Full-Time Magister: The Jade Serpent's Three-Flower Pupil Captures Apas

Chapter 100 The Strange Flame and the Eternal Ruler! One Man Fights Against Eight Deadly Rulers

On the north city wall, the monks were stunned by the sight of their pupils dilating in shock.

"Two rounds and they've defeated the Skeleton King, one of the Eight Directions of the Dead?!"

Hunter King Du Xiao lowered his broad arms, his pupils dilated, staring at the scene before him in disbelief.

"With Councilor Song's strength, he can be considered a pillar-level mage of China. I am not as good as him."

Looking at the scene on the battlefield, Tie Touwa Zhu Meng was filled with emotion.

"Congressman Song is mighty! Congressman Song is invincible!!"

"Congressman Song is mighty! Congressman Song is invincible!!"

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On the north city wall, many mid- to high-level mages were not as sharp as Zhu Meng and the others, but that did not stop them from thinking that Song Zhong was awesome.

The fact that the totem beasts under its command could instantly kill a monarch-level undead was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for the ancient capital that was in turmoil!

The weak always admire the strong, and besides, since ancient times, the strong have reigned supreme!

With Song Zhong presiding over this place, it can be said that the ancient capital is blessed by heaven!

"Oh, there's another spirit!"

Song Zhong's eyes lit up as the milky-white fire python retrieved a miniature monarch-level bone dragon essence, hmm, dark green.

Meanwhile, in the distance, the mountain corpse turned red upon seeing this.

Among the vast army of rotting corpses, a mad corpse, towering like a mountain, caused the ground to tremble with each step it took, making the iron-clad city tremble beneath its feet!

The torrential rain, together with the endless army of the undead, wove together a giant gray net that slowly enveloped the city.

The eight deceased rulers were of the same ilk; they were the eight most powerful monarchs and commanders under the ancient king.

Seeing the Lord of the Underworld perish at the speed of light in front of it, where would the Mountain Corpse, as the eldest brother of the Eight Directions of the Dead, put its face?

"嚄~~~~!!!"

The mountain corpse looked in three other directions and roared fiercely, then took a step forward with its pair of incredibly thick, towering corpse legs and began to charge.

The earth trembled, and it surged toward the northern city wall like a towering banner of corpses.

"Hmph, stubborn as a mule!"

Song Zhong flapped his pair of broad wings and flew into the sky, pressing down with both hands to stop the actions of the totem serpent and the sea eagle god.

He will personally deal with the corpse on this mountain peak, crushing the pride of the fallen rulers of all directions with his invincible power!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~"

The four spirits of different flames reappeared, hovering quietly around Song Zhong.

Azure fire lotus, milky white fire python, deep blue flame scorpion lion, and purplish-brown flame dragon.

The four different flames merged one after another, converging in Song Zhong's hands into a ten-meter-long purplish-brown ancient flame ruler.

The Ancient Ruler of Strange Fire!

However, these are just the lower-powered versions of the four different flames, but they are still enough to deal with the eight dead kings!

"I, Song Zhong, dare to order all demons and monsters under heaven to their deaths! I beseech all living beings to meet their demise!!"

Song Zhong let out a long roar, using the Heavenly Emperor's Flame Body for the first time in public.

"Longer! Longer!! Longer!!!"

With a powerful flap of the Sky Wings behind Song Zhong, a breath of cyan-purple wind and thunder energy was exhaled from his mouth.

Then, the magnificent Fiery Body of the Heavenly Emperor was revealed to the world for the first time.

Song Zhong's original height of 1.85 meters has grown rapidly, reaching 10 meters, 30 meters, 80 meters, and 100 meters!

It grew to a height of 900 meters, and the entire ancient capital could see Song Zhong, this purplish-brown flame giant!

With a purplish-brown fire lotus above his head and a purplish-brown fire dragon under his feet, he looked like a Titan from ancient times descending!

"In this battle, all demons were beheaded, and all monsters submitted!"

Song Zhong transformed into a giant of purple flames, and the Strange Fire Heng Gu Ruler in his hand rapidly transformed into a mountain peak.

