The Fall of the Saint

"Hehehe..."

As the smoke and dust dispersed, Lin Zhennan's originally elegant face was now completely twisted. Dark red bloodlines crawled frantically beneath his skin like living earthworms, making him look fierce and terrifying.

He looked at Zhu Lie as if looking at a reckless grasshopper.

"A disciple of the Blazing Sun Holy Land? Such great prestige!"

Lin Zhennan stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, his eyes full of greed. "I was originally worrying that the vitality of these rogue cultivator trash would hardly be enough to completely mature the Sacred Fetus. I didn't expect the heavens to open their eyes and deliver a great tonic like you, whose vitality is like a dragon!"

"You are courting death!"

Zhu Lie was furious, the flames all over his body surging as he prepared to strike again.

"The ones courting death are you!"

Lin Zhennan stomped his foot heavily, his hands forming a bizarre hand seal, and shouted harshly:

"My children, it's time to eat!"

Rumble!

The several heavy black iron doors that were originally tightly shut around the forbidden area crashed open at this moment.

A nauseating stench of rotting corpses mixed with a strong smell of blood instantly flooded the entire Crimson Flame Suspended Platform.

"Roar—!"

Accompanied by beastly roars, densely packed figures surged in like a tide.

They were actually hundreds of disciples wearing the Lin family's attire!

It was just that, at this moment, they no longer looked human.

Each of them had sunken eye sockets, pale and lifeless eyeballs, and skin that showed a deathly gray color. The dark blue blood vessels on their necks and arms bulged out like twisted tree roots.

They had no breath and no heartbeat. They held various magical artifacts in their hands. Although their movements were slightly stiff, the fearless and tyrannical aura they emitted was chilling.

"These... these are blood corpses?!"

Zhao Fen, standing behind Zhu Lie, had a drastic change in expression, his voice cracking. "You actually refined all the disciples of your Lin family into blood corpses?!"

A madman!

This was a complete and utter madman!

For the sake of that so-called Sacred Fetus, this old dog actually slaughtered his entire family and refined them into puppets that only knew how to kill!

"What blood corpses? That is the eternal life I have bestowed upon them!"

Lin Zhennan laughed wildly, his finger suddenly pointing at Zhu Lie and Zhao Fen. "Kill them all! Offer their flesh and blood to the Sacred Fetus!"

"Roar—!"

The hundreds of blood corpse disciples, like sharks smelling blood, instantly went into a frenzy, waving their magical artifacts and pouncing toward Zhu Lie and Zhao Fen overwhelmingly.

"Damn it! A bunch of ants dare to block me?!"

Zhu Lie was enraged. He withdrew the Sun-Seeking Compass in his hand and struck out with both palms in succession.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wherever the flaming palm prints passed, the dozen or so blood corpses charging at the front were instantly blown into minced meat.

However, these blood corpses simply knew no pain and no fear.

What was even more terrifying was that, under Lin Zhennan's control, these hundreds of blood corpses actually faintly formed a Ten Thousand Ghosts Heart-Devouring Array.

The evil yin aura soared into the sky, forcefully suppressing Zhu Lie's Blazing Sun True Fire!

"Senior Brother! There are too many! We can't kill them all!"

Zhao Fen summoned a tortoise shell shield, struggling to defend himself. In just a moment, several bloody scratches had been made on his body by the blood corpses, scaring him into yelling.

Zhu Lie's face was as gloomy as water.

Although he was at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment with powerful combat strength, the number of these blood corpses was simply too large, and they were unafraid of death.

Coupled with Lin Zhennan at the Peak Stage of Foundation Establishment, who had been hiding in the dark and eyeing them covetously...

The situation had instantly reversed!

...

On the edge of the chaotic battlefield, next to a corpse that died a tragic death.

Gu Yang lay quietly, without any breath.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, coldly observing the situation through the gap between the thighs of a blood corpse that had been blown over.

