The Ancient Zombie Emperor

"It's no wonder it's called Martial King. Such a awe-inspiring presence." At this time, Xiao Mu appeared, and sneered continuously. Dong Youshang, Dong Dawei, and Zhuge Bai followed behind him.

Looking at Dong Youshang, even though he was from the Martial King, he acted like he had seen a ghost and said in shock: "It's you, Dong Youshang, why aren't you dead yet? That Erdan was made by me! "

"Hehe, you're not dead yet, so why am I not dead?" As matters stood, Dong Youshang changed his merchant's good-natured attitude in front of the Yang Martial King and said tit for tat.

Yang Martial King's face immediately became gloomy, looked at Xiao Mu and the rest, and said sinisterly: "Good, good, good! "Since none of you are dead, I will send you off on your way today."

"I'm afraid you still don't understand the current situation." Xiao Mu stood out and laughed coldly.

Yang Martial King's expression froze for a moment, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "Tell me about the current situation?"

"Now that you've come to the Dong Clan, it is no different from walking into a trap. You are just a dead person. Today, the Yang Family will lose one of their Martial King! " Xiao Mu's voice was sonorous and overbearing.

Yang Martial King was so angry that he started laughing. He said with tears in his eyes, "You are not a fool, are you?

Xiao Mu laughed but did not say a word. Yang Martial King's expression changed drastically. This was because he could sense a Martial King Aura even more powerful than himself approaching the residence of the Dong Clan. Yang Martial King's heart trembled as he looked at Xiao Mu with a face full of shock.

Could it be that the Dong Clan secretly invited a set of Martial King to be their guest?

However, if there really was a set of Martial King in place, the Dong Clan would not be the number one merchant guild in Nantu City, and had been humble for so many years. That could only mean one thing, his gaze looked at Xiao Mu. This Martial King could very well be … This junior knows him.

Rumble rumble rumble!

A wave of Martial King Aura s as terrifying as mountains instantly spread forward. Qin Xiaoyao rushed over, and arrived here.

Dong Youshang and Dong Dawei's bodies were already trembling with excitement, no wonder Xiao Mu was so confident, he actually knew someone at Martial King. But, why is this Martial King so unfamiliar? As the president of the Dong Family Chamber of Commerce, he had seen a lot of Martial King, so he recognized the vast majority of the Nantu City's Martial King.

"Friend, what is your name if not?" Yang Martial King said.

"Hehe, why are you asking so many questions? You're already a dead man anyway." Qin Xiaoyao sneered.

"Arrogant! Even if your cultivation realm is higher than mine, but if you want to kill me, I'm afraid that's just wishful thinking, right?" The Yang Martial King shouted in anger.

"Then let's wait and see!" Qin Xiaoyao said indifferently.

There was nothing to say. The two of them began a bloody battle on the spot, and two waves of terrifying Martial King's might shot straight into the heavens, causing the skies to rumble and the clouds to scatter.

This was just the natural overflowing power of the two of them, yet it was already so terrifying.

The battle of Martial King was no small matter; it was easy to destroy a huge city. The two of them did not start a war on the surface, but rather flew up into the sky. If not, the entire Dong Residence would have been razed to the ground by the overwhelming Martial King Aura.

BOOM!

The sky exploded with terrifying ripples, even though it was far away from Xiao Mu, the terrifying shockwaves of the battle made his heart race. ~ Is this the The Power of the Martial King? No wonder there were two different levels of existences: Martial master and Martial King. One was in the sky, the other on the ground.

The other martial cultivation s of the Nantu City also felt the fluctuations of Martial King Aura in the sky. They were shocked for a moment and one by one, guessed that it was the exchange of the two Martial King s. This battle had even alarmed the other Martial King s, causing them to all cast their gazes over.

"Hehe, since when was Nantu City so lively? As soon as we entered, there are two people fighting with their Martial King." At this time, a The Sloppy Old Daoist wearing a tattered robe with eight trigram diagrams on his back had just entered the Nantu City when he raised his head.

Immediately after, he withdrew his gaze and set up a stall in a corner of Nantu City. He sat down on the floor and opened up a long banner.

If Xiao Mu was here, he would definitely be shocked, this The Sloppy Old Daoist was no other than the mysterious old Taoist that he met at that time in the Great Zhou Mountains.

BOOM!

At this point, the battle between Qin Xiaoyao and the Yang Martial King had reached its climax. Blood was boiling between the two sides as terrifying energy undulations appeared in the sky from time to time. Qin Xiaoyao was still unharmed, but Yang Martial King was in a miserable state. There were a few more wounds on his body, and his robes was dyed red.

In his heart, he knew that this battle was not going to end well. Only by fighting with his life, would he have a chance of victory. Yang Martial King roared, his entire body releasing green light, which seemed to have condensed into a substance, which was extremely glaring. His flesh and blood shone, he breathed out like thunder, and with a loud explosion, he charged towards Qin Xiaoyao.

Pfft!

Qin Xiaoyao unleashed his Great Peng Art and transformed into a Golden-winged Roc, exploding with peerless attacking power and ripping Yang Martial King's body apart in one strike. Amidst his miserable screams, the Yang Martial King's Soul Essence tried to escape, but it was shattered by Qin Xiaoyao's hand and refined into the purest of Soul Essence energy, which was devoured by Qin Xiaoyao. Even though he already had a flesh and blood body, it was still hard for him to change his Dead City's habits.

A generation of Martial King had fallen just like that, and this was a great master in the Nantu City. All the martial cultivation who could feel a wave of Martial King Aura dispersing felt fear in their hearts.

Nantu City, the residence of the Yang Family Chamber of Commerce.

The president of the Yang family and a middle-aged man that was the current patriarch looked at the shattered wooden tablet that was almost imprinted with the Martial King and soul of his family, as he sat on the ground, his face filled with panic.

With the death of the Yang Family's Martial King, from now on, the Yang Family no longer had the ability to intimidate other forces.

"Impossible, my Martial King …" "How could it have fallen?" The Yang Family Patriarch said with a dejected expression.

His clan's Martial King was on the way to the Dong Clan, and the aftermath of the battle at the Martial King was spread out from the Dong Clan. Could it be...

The Yang Family's Patriarch had a bad idea. In the seemingly strong and weak Dong Clan, there had always been a hidden set of Martial King. If that was really the case, then the Dong Clan could really hold it in, which caused a chill to run down his spine.

If he had known about the existence of the Martial King in the Dong Clan, he would not have harbored thoughts of annexing the Dong Clan.

"Dong Clan, I won't rest until you are dead!" The head of the Yang family let out a roar, which spread through the whole Yang family mansion, which made all the people of the Yang family shocked.

All the Yang family disciples were muttering in their hearts, wondering what exactly happened that could make the clan head, who had always been calm and composed, lose his composure like this. Of course, if they knew that their Martial King had fallen, they would probably be worse than the Yang Family Patriarch.