Angel King and the Ant King, still locked in battle, all showed solemn expressions. Though they had been mentally prepared, they still felt they had underestimated this mysterious expert.

A king had been slain. Had the great king-slaying war among the hundred races finally begun…