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The soldiers in the first few rows had already bent over and raised their shields, and the soldiers behind them copied this posture and movement like a tide.

At this moment, the stone blocking the entrance to the ancient tomb suddenly rose up, and a young man dressed in white slowly walked out from inside the tomb.

"Demon Emperor Lin Yaoxie, clad in white, wielding a flying sword to slay the enemy!" the commander shouted in his mind, his hand holding the command flag trembling.

The moment Lin Yaoxie actually appeared, all my hopes and courage were shattered.

The young man in white, with his hands behind his back and a look of anger on his face, walked out of the ancient tomb step by step. He completely disregarded the densely packed army of 200,000 men, well-equipped and in high spirits.

The commander still stared coldly at Lin Yaoxie, the command flag swaying slightly in mid-air like a tadpole.

The commander didn't realize what was happening until the soldiers behind him started panting heavily.

He swung the command flag down violently, shouting with all his might, "All troops, charge! All troops, charge! Charge! Charge!"

Ignorance breeds fearlessness, and compared to the commander's extreme fear, the soldiers were full of fighting spirit.

They all knew that this mission was dangerous, but when they saw the open entrance to the ancient tomb and the white-clad youth with his hands behind his back facing the army, how could the 200,000-strong army have any reason to be afraid?

Two hundred thousand against one, even if the one on the other side is just an ant, is enough to kill an elephant.

From rushing past the commander to rushing in front of Lin Yaoxie, the distance was only five hundred meters.

Five hundred meters is the distance of ten telephone poles in daily life, but on the battlefield, it can only be considered a short sprint.

The army in the front row, holding shields, had already reached Lin Yaoxie. All they had to do next was grit their teeth and smash the white-clad youth blocking their way away.

But at that moment, Lin Yaoxie stretched out his hands and slammed them down on the shield that was about to hit his body.

Not only did the soldier with the shield stop, but the more than one hundred soldiers in the first rank parallel to him also stopped.

Between the demon and the soldiers, more than twenty flying dragons soared out, and the multi-headed elephants also blocked the other soldiers.

The soldiers in the rear charged at the soldiers in front, like waves crashing against each other!

Chapter 146: Longxiang Nine Yang Skill [Fourth Update]

"Brother Long, didn't you say that Long Xiang Gong only has thirteen levels?" On the hillside behind the army, there were thirteen people in black armor.

Standing in the very center was naturally Black Long. The thirteen people wearing helmets could not see their expressions, but from the questions they had just asked, one could hear the confusion and surprise in Black Long's voice.

“Master is a man of profound learning, perhaps he has had new encounters and insights.” Black Long’s helmet tilted slightly downwards.

Another knight asked, "Brother Long, I always felt that our master was a god. He doesn't seem to be from this world. Look at our master, he actually withstood the impact of half an army all by himself. Half of an army of 200,000 is still 100,000! Our master is too terrifying."

Black Long's eyes never left the battlefield. Just as the knight had said, the 100,000-strong army was like 100,000 tiny iron filings, all stuck together, drawn in by the twenty-six elephants that Lin Yaoxie had unleashed, unable to break free.

The commander was still waving his command flag and shouting "Charge! Charge! Charge!" but the remaining 100,000 troops were clearly frightened. Many stopped and looked in horror at their struggling and helpless comrades.

“You’re right,” Black Long finally chimed in. “In our world, the master is a god. It’s impossible to surpass the master, but we should still be proud. Isn’t it something to be proud of to be a servant of a god?”

The other twelve knights said in unison, "Of course it's worth it!"

“Alright.” Black Long strode toward the remaining 100,000 troops who were retreating. “Master is going to fight 200,000 men by himself. We shouldn’t interfere, but we can’t let the remaining 100,000 men escape either. Come on, you all use your Long Elephant Techniques to stick the 200,000 troops together into one big cake.”

Thirteen black-armored men, without the help of corpse wolves and copper hammers, relied solely on their thirteen pairs of bare hands to blast out countless flying dragons and a field of elephants.

The remaining 100,000 troops, already filled with doubt and uncertainty, suddenly heard a sound behind them. When they turned around, they were terrified.

The commander had long since passed the most terrifying moment, and he wouldn't be surprised even if a sea of ​​hellfire appeared before him next.

As expected of someone shouldering an important mission, he dismounted and let his warhorse run backward, only to be trampled to death by a magical elephant.

Waving his command flag, he desperately mobilized the remaining 100,000 troops: "You see, we have nowhere to retreat. Warriors of the Great Yuan Dynasty, fight to the very end, just like your greatest ancestors on the grasslands. Charge! Charge forward! Overthrow the Demon Emperor! Charge into the ancient tomb! That is the only way to survive!"

A drowning person will feel hopeful of survival even if they can only grasp at a straw. Similarly, when someone is in a state of despair and helplessness, any advice given by anyone will be taken as a magic bullet by the person who is in a daze.

