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Chapter 435 - 436 Zhan Chi in Danger

Chapter 435: Chapter 436 Zhan Chi in Danger

"Arrogance!"

"Let’s kill this brat and exchange his head for the bounty from the royal family!" The foreign realm experts showed their ferociousness like a pack of starving wolves lunging at Ye Wudao.

"Lord of the North, be careful!" Hu Ben’s face was lined with worry, and before his words had even finished, he saw that a dozen foreign realm experts hadn’t even gotten close to Ye Wudao before their bodies exploded into clouds of blood mist!

"Who dares to harm my master?"

"Spare none!" The two great experts, Good Slave and Evil Slave, took action and instantly killed more than a dozen foreign realm experts.

Hu Ben’s pupils widened in shock, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground; "Holy shit, who are they?"

The remaining dozen or so foreign experts retreated in unison, their faces stricken with horror.

"Who are these two?"

"They’re too powerful! Our brothers, all at the Combat Spirit level, are dead just like that!"

"The intelligence never mentioned that Ye Wudao had two subordinates with heaven-defying strength!"

The leader among the foreign visitors, a Sixth Grade Combat Spirit, said through gritted teeth, "Damn that royal family, they’re just using us as cannon fodder! Withdraw!"

"Trying to escape?" Ye Wudao’s dragon-like eyes drooped, releasing a terrifying cold glint.

His hand moved, his blade fell!

Boom!

A burst of explosions suddenly sounded in front of them, and the foreign expert, including the Sixth Grade Combat Spirit, exploded into a mist of blood!

The scene fell deathly silent.

Hu Ben’s eyes were wide as saucers, his shock beyond any description!

"Oh my god, is this really the Lord of the North? It feels like the North King himself has taken over." Hu Ben was shocked to the core.

Ye Wudao looked at Hu Ben and smiled, "Brother Hu Ben, are you ready for another fight?"

Standing up, Hu Ben replied with a death-defying look, "I’m willing to go through fire and water for the Lord of the North!"

"Good, follow me and charge forward!" Ye Wudao spoke with overwhelming authority.

Each floor was occupied by people from other forces, coveting the treasure left by the North King, all cut down by Ye Wudao!

Soon, Ye Wudao and his men reached the seventh floor of the Tomb of the North King.

A fierce battle was unfolding!

The Great Commander Zhan Chi of the North Liang was being beaten by the black-robed old monk and other monks, severely injured and cornered like a wounded beast.

Each monk held a blood-stained long staff, and the leading black-robed old monk was even more awe-inspiring with a golden aura surrounding him, holding a purple Zen staff, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he shouted, "Kill!"

In that moment, all the monks’ attacks landed on Zhan Chi.

"Spurt!" Zhan Chi vomited blood, his body heavily crashing to the ground.

Whoosh!

The black-robed old monk put away the Zen staff and slowly chanted a Buddhist hymn, "Amitabha, worthy of being the Great Commander Zhan Chi of North Liang, able to withstand for such a long time."

It’s known that this black-robed old monk is a Ninth Grade Combat Spirit powerhouse of the Buddhist sect!

The five monks were all among the best in the Buddhist sect!

All of them strong fighters above the Seventh Grade Combat Spirit level!

"Heh, I really didn’t expect the royal family to persuade the Buddhist sect to make a move!" Zhan Chi sneered.

"Combatant Zhan Chi, you are struggling in vain; resistance will only lead to death!" the black-robed old monk spoke.

"Heh, you bald donkey! If you can’t kill me, once I return, I promise to lead one million North Liang troops and crush your temple!" Zhan Chi, covered in blood, was fearless.

"Master Shi Wu, what should we do?"

"If Zhan Chi really musters the million-strong army of the Northern Rong, our thousand-year-old Buddhist order will be destroyed in an instant!" Several monks said anxiously.

As strong as the Buddhist order might be, the mobilization of a million-strong Northern Rong army would be apocalyptic!

