Chapter 339 278: Resurrection

The Elder Priest was shocked to see the Skeleton Ghost King buckling under Han Yuan's assault.

But to avenge his son, he was ready to go all out.

He immediately bit the tip of his tongue, preparing to spit out a mouthful of Essence Blood.

WHOOSH!

A streak of golden light suddenly shot toward him.

The Elder Priest hadn't expected a sneak attack. Detecting the golden light, he hastily sprayed his Essence Blood toward it.

PFFT!

The Essence Blood erupted into a mist, faintly forming a gruesome ghost head that swallowed the golden light.

But the Elder Priest failed to notice a crimson fireball that silently shot toward him, striking him square in the face.

BOOM!

Flames shot out in every direction.

The Elder Priest's head was blown to smithereens, and his body burst into flames.

"Fat Thief, you're a sneaky one."

Ding Zihu chuckled.

"Lord Meow calls it strategy!"

the Orange Cat quickly retorted.

RUMBLE!!!

Just as they were bickering, the ground began to tremble violently.

Ding Zihu turned to look.

He saw that Han Yuan had hacked the Skeleton Ghost King to pieces. In the end, Han Yuan viciously stomped on its skull, crushing it to dust.

The sight made Ding Zihu shake his head.

But of course, the battle didn't stop there.

Both sides were fighting in a complete frenzy, giving no quarter.

Deep within the plaza.

The two Innate Grandmasters, Li Gui and Zhou Wuji, were virtually unstoppable.

Under their leadership, the Mountain Ghost Soldiers and the various tribes were gradually pushed back.

PFFT!

A pitch-black Judge's Pen appeared in Li Gui's hand. It traced a bizarre arc, instantly punching a bloody hole in an Elder Priest's forehead.

"Something seems off,"

Li Gui said calmly.

"Yes... This Mountain King Temple's defensive Grand Array seems much weaker than I imagined."

"And there's no sign of the Temple Priest,"

Zhou Wuji said flatly.

As he spoke, the Iron Sword in his hand suddenly swung backward.

A Mountain Ghost Soldier attempting a sneak attack was instantly beheaded.

Though his eyes were blindfolded, his perception of his surroundings was exceptionally keen.

"Cough, cough... It seems there's something fishy going on."

"We have to find him, and quickly,"

Li Gui said gravely.

He had a bad feeling.

In fact, not even the tribesmen of the Ten Thousand Mountains knew where the old Temple Priest had gone.

When Li Gui and Zhou Wuji first charged in, the Temple Priest had led the tribes to meet them in battle.

But as the battle raged on and the field grew more chaotic, the old man had vanished without a trace.

Having reached a consensus, Li Gui and Zhou Wuji darted toward the depths of the Mountain King Temple.

But as they crossed the plaza and entered the rear of the Mountain King Temple, they froze in place, stunned.

A dense formation of Mountain Ghost Soldiers stood guard here.

The moment they appeared, the Mountain Ghost Soldiers hurled their spears!

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH~~

The spears tore through the night sky, descending upon them like rain.

Li Gui erupted with Innate Internal Qi, blasting away the spears that rained down on him.

Meanwhile, Zhou Wuji swung his Iron Sword, which moved like an Iron Dragon roaring through the void, parrying every last spear.

"There's definitely something strange about this place."

Li Gui's expression grew solemn.

The Temple Priest clearly had plenty of Mountain Ghost Soldiers, yet he hadn't committed them to the fierce fighting on the main front, keeping them here instead.

He was obviously trying to prevent anyone from reaching the depths of the Mountain King Temple.

"Let's force our way in,"

Zhou Wuji said in a low voice.

At this point, there was nothing more to say.

The two immediately activated their Innate Internal Qi and charged the Mountain Ghost Soldiers.

Their power naturally far surpassed that of the Mountain Ghost Soldiers.

Unfortunately, the Mountain Ghost Soldiers were all fighting with a crazed fervor, showing no regard for their own lives.

Their only goal was to delay the two Innate Grandmasters.

Under these circumstances, Li Gui and Zhou Wuji were indeed stalled.

The two could only use their various techniques to continuously clear away the soldiers, hoping to carve a bloody path forward as quickly as possible.

....

「In a dark hall deep within the Mountain King Temple.」

The slaughter outside seemed a world away.

The Temple Priest stood alone beside the Iron Coffin, holding a Bronze Oil Lamp.

However, the Bronze Oil Lamp was unlit.

"Mountain King... you've been dead for so long. Just stay put in the underworld,"

the Temple Priest muttered to himself.

According to the traditions of the Mountain King Temple, every generation of Temple Priests had strived to resurrect the Mountain King.

This Temple Priest had initially held the same conviction.

But as his body grew old and frail, with death on the horizon, a different idea began to take root in his mind.

"Why should a dead man like you get to be resurrected?

While I, a living man, am not allowed to live on? It's not fair!

So... I'll just borrow your body and live another lifetime."

The Temple Priest slowly opened the Iron Coffin.

A perfectly preserved corpse lay inside.

It was a middle-aged man with a rugged face and a thick head of hair and beard.

This was the legendary Mountain King.

According to some records, the Mountain King's body had accumulated numerous hidden injuries from years of constant warfare.

By middle age, these injuries had begun to flare up, and one night, he suddenly dropped dead.

The people of the Shanfei Race then moved the Mountain King's corpse into a place of Sharp Blade Evil, using the Evil Qi there to preserve it from decay.

By continuously absorbing the Evil Qi, the corpse's original hidden injuries had even been repaired, leaving it in a flawless state.

And the Temple Priest intended to abandon his own aged, decaying body and possess the corpse of the Mountain King.

Then, he could even assume the identity of the Mountain King and command all the tribes of the Ten Thousand Mountains!