Moreover, there is no better way.

The remaining 100,000 troops let out a shout and charged toward their comrades who had been imprisoned by Lin Yaoxie.

The outcome is the same: Lin Yaoxie's power is astonishing, and the attraction he generates is equally astonishing. Even if an army of two hundred thousand were crammed together, it would still be a vast expanse. Two hundred thousand ants might kill an elephant, but they could never trap a divine dragon a hundred meters long.

Ants will always be ants. No matter how numerous they are, they are still ants in the face of Lin Yaoxie, who exists like a god.

Lin Yaoxie was also very excited, really very excited. He had been in this world for over a hundred years, and counting the years in the zombie world, this was the most enjoyable battle he had ever fought.

After combining the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Long Elephant Prajna Skill, not only did his power double, but he also gained the ability to alter the force of space.

In fact, Lin Yaoxie originally planned to use his divine power to hold back the army, and then create a giant flying sword to cut them down in one strike. However, he did not expect that he could reverse the spatial forces within a certain range.

It wasn't that Lin Yaoxie possessed unparalleled suction power, but rather that when the true energy of the Longxiang Nine Yang Skill invaded the soldiers' bodies, the space in which they originated was reversed.

The more they struggled, the tighter they became. If someone gave up struggling at this point, or even thought of giving Lin Yaoxie a hug, they would actually be freed from their confinement.

However, under these circumstances, who could make such a calm judgment? Moreover, with the last 100,000 troops also stuck together, apart from the commander who was still holding the command flag and at a loss, the 200,000 troops were all under Lin Yaoxie's control.

"Hey, the leader." Lin Yaoxie slowly rose up and flew to the top of the 200,000-strong army, continuing to maintain the Long Elephant Nine Yang Skill.

When he began to unleash his power from the midst of the army, the force within the space changed again, making it even more difficult to escape.

"I'm asking you, who sent you to lead your army to cause trouble for me?" Lin Yaoxie's voice was filled with joy.

He originally planned to kill most of the 200,000-strong army and raise the rest into zombies.

It seems there's no need for further losses. These soldiers who couldn't escape will all be added to his crystal coffin.

"Yes, it was the prince of Ruyang who suggested that the emperor do this." At this point, the commander had nothing more to say. Fear was certainly there, but even more so, there was admiration and respect for Lin Yaoxie.

He finally understood why Kublai Khan's expression was so devout when he mentioned the Demon Emperor to him and the Prince of Ruyang.

"That big shit-bag Wang Baobao?" Lin Yaoxie laughed loudly: "Well, back then, you took Zhao Min as your goddaughter and let that big shit-bag go, but you actually got a generous gift package."

Lin Yaoxie suddenly exerted his strength again, and the army trapped in the Nine Yang Long Elephant Technique seemed to hear a thunderous sound, making them all dizzy.

Then Lin Yaoxie released the corpse wolves and wandering corpses with the Vincent vampire virus from the space and began to spread the virus to the 200,000-strong army.

The commander-in-chief witnessed all of this. From the wandering corpses dressed in old-fashioned Mongolian military uniforms, he finally understood that all the legends from back then were true.

At the same time, they realized that Lin Yaoxie wanted to turn all 200,000 troops into wandering corpses.

Chapter 147: Professional Emperor Slayer

The commander bowed to Lin Yaoxie: "Your Majesty, the Demon Emperor, the Prince of Ruyang and I were among the people sent to China by Emperor Kublai Khan. The Emperor told us to convey his greetings to you."

Lin Yaoxie flashed in front of the commander, snatched the command flag, and said with a smile, "Then please also tell Kublai Khan that I am very satisfied with him."

He plunged the tip of the command flag into the commander's heart: "Go underground and tell Kublai Khan."

Seeing the commander's body go limp, Lin Yaoxie added, "The Mandate of Heaven will return to the Han people."

The commander was not completely dead; lying on the ground, his eyes were filled with disbelief and regret.

The number of Yuan soldiers trapped in the Long Elephant Nine Yang Technique decreased sharply, and those who died came back to life after a short while and immediately joined the ranks of slaughtering their own people.

Lin Yaoxie threw the crystal coffin toward Heilong: "I'm going to Dadu to give the court a warning. You don't need to come with me. Apart from Heilong, the other twelve are scattered in various places, secretly cultivating Han Chinese forces. I want to destroy the Yuan Dynasty as quickly as possible and return the Mandate of Heaven to the Han people."

"Yes!" Hei Long caught the crystal coffin, unusually excited.

Lin Yaoxie patted the black dragon on the shoulder, summoned the dragon dragon, and soared into the sky.

"Black Long, you need to prepare yourself. Your sister and I, along with others, will be leaving this world soon." A voice reached Black Long's ears, seemingly pouring cold water on his excitement.

