Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 424 I Want You to Kill Him

The sudden turn of events left everyone present dazed and bewildered.

No one expected that a figure would suddenly appear on the vehicle frame.

Upon closer inspection, the figure was dressed in a loose black robe, the inner lining of which was faintly visible, but the clothes were disheveled, as if they were casually draped over the shoulders.

However, this person had an extremely rugged and upright appearance, with resolute eyebrows and bright, piercing eyes.

He had a full beard, but it was meticulously trimmed and not at all sloppy.

Everyone present stopped what they were doing and looked at the man not far away. For a moment, no one dared to make a move.

The man with the knife glanced at his subordinate, who stepped forward at the opportune moment and said:
"May I ask if you are the King of Zhou?"

The words had barely left his mouth when the man turned to look at the speaker.

The next moment, the person who spoke was uncontrollably lifted into the air, and when he landed on the ground, he had turned into pieces.

At that moment, it seemed as if a sudden rain of blood and flesh was falling from the sky, causing everyone around to instinctively take a step back.

The man leaned casually against the bicycle frame, glanced around at the group of people, and gave a cold, mocking smile:

"I never imagined that after so many years, when I opened my eyes, I would not see the prosperous and flourishing state of my Great Zhou, but instead a group of tomb raiders."

At this point, an expression of extreme disgust appeared on his face:
"How pathetic, how laughable, how lamentable, that even I can't recognize him!"

As soon as he said this, the surrounding palace trembled, and dust fell from the sky, sticking to the hair of everyone present.

The faces of everyone in the room turned extremely ugly, and several people even prostrated themselves on the ground.

Most of these people from the martial arts world do have some reputation and have seen a lot of things. Logically, they shouldn't be so flustered even if they encounter unexpected changes.

But the oppressive feeling emanating from the person in front of them was something they had never experienced before.

Even though they had been dead for many years, the former king of Zhou was still someone they could not contend with.

Only Gong Xuan and the woman holding the palm-leaf fan were able to hold on for a while.

However, the woman holding the fan was clearly using a magical artifact to endure the hardship, rather than relying on her own spiritual power.

King Zhou coldly glanced at the woman. Her slender hand trembled slightly, and the palm-leaf fan slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a thud.

She also fell to the ground.

Only Gongxuan could still stand upright.

King Zhou sighed with regret:

"You're all a bunch of useless trash. You're barely passable."

His gaze then locked onto Gong Xuan:
"What year is it in the outside world now?"

Gong Xuan suppressed the various thoughts rising in his mind and said:
"It's Daxing outside now."

"Great prosperity? Great prosperity! Haha!" Upon hearing this, King Zhou couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Immediately afterwards, Gong Xuan felt a strong sense of oppression coming towards him.

He almost instinctively raised his arms, and some pieces of paper instantly formed a protective barrier in front of him.

Even so, Gong Xuan's upper body clothes suddenly exploded, and various items hidden in his sleeves flew into the air.

Paper, small toys, and various odds and ends were scattered all over the ground.

It even included the medicine bottle containing the message of returning home.

Gong Xuan was also stunned by this attack.

It took him almost half a day before he finally knelt on the ground in a daze and came to his senses.

In that instant, his upper body organs were almost destroyed. Fortunately, he used the Body Transformation Technique before losing consciousness, which forcibly preserved his vital organs. This allowed him to repair himself with Qi after regaining consciousness.

But King Zhou, far away, flew into a rage upon hearing the name of Daxing:
"Daxing! Daxing! Old Zhao, you kept saying you would come to my aid, but you watched helplessly as I was attacked by multiple states and died, and watched my Zhou Kingdom fall into ruin! And now you still have the nerve to use the name Daxing!"

He looked up at the sky and roared, laughing loudly, pacing back and forth angrily.

He then walked over to the most pathetic of the men in black, and kicked him hard, sending the man's head and spine flying.

Gong Xuan then came to his senses.

He listened to the Zhou king's angry roar in the distance and slowly analyzed the current situation in his mind.

Initially, Zhou and Daxing were allies, and Zhou did indeed put in a lot of effort for Daxing. However, in the final battle, Daxing was attacked from both sides by various states, and Zhou suffered the same fate.

In the end, Daxing survived, but the Zhou state was destroyed.

Although the reasons were valid, to the King of Zhou, this was nothing short of a betrayal.