Forget warriors at the Battle Spirit level, even those at the Battle King level would find it hard to withstand the fury of a million soldiers!

The lead monk in black, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, said, "Kill him!"

"As you command!" All the monks nodded in agreement, their intent to kill now aroused.

The murderous aura in the eyes of the black-clad old monk was almost tangible as he said, "Zhan Chi, I admire you! Unfortunately, you should not have opposed the royal family!"

Before his words had settled, the monk’s body erupted in a golden light, and with an angry shout, he commanded, "Everyone, deploy the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation!"

The Buddhist powerhouses subtly surrounded Zhan Chi, forming a golden circle as impregnable as a fortress.

"Kill!" The black-clad old monk roared, swinging his purple staff with the power to kill a Ninth Grade Battle Spirit!

Zhan Chi, feeling helpless, closed his eyes with a bitter smile, "Farewell to this filthy world..."

Boom!

A tremendous noise erupted.

"Am I dead?" In his blurred vision, Zhan Chi suddenly found two unfamiliar powerhouses blocking the blow for him.

"Thank you both for lending your help. You will be handsomely rewarded in the future!" Zhan Chi said, overwhelmed with emotion.

"You’re welcome. We have been commanded by our master to protect you!" the good servant and the bad servant spoke.

"Who, who is your master?" Zhan Chi asked in shock, and then, a familiar voice rang out.

"Uncle Zhan Chi, are you all right?" Ye Wudao said, approaching with a smile.

"Young Tomb King, this is too dangerous! Please, leave immediately!" Zhan Chi urged him urgently. Seeing that Ye Wudao remained unmoved, he bowed respectfully to the two mysterious guardians, "I am Zhan Chi, the Great Commander of Northern Rong. I respectfully ask that you escort the Young Tomb King to safety. Northern Rong will not fail to compensate you!"

"Good servant, bad servant, you have done well," Ye Wudao said with a smile of praise.

"Thump!" Both guardians immediately knelt down; "Thank you, Master, for your praise!"

Boom!

Zhan Chi felt as if struck by lightning, standing dumbfounded as he exclaimed, "What the hell is going on here?"

Ye Wudao explained, "These two are the good servant and the bad servant, tomb slaves of my father, now under my command!"

So that was it!

Zhan Chi suddenly understood.

"Young Tomb King, you sure are lucky! Having two Ninth Grade Battle Spirit tomb slaves as bodyguards is badass!" Zhan Chi gave a thumbs up.

Indeed, having two Ninth Grade Battle Spirit level bodyguards was a treatment only available to Battle King level powerhouses!

Meanwhile, the old monk in black’s gaze turned towards Ye Wudao, his pupils filled with endless murderous intent; "Ye Wudao, don’t think just because you have two Ninth Grade Battle Spirit protectors, you’ll be able to leave the Tomb of the North King alive!"

Ye Wudao nodded and said, "Heh, I have no intention of leaving my father’s tomb before I kill all you thieves!"

"Arrogant!" The black-clad old monk sneered. "Do you know? To kill you, the royal family has offered a sky-high bounty for everyone who enters this ancient tomb—a Jiao Scale Pill as a reward!"

A Jiao Scale Pill!

Zhan Chi’s pupils shrank, and he couldn’t help but sneer, "No wonder you so-called high and mighty dead monks are mindlessly serving the royal family—it turns out they are offering a Jiao Scale Pill, such a precious medicine!"

"What the heck is a Jiao Scale Pill?" Ye Wudao asked curiously.

"A Jiao Scale Pill is an extremely precious pill, rumored to be crafted from a flood dragon’s scales. It is a divine medicine coveted by all Battle Spirit level warriors. If a Ninth Grade Battle Spirit swallows a Dragon Scale Pill, there’s a one in three chance of a breakthrough to the pinnacle of the Battle Spirit level," Zhan Chi explained.

Ye Wudao frowned, "So my life is valued this cheaply?"