"Master is leaving." Hei Long muttered to himself, "After Master leaves, Sister Wushuang will also leave. I will be all alone in this world again."

Looking at the crystal coffin in his hand, Hei Long suddenly felt bored.

In the Forbidden City of Yuan Dadu, the emperor tilted his head, revealing an impatient expression.

The emperor shouted, "Prince Ruyang, when are you going to stop dawdling?"

The officials were silent, exchanging glances. Having served as officials for so many years, this was the first time they had ever witnessed the Grand Marshal of the Armed Forces, Prince Ruyang, being reprimanded by the Emperor in the imperial court.

Prince Ruyang was a veteran of three reigns, suppressing rebellions on numerous occasions and achieving remarkable feats. How could such a loyal minister be annoyed by the emperor for being long-winded just because of a few words of advice?

Prince Ruyang's mouth was half-open, his facial muscles twitching. He really wanted to say a few words to the young emperor, but his daughter Zhao Min quickly tugged at his sleeve to stop him.

The Yuan Dynasty was, after all, a Mongol dynasty. Although it tried its best to imitate the Han people and Han systems, it still maintained the relative equality that the people of the grasslands had always maintained in terms of gender equality.

In addition, Princess Zhao Min was very resourceful and repeatedly devised strategies to help Prince Ruyang defeat his enemies. Therefore, she also had a high reputation in the Yuan Dynasty court and was specially allowed to accompany her father to the palace.

"Your Majesty, my father is old. I beg Your Majesty to forgive his presumptuous words in consideration of his lifelong military exploits." Zhao Min's words were very gentle, and the emperor was greatly pleased to hear them.

"Good to know." The emperor stared at the Prince of Ruyang with narrowed eyes: "Old Prince, I know you are sincere in your concern for the Great Yuan Dynasty. But you should also know your place. It's just a small tomb of the living dead, what's there to be afraid of? Why keep bringing up old grievances? A hundred years have passed since the great battle between good and evil in Lin'an. Even if there really was a Demon Emperor, he would have died long ago."

"Are you sure? I won't have a short lifespan like you!"

A thunderous roar rushed into the main hall as a gigantic dragon flew in from outside, smashing through the ranks of military and civil officials.

Zhao Min and Prince Ruyang turned around at the same time and saw a white-clad youth riding on the back of a large dragon rushing straight towards them.

The Prince of Ruyang's face changed color, and he tried to pull Zhao Min away. But Zhao Min smiled at the white-clad man on the dragon and called out sweetly, "Godfather."

As the word "godfather" was uttered, the previously serious-looking man in white on the dragon smiled slightly. The dragon just barely rose in front of Zhao Min and her father, flying past them close to their heads.

The dragon surged upwards, breaking through the main hall and soaring into the sky. The man in white leaped off the dragon and charged towards the Yuan Dynasty emperor.

There were originally two eunuchs attending to the emperor, but after Jiaolong rushed in, the two eunuchs had already scrambled away, leaving only the Yuan emperor, who was still confused about what was happening, sitting on the long chair.

While still in mid-air, Lin Yaoxie waved his hand, and the Longquan Sword appeared in his palm.

Without any hesitation, the sword landed precisely in front of the Yuan Dynasty emperor. With a single swing, the emperor's head was severed.

With his other hand, Lin Yaoxie grabbed the emperor's hair and raised it towards the assembled officials who hadn't even had a chance to gasp in surprise.

"I am Lin Yaoxie, let's see who has a shorter lifespan!"

After saying this, he threw the emperor's head down the steps. The nerves in the emperor's head were not completely dead. As it slid down the steps, it seemed to be blinking.

The surprise in his eyes had just appeared, and his arrogant and conceited expression was also on full display.

It wasn't until its head landed completely on the main hall and slowly rolled in front of the Prince of Ruyang that its eyes turned to terror, and that terror remained frozen in time.

Prince Ruyang looked down at the emperor's head, then looked up at Lin Yaoxie sitting cross-legged on the long chair, and then turned to look at Zhao Min, whose attention was completely drawn to Lin Yaoxie on the long chair.

The expression on his face was indescribable, but it bore a striking resemblance to the expression of a commander who led an army of 200,000 to attack an ancient tomb before his death.

Lin Yaoxie sat on the chair, stroking the armrest with his hand.

“A hundred years ago, I also sat on a long chair like this in Lin’an.” Lin Yaoxie raised his head, his cold and domineering eyes sweeping over the faces of the ministers one by one: “Back then, I kicked the Southern Song emperor to death, and today I chopped off the dog head of the Yuan emperor. Hahaha, Demon Emperor, Demon Emperor, it seems you really are a professional at slaughtering emperors.”

None of the officials dared to utter a sound, not even the Prince of Ruyang, who stared blankly at the man who had just been so imperious before the emperor.