Chapter 106
Chapter 106
Under the rather “complicated” gazes of Chang Huaiyuan and the others, Eighth Master Chang regretted the words the moment they left his mouth.
While cursing Chen Daji, that little bastard, for getting him into this mess, he bobbed his head and gave an awkward, ingratiating laugh.
“How about… how about I let each Big Brother run three steps first…?”
The other Immortal Spirits did not know whether to laugh or cry. Chang Huaiyuan shook his head helplessly.
Hua Jiunan saw that after the Hundred-Battle Warrior Spirits had re-formed their ranks, Li Guang was about to lead them deeper into the ancient tomb. He immediately called out.
“General Li, please wait. This junior has something to tell you.”
Li Guang had already sensed that there was something extraordinary about this young man, so he did not slight him.
Leading the Hundred-Battle Warrior Spirits, he rode over and stopped about ten feet in front of Hua Jiunan and the others.
“On the battlefield, there is no time for excessive courtesy. Young Friend, what guidance do you have for me?”
Hua Jiunan told him everything that had happened around the ancient tomb.
“General Li, the thing inside the tomb has awakened ahead of time. You must not rush in recklessly.”
As soon as Hua Jiunan finished speaking, before Li Guang could respond, the mountain ridge beneath their feet suddenly began to shake violently.
An altar, black and crimson all over and formed from countless human corpses, slowly rose from the ground.
Around the altar stood Yellow Turban Strongmen, each three meters tall, the muscles all over their bodies writhing like monstrous snakes.
Beyond the Yellow Turban Strongmen were tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Ghost Soldiers.
At the very center of the altar, a blood-red stone coffin hung suspended in midair by eight iron chains.
From inside the coffin came wave after wave of ghostly wails and wolfish howls.
Twelve black-and-crimson banners, reeking of blood, were planted all around the coffin, snapping loudly in the sinister wind.
The words written in blood on the banners had long since turned black with age.
They were, shockingly, phrases such as “Taiping,” “Great Fortune in Jiazi,” “General of Man,” and “Zhang.”
With the appearance of the Human Bone Altar, the night sky instantly darkened.
The stench of corpses filled the air, and red snowflakes began to drift down.
Chen Daji reached out to catch one. He only felt that the red snow was so cold it bit to the bone, and he could not help shivering.
“Holy crap, his grandpa, it’s really snowing ‘blood’!”
“Granny, this thing makes an even grander entrance than you do!”
If the Ghost Sedan had not been floating in the air, Chen Daji would have taken another smack to the head from a dry tobacco pipe.
“Jie jie jie, you little bastard, if you sacrificed tens of thousands of people alive for Granny, Granny would become a ghost king on the spot!”
“By then, creating a whole ghost kingdom for you would be nothing!”
After hearing that, Chen Daji started carefully counting on his fingers.
If Granny became a ghost king, would any filthy things dare bully me again in the future?!
But tens of thousands of people was a bit much!
Even if he counted his whole family, there were only three of them.
Even if he dragged in Fatty Zhao’s whole family too, that would only make six. They were still pretty far from the goal!
Putting out a job ad probably would not work for this kind of thing. No matter how much money he offered, no one would be willing to come.
Forget it, then…
While Chen Daji’s thoughts were running wild, Chang Huaiyuan and Old Sixth Hui both stepped forward at the same time, shielding Hua Jiunan behind them.
“It really is him-Zhang Liang, the General of Man!”
“Blood energy everywhere, baleful aura soaring to the heavens. As expected of a fierce deity!”
General Li Guang’s expression turned solemn. He raised the battle saber in his hand high.
“Brothers, form ranks!”
“Prepare to follow this general and slay the enemy!”
The Hundred-Battle Warrior Spirits turned their horses around to face the altar and struck their weapons against their breastplates, producing a thunderous clang.
In unison, they roared, “Aye!”
Just as both sides were poised for battle, the coffin atop the altar suddenly burst open.
A zombie clad in black armor, its hair hanging loose and wild, floated out from within.
Then it landed on the altar with a heavy thud.
This man was none other than the Third Brother of the three Taiping Dao brothers, Zhang Liang!
In Zhang Liang’s left hand was a Copper Coin Sword. In his right hand, he held a bloodstained Soul-Summoning Banner.
His face was withered, and his fangs jutted outward.
When he opened his mouth to speak, black qi kept spraying out from between his lips.
“The Azure Heaven is dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise. The year is Jiazi; all under Heaven shall know great fortune.”
Zhang Liang’s voice was as grating and unpleasant as a shovel scraping against sand.
After he shouted, all the Yellow Turban Strongmen and Yellow Turban Ghost Soldiers followed with a unified roar:
“The Azure Heaven is dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise. The year is Jiazi; all under Heaven shall know great fortune.”
Those words completely enraged Li Guang, a loyal minister of the Han Dynasty.
“How dare a treacherous rebel act so brazenly before this general! Kill without mercy!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he charged ahead at the forefront, like an arrow loosed from the string, straight toward Zhang Liang.
“Follow the general and slay the enemy! Kill!”
The Hundred-Battle Warrior Spirits shouted in unison and followed behind Li Guang without hesitation.
Hua Jiunan watched with deep worry.
A hundred men before tens of thousands-the gap between the two sides was simply too vast.
The sight was like throwing a single stone into a boundless lake. He feared it would not be able to stir up much of a wave at all.