Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation
chapter-881

Bai Wuxue’s words fired up everyone. The Martial Sages all circulated their Heavenly Sage Laws as they charged forward together with him.

With twenty elite Martial Sages at the vanguard, they crushed the patrolling Demonic Corpses in their way. Bai Wuxue took the lead in the charge. Before him, he had no rival. They slaughtered Demonic Corpses one after another.

When Bai Wuxue reached the hall in the center of the island, he suddenly stopped. His expression changed as he said, “Why was it that as we killed our way here, we encountered only Demonic Corpses? There was not a single Corpse Race cultivator.”

The others only cared about killing. Furthermore, Bai Wuxue’s earlier words had worked them up. They did not feel any burden for they all considered this Heavenly Wind Island a dead island.

When they heard what Bai Wuxue said, they could not help but think back and realized that this had indeed been the case.

“That’s right. Why was there not even one Corpse Race cultivator?”

“Could they all be hiding? That would be too boring.”

Bai Wuxue thought for a moment, and his expression suddenly changed. He said, “Quickly, go! Our movements have been exposed. We fell into a trap.”

Seeing that some of the others had not reacted yet, twenty-one of them flew up and ran first without caring about anyone else.

While killing their way here, they had not even seen a single Corpse Race cultivator. The Corpse Race cultivators simply let them slaughter the Demonic Corpses. Clearly, the Corpse Race cultivators wanted to lure them to the center of the island. If this was not a trap, what could this be?

However, even after thinking for a long time, the group could not understand. How did the news leak out? Despite everything they had done, the Corpse Race had actually made arrangements in advance!

“Bai Wuxue, why are you suddenly thinking of leaving? Weren’t you saying some grand words earlier? Wanting to sweep through the Heavenly Wind Island?”

A figure appeared in front of Bai Wuxue in the cover of night, blocking his egress. Death Qi surged as this figure sent a palm strike at the retreating Bai Wuxue.

“Underworld Fire Sovereign’s descendant, Wei Hua?” When Bai Wuxue saw the appearance of the figure, his heart could not help but sink. This time, he might have pushed things too far and gotten into trouble. Unexpectedly, Wei Hua was here as well.

The two sent out a palm strike at each other before both retreated a hundred steps. Before Bai Wuxue could disperse the death Qi from that palm strike, another person appeared in the air. Without giving Bai Wuxue a chance to catch his breath, this person sent out another palm strike and forced him back into the group from Black Monarch Island.

The person who attacked was precisely Wang Can, who came together with Wei Hua. While he was weaker than Bai Wuxue, he was more than up to dealing with Bai Wuxue when working with Wei Hua.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Night Pearls soared into the air, and light exploded in the darkness, illuminating the entire sky as bright as day.

In each of the cardinal directions were four Superior Grade Martial Sages leading large groups of Corpse Race cultivators. There were many Medial Grade Martial Sages, Inferior Grade Martial Sages, and a horrifying number of Demonic Corpses. They tightly surrounded the group, not leaving any gaps for them to slip through.

Furthermore, three Corpse Race King Grade warships, made by refining the corpses of strong flood dragons, hovered in the sky above. A horrifying death Qi gathered in each dragon’s mouth. Their scarlet eyes were even more terrifying.

The two Vice Palace Lords of Black Monarch Island, Bai Wuxue, and Ximen Bao, as well as the group of peak Medial Grade Martial Sages, were all frightened silly when they saw such a formation. Their complexions turned ashen. With such a formation, it looked like the entire Corpse Race army was here.

“What’s going on? Wasn’t this a sudden sneak attack? How come we ended up like fish in a net? Bai Wuxue, what is going on here?!”

The two Vice Island Lords were extremely anxious. They were both shocked and enraged. With such a formation, how could there be any chance for survival? They had allowed Bai Wuxue to sabotage them.

Ximen Bao showed extreme fear in his eyes. At this moment, he lost the ability to make any decisions. He stammered somewhat as he said, “Ba-Bai Wuxue, what should we do? There is so many Corpse Race experts and also three King Grade warships. We are dead for sure.”

The Ximen Clan had a Martial Emperor protecting them. They would definitely have some means to protect themselves. Even so, Ximen Bao did not think his Secret Treasure, which was for his protection, would be sufficient in this situation.

Bai Wuxue was someone who had experienced a large-scale battle before. After getting flustered for a while, he settled down his emotions and said, “Your ancestor is a Martial Emperor, after all. This Wei Hua will not kill you. At most, he would just restrain you and demand a ransom from your ancestor.”

When Ximen Bao heard this, his expression could not help but turn even more unsightly. He was an outstanding talent, yet he was reduced to a prisoner of war. This was even worse than death to him.

“As for the two Vice Island Lords, haha! If this Bai is not wrong, Black Monarch Island’s Island Lord must have leaked out the news. So you can’t blame this Bai.”