At this moment, Gong Xuan's mind was still buzzing, and the aftershocks of the intense pain made him feel like his soul was about to be scattered. He could only forcefully gather his chaotic thoughts and think of a way to break the deadlock.

A confrontation is absolutely impossible.

The difference in their levels is like an insurmountable chasm. If one were to actually rush in, victory would be out of the question, and even survival would be uncertain. So what should be done?

A humble plea for peace?

But how could King Zhou tolerate such sycophants? A single careless word could lead to utter ruin.

escape?
Having endured countless hardships to reach this place, would fleeing mean all our previous efforts were in vain? Besides, with this enraged king before us, what way out is there for us to escape?
Chaotic thoughts grew wildly like weeds, entangled and tore at his mind.

Not far away, King Zhou, having vented his thunderous rage, gradually calmed down. Gripping the bloodstained hilt of his sword, he stepped forward and knelt down before Gong Xuan, who was covered in blood and dust.

"Taoist priest?"

“A fake Taoist…” Gongxuan coughed twice, “whose practice is not the righteous path.”

"Very well." King Zhou laughed upon hearing this. "I despise hypocritical Taoist priests the most. Since you are a fake Taoist priest, I will not kill you."

Gong Xuan remained silent.

"You have a foul odor; I can smell it," King Zhou sniffed. "Your life has been full of hardships, hasn't it?"

Gong Xuan remained silent, a flicker of emotion passing through his eyes.

King Zhou's gaze was like a hook, fixed on him for a moment, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Gong Xuan's head.

Gong Xuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he struggled instinctively, but he couldn't move at all.

King Zhou was a spirit; when touched by his palm, one felt only a bone-chilling coldness, nothing else.

Ke Gongxuan clearly sensed that his memories were being extracted from the depths of his mind.

This feeling...

Not good!

This is extremely bad!
It's as if one's entire life story has been compiled into a book for the person in front of them to read.

The more King Zhou felt it, the wider the smile on his lips grew.
"Oh? You've seen that idiot from Qi? Heh, interesting. You have a buddy who has some connection with Old Zhao? Haha, truly fascinating! You're quite an interesting person, coming here not to covet my treasure, but only to break your own destiny? How intriguing!"

King Zhou stood up and looked down at Gong Xuan from his high position.

Although Gong Xuan appeared weak, he still managed to lift his head and glance at King Zhou.

At that moment, he suddenly noticed that there was a fragment between the fingers of the King of Zhou.

It looks very familiar...

Isn't this a fragment of that coffin?

Gong Xuan's heart tightened, and he quickly reached out to grab it.

King Zhou did not strike him again, but simply dodged lightly to the side.

He examined the goblet with great interest:

"Using a coffin to escape into the dojo, you certainly have a few backup plans. That dojo... belongs to your friend?"

"...I don't know."

Seeing that he couldn't reach it, Gong Xuan could only stagger back to his original spot, panting and gathering his strength.

"Ah."

King Zhou did not expose him.

He had already glimpsed it from Gong Xuan's memories.

The eldest son was skilled in manipulating "life force," and his friend surnamed Lin was also proficient in this art. During the time at Feng'ao Mountain, the eldest son mentioned his desire to go there, and coincidentally, he encountered the person surnamed Lin in many other places as well.

Although Gongxuan had no concrete evidence, he had already begun to have doubts in his heart.

Aside from the moment he panicked and instinctively called out a name from his heart when the connection was first broken, Gong Xuan maintained a facade of ignorance most of the time.

King Zhou casually tossed the shards in his hand, slowly approaching Gong Xuan, finally standing directly in front of him, his gaze fixed intently on him:

"If you want to break free from your destiny, I can help you. But I have one condition."

"……Speaking."

Despite King Zhou's words, Gong Xuan felt no excitement at the moment, only pondering what this immortal spirit was thinking.

"The Zhou Kingdom has been destroyed for a long time, and no one has visited it for many years. I am bored here. If you are willing to join the Zhou Kingdom and become a citizen of the Zhou Kingdom, I may be able to lend it a hand."

"Besides that?" Gong Xuan didn't believe things could be so simple.

"Besides," King Zhou's lips curled into a cold smile, "I utterly despise Daxing, and you must find a way to kill anyone from Daxing in the future. Moreover..."

"and?"

"I have absolutely no idea that your friend has any good intentions," King Zhou sneered. "His current lack of contact with you is a sure sign that he intends to betray you. I want you to kill him to prevent future troubles!"

(End of this chapter)