"Lin Zhennan indeed had a backup plan."

"However, although these blood corpses are troublesome, they serve perfectly to consume Zhu Lie's spiritual energy for me."

Gu Yang calculated in his heart.

That wisp of Golden Crow Fire had already lurked in position; he only needed to wait for the critical moment to detonate it...

Just as Gu Yang was preparing to continue playing dead and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

An extremely uncomfortable rustling sound suddenly came from his side.

Gu Yang's brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

He saw that Ugly Slave, with a hunched figure and a face full of black moles, crawling through the pile of corpses using both hands and feet.

Her movements were bizarre, like a keen-nosed female lizard. She actually accurately avoided all the attack routes of the blood corpses and inched her way over to Gu Yang's side.

Surrounded by heaven-shaking battle cries and a bloody hell of flying severed limbs.

Yet this ugly female cultivator, at this moment, seemed completely blind to those dangers.

Her eyes, hidden behind messy hair, stared fixedly at the dead Gu Yang.

There was no fear or sorrow in her eyes.

There was only a hair-raising... excitement.

"I knew it..."

Ji Shuanghua lay by Gu Yang's ear, her voice hoarse and carrying a trace of uncontrollable trembling. "You're not dead..."

"How could those pieces of trash possibly kill you..."

"You are deceiving them... just like you deceived me..."

Her hand, that hand covered in mud and blood, reached out tremblingly toward Gu Yang's face.

She wanted to touch this face that, even disguised with a scar, was still as noble as a god in her eyes.

This woman is sick!

A strong wave of disgust surged in Gu Yang's heart.

What time was this?

"Scram!"

Gu Yang did not open his mouth; instead, a cold divine sense transmission pierced into Ji Shuanghua's mind like a sharp sword.

The next instant.

Without any tenderness toward women.

Gu Yang's body lying on the ground suddenly jolted. His right leg, like a venomous python that had been lurking for a long time, viciously kicked Ji Shuanghua's lower abdomen!

Bang!

With this kick, Gu Yang did not hold back his strength in the slightest.

Because of his disgust, he even deliberately applied a burst of hidden force.

"Ugh!"

Ji Shuanghua's entire body was like a kicked-away torn sack, flying backward close to the ground for seven or eight zhang.

Her body crashed heavily against a broken stone pillar not far away, emitting a muffled sound that made one's teeth ache.

"Pfft—!"

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, dyeing the ground in front of her red.

Severe pain!

Her internal organs felt as if they had been shifted by this kick, and a burning, agonizing pain came from her lower abdomen.

"Insolent!!"

In Ji Shuanghua's sea of consciousness, that arrogant persona belonging to the Holy Maiden of the Supreme Sword Sect and the Ice Soul Sword Immortal instantly let out a sharp, furious roar.

Who am I? I am the number one genius of the Eastern Region, the pure and flawless Snow Mountain Goddess! My body is the most perfect masterpiece in the cultivation world; even those Nascent Soul ancestors would not dare to profane it in the slightest!

This dirty rogue cultivator, this lowly ant, he actually dared to kick me with that foot that had stepped in the mud?!

This is a capital offense! This is a capital offense that warrants the execution of his nine generations!

I want to kill him! I want to tear his body into ten thousand pieces and pull out his soul to light a sky lantern! Stand up, Ji Shuanghua, draw your sword, and wash away this unprecedented humiliation!

Reason was roaring, and dignity was burning.

However.

When she tried to mobilize her spiritual energy and stand up to kill according to the will of the Holy Maiden, her body shamelessly betrayed her.

Just at the moment she prepared to prop up her body, an indescribable sense of numbness actually centered on her lower abdomen and frantically darted toward her limbs and bones like an electric current.

"Ugh..."

The furious "You're courting death!" she had meant to shout somehow melted in her throat, twisting into a quivering, stifled groan that left her own face burning with shame.

What was going on?

Why couldn't she stand up?

Why were her knees... so weak?