It is about a kilometer long and as wide as the ridge of a mountain, resembling a purplish-brown giant pillar that stretches across the sky.

Held tightly in Song Zhong's hand, the purplish-brown Strange Fire Ancient Ruler pointed diagonally at the corpse on the mountain peak, along with several other gathered Eight Directions Dead Kings.

"嚄~~~~!!!"

Enraged by what he saw, the corpse of the mountain clenched its iron-gray, towering fists and charged forward with earth-shaking force.

"Firewing Slashes!"

Song Zhong transformed into a giant of purple flames, gripped the Ancient Ruler of Strange Fire tightly, and with a backhand flick, slammed it heavily onto the corpse on the mountain peak.

"Thump!!"

The mountain corpse flew backward at an even faster speed than it had come, and purplish-brown dragon-shaped flames clung to its frenzied body, severely injuring it in a single exchange.

Like cannonballs crashing into the earth, the corpses on the mountain peaks smashed through countless mounds of flesh, corpses, and bone generals along the way.

The ground was pierced with two deep war trenches, hundreds of meters wide and more than ten kilometers long.

"Who's next?"

Song Zhong felt like he had just finished a bowling game and was still somewhat unsatisfied.

He gripped the purplish-brown dragon-shaped Ancient Ruler of Strange Fire tightly in his hand, pointing it diagonally at the other six deceased rulers who had come upon hearing the sound.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

The imposing Agate Corpse King, the ethereal Mist Demon Commander, and the Grand Monarch-level Ghost King!

The smaller White Corpse King and Red Skull Demon Lord, weaving through the tide of the undead, also joined the battle, gazing intently at the situation on the field.

And, a tall, voluptuous woman who looked more like a human than a ghost.

Three thousand snow-white hairs, a pale face that could topple kingdoms, her body mostly carried an ethereal quality, with wisps of illusory blue mist rising and falling from her thighs to the hem of her skirt.

She exuded a unique fragrance, making her the only female ghost among the eight fallen kings.

One of the Eight Dead Rulers, the Great Ruler - Empress of the Nine Netherworlds!

All eight deceased kings have arrived. Not only are Zhu Meng and others looking solemn, but the totem black snake and the sea eagle god are also completely focused.

The two totem beasts and all the mages were sweating for Song Zhong, as the situation on the field had reached a critical moment that would determine the life or death of the ancient capital.

Song Zhong single-handedly fought against eight fallen emperors; he was no ordinary man!

"I know you can understand human speech, so who wants to test the sharpness of the ancient ruler in my hand?"

Song Zhong was too lazy to reason with him and looked at the many undead lords on the field.

The eight fallen rulers before us will soon be my subordinates, so giving them a warning beforehand is not a bad thing.

"roar!"

The Agate Corpse King strode forward, causing the earth to shake. The Mist Ghost Commander, seeing this, quickly followed.

The Ghost King's body resembled a gray mountain, and terrifying mental magic emanated from his ferocious mouth!

Holding a long white spear, the tall and imposing White Corpse King charged straight up.

The Red Skull Demon Lord, who looked no different from a blood skeleton, held up two blood-red chains in his hands.

In an instant, the five undead overlords moved at the same time, each unleashing their strongest killing moves as they charged toward Song Zhong.

Further away, the corpse of the mountain also struggled to its feet, casually crushing several corpse subjects into a pulp and merging it into its wounds, before staggering over.

Jiuyouhou narrowed her eyes slightly, silently gazing at Song Zhong, who was guarding the north city wall with a corpse.

As the strategist among the eight fallen emperors, she did not choose to rush forward with her colleagues, but instead carefully observed Song Zhong's characteristics.

"Where did this powerful human come from?"

Empress Jiuyou frowned slightly as she watched Song Zhong begin his unparalleled mowing-down-the-grass mode.

A purplish-brown fire ruler stretched across the sky, and a fire dragon soared across the land. Wherever the eye could see, none of the eight fallen kings could withstand a single blow!

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