Chapter 122: ARISE!!!

Murong Xuanji looked at Wei Chen as if he were looking down at an ant, fully prepared to eliminate this undesirable cur.

However, using overwhelming manpower, himself included, along with a full battle formation to kill a single man felt a bit excessive. If word spread and others learned of this, his reputation might be tarnished.

So he decided to find an excuse before killing this man.

“That thick and pure death energy you are using, how many people did you kill to gather it to such a degree!? You claim you do not like killing!? You are lying! You are already too far gone on the demonic path!” Murong Xuanji shouted as he activated the battle formation with himself at its center.

“I, Murong Xuanji, will act on behalf of heaven to punish you!” he declared righteously.

Hearing the so called righteous fury in Murong Xuanji’s voice, Wei Chen’s smile curled with contempt.

“Man…. have you ever listened to yourself speak? You want to use more people, a battle formation, and even your battleships to kill me, but you are afraid others will criticize you, so you need to come up with a good excuse?”

He snorted. “Heh…. What a loser.”

— Meanwhile – Primordial Secret Realm —

Within the ruins of the primordial secret realm, Mo Xingyao panicked as she shook her father.

“Father! That shameless bastard is trying to use numbers to overwhelm that guy! Please go out and help!” Mo Xingyao pleaded.

“That stupid brat, he is too careless! Why did he allow that bastard to form a formation!? He could have easily stopped it, but he did not!” Mo Jue said through gritted teeth, clearly frustrated.

Jian Heng took a sword out of his storage ring and spoke to Mo Jue. “I will try to assault the key formation node. With my sword, it should be enough to disrupt the formation. Patriarch Mo, uses the opening I create to take Brother Wei out of there.”

“That is a good idea! I am not good at dealing with complicated formations, so I will need to rely on you!” Mo Jue said seriously.

“There is no need to thank me, Patriarch Mo. I owe Brother Wei a favor as well,” Jian Heng said honestly. He could not risk losing Wei Chen, since Wei Chen had said he had a way to thaw his partner from the eternal ice.

Hua Zuixian noticed the change on the screen and spoke up. “Hey, maybe the two of you do not need to go out there after all. Look.” He said as he gestured toward the screen with his head.

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On the battlefield, Wei Chen smirked, his snort filled with derision as he looked up at Murong Xuanji, who stood at the center of the formation. Within the chest of the spiritual qi construct, the Battle Asura, Murong Xuanji appeared like a god overseeing the field.

“Do not think you are the only one with an army by your side…” Wei Chen said as he slowly stood up, his long overcoat billowing in the wind.

The battlefield fell silent. The air became stagnant, as if an unnaturally heavy pressure had descended upon the land. Dark aura surged from Wei Chen as the avatar of death behind him began to materialize.

“Arise…”

A powerful voice, as if born from hell itself, poured out of Wei Chen’s mouth, making every onlooker shiver.

With that single command, thousands of corpses lying across the battlefield began to rise, as if supported by unseen forces. Darkness poured out from within them. Each corpse returned to unlife, their eyes glowing with traces of red and green light as they stared at the enemies above.

Among those corpses, one figure stood out.

Zhang Niu….

Yes, Zhang Niu. It was Zhang Niu.

That! Zhang Niu, the guy whose head had once been chopped off by Wei Chen because he refused to speak during interrogation. In the end, he still appeared in Ms. Youqi’s office and had to spill everything anyway, since there was no way to hide secrets from a high ranking underworld officer.

He also had a strong feeling that if he remained stubborn, his unlife in the underworld would become extremely miserable.

But that was not the point.

The point was this….

There were many things inside his head right now. Too many things. Things he wanted to ask, scream about, and shout to the heavens.

Why did he and his brothers, thousands of them, need to fake their deaths and lie on this windy battlefield waiting for these bastards to arrive? Was it for an ambush? If it was an ambush, would it not be better to hide under the shade of tall trees?

Yes, trees. Trees. Why did that guy cut down all the trees if he wanted to ambush the enemy? Was he not completely ruining the point of an ambush by letting the enemy see them from far away?

And why did this guy want them to rise and release underworld qi for aura effects? Sure, it was no different from moving their arms or legs, but seriously, why? It was useless, redundant, and completely illogical.

And what was with that line? That dramatic “Arise,” even using spiritual qi to imitate the voice of the Lord of Death. Why?

Should they not be hiding beneath the forest canopy, waiting for the enemy to arrive, then instantly forming battle formations and striking hard?

Why did this guy have to make everything so difficult?

Zhang Niu’s inner rant continued nonstop, while outwardly he followed Wei Chen’s instructions to the letter, acting menacing and fierce as he stared at the enemy.

“You…” Murong Xuanji’s face paled as he watched his fallen people rise from death. This was the first time he had ever seen a demonic technique capable of raising the dead like this.

No, it should be said that this was the first time he had seen a demonic cultivator who could raise the dead and give those undead soldiers cultivation levels of at least the Nascent Soul Realm.

Yes, all of them. Every single risen corpse.

The weakest among them was at the Nascent Soul Realm, while the strongest had reached the peak of the Soul Transformation Realm.

How was this even possible?

“You dare use forbidden techniques to raise the dead!? Are you not afraid that the heavens will punish you!?” Murong Xuanji shouted as he glanced toward the sky, fearing that a heavenly tribulation might descend at any moment and drag him into it as collateral damage.

This kind of technique, the taboo art of raising the dead to serve, was a serious affront to the way of heaven. The moment someone used this technique, heaven would immediately respond.

Whether by sending dark clouds, flashes of thunder and lightning, or even unleashing a heavenly tribulation outright to punish those who dared defy heaven.

“I’m sorry, but my technique and the way of heaven are not against each other. In fact, they coincide with the way of heaven.” Wei Chen said confidently, his arms crossed as if everything in the world was under his control.

“That’s impossible! There’s no way heaven would allow it!” Murong Xuanji screamed, as if trying to deny what was happening right in front of him.

If… if heaven truly allowed it, or if this vagabond’s technique was one of those legendary arts that perfectly aligned with the way of heaven through some clever means, then heaven permitting its existence and use made sense.

This meant it would be incredibly easy to raise an army. An army that could be created by oneself, without resources, and without the time needed for training.

All one needed to do was kill some mortals and raise them, and they would gain an army of their own, with the weakest having cultivation at the Nascent Soul Realm.

Billions of mortals. Billions of Nascent Soul cultivators. Who would be able to stop someone like that?

With this thought, greed and desire for power clouded Murong Xuanji’s mind. He needed to get his hands on this heaven defying technique.

The scene of Wei Chen raising the dead was broadcast all over the area, and the conversation between him and Murong Xuanji was also transmitted. This caused many old monsters to develop designs fueled by greed toward this technique.

They began planning, starting to conspire with one another on how to obtain it. Some even considered sending their forces to intercept Wei Chen and prevent Murong Xuanji from killing him.

… Within the chat room …

Little Wealthy Demon: [This moron! Why would he show this in front of the whole world!? Why can’t he hide it!? What does he want!? Doesn’t he know that what he just used is something even the experts of old couldn’t achieve!?]

Handsome Tall and Rich: [This is bad… I can’t be specific here, but someone in my clan has already called for getting their hands on this technique. I’ll try to stall them as much as I can.]

Sword Dao Genius: [Brother Wei is too reckless… even if he has a hidden agenda and wants to achieve something, I don’t think it’s worth it.]

…

The chat room suddenly became lively as many people began discussing the situation.

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