When the two Island Lords heard this, their faces sank. They both objected in a strange tone simultaneously, “That is impossible. The Island Lord’s son died at the hands of the Corpse Race. How could he betray us and leak news out? He was the first person to approve of your plans.”

Bai Wuxue wondered, Could there be a mole at an even higher level? However, after thinking about it, he revealed a bitter smile. So what if there is, and so what if there isn’t? My road comes to an end today. I, Bai Wuxue, am finished.

Wei Hua had a stern expression on his face as he said firmly, “Cripple your own cultivation and tie yourselves up to await capture. If you do that, I will leave you a path to life. Otherwise, all of you will die. I will not repeat myself.”

Immediately, the Corpse Race cultivators all shouted, “Cripple your cultivation and tie yourselves up!” The voices were like waves, resounding in every direction, surging without end.

Before this roar, the morale of Black Monarch Island’s elite Martial Sages fell to rock bottom. They felt that they had no path to life left. They could not even muster any courage.

Become a captive?

At this thought, Bai Wuxue revealed a decisive expression on his face. If he really became a captive, he might as well just end himself.

“Leave from the east. I’ll make an opening for you all. Whether we manage to escape or not will depend on oneself.” Bai Wuxue looked around and glanced at the four Superior Grade Martial Sages guarding the east. However, he was not confident at all.

Under the illumination of the Night Pearls, the island was bright as day. The expressions of Wei Hua and his group were very clear—replete with confidence in their victory.

After destroying this group of people, Black Monarch Island’s strength would be completely crippled. After that, the Corpse Race would make a sneak attack at night to penetrate the final line of defense. They would attack the Martial God Palace’s main camp together with the Muddy Sky Gate. With their Corpse Refining Pool, the fall of Dragon Wood Star was just a matter of time.

Everything seemed to be within Wei Hua’s grasp as expected. He felt very smug, enormously proud of his success. He waved his hand and prepared to give the order to attack.

The strong elite troops from Black Monarch Island were at the very least Medial Grade Martial Sages. Usually, they had boundless combat prowess, dominating wherever they went. Now, their morale was rock bottom, all their faces ashen. They felt listless, as only death awaited them, no matter what they did.

“Rumble…!”

Right at this moment, a shout suddenly rose from east of the ironclad encirclement, where a team of twenty people under the lead of a white figure was charging forward wildly. No one among the Corpse Race could block them.

Under the illumination of the Night Pearls, that white figure stood out. As he executed his moves, there was the hum of an absolute treasured saber.

This person’s whole body emanated a sharp intent. Above his head floated a purple Lightning Talisman with four strands of golden light flowing around it. Occasionally, golden light shot out of it. No one could delay him even for a moment.

Behind this person were twenty young disciples. Their strength was much weaker than that of Bai Wuxue’s elite troops. However, their morale was high. All of them were killing ferociously, not showing any intention to retreat. They all burst forth with startling combat prowess.

Under the leadership of that white figure, this team miraculously tore a hole in the ironclad encirclement in an instant.

Xiao Chen blew away the four Superior Grade Martial Sages before him with one punch, one after another. He did not give them any chance to work together. As his long hair fluttered, blood stained his white robes red.

“Brother Wei Hua, it has been two years. We meet again.”

Xiao Chen executed Myriad Heaven Divine Fist’s Distant Legend, merging his Vital Qi, Quintessence, and Magic Energy. Then, he casually blasted away a Corpse Race Superior Grade Martial Sage, forcing him into unwilling retreat.

He stood firmly and looked calmly at Wei Hua, the Underworld Fire Sovereign’s descendant.

Unremitting sagely music resounded everywhere, singing of Xiao Chen’s legend. As a golden light spread out, Xiao Chen looked like a celestial being in the night, surprising everyone as they looked at him.

Wei Hua’s thoughts fell into chaos for a moment. Why did Xiao Chen come to this Heavenly Wind Island at this moment?

Not only could Wei Hua not figure this out, but Bai Wuxue and the others, who had thought their situation was hopeless, were also surprised at Xiao Chen bringing reinforcements like a divine army descending from heaven.

“Bai Wuxue, Ximen Bao, how much longer are you going to wait before leaving?!”

Seeing the stunned Bai Wuxue, Ximen Bao, and the other elite Martial Sages, Xiao Chen could not help but shout, sounding like a roar of thunder.

These people came to their senses and quickly headed towards Xiao Chen. They used their Clone Techniques and charged across.

Wei Hua reacted. His face turned as cold as frost as he said icily, “You came at the right time. We can get everyone in one go. Corpse Race cultivators, heed my orders. Surround them and kill them all. Give no quarter.”

“Haha! Get everyone in one go? Naturally, not a single one of the people that I, Xiao Chen, want to save, will be left out. Let’s see how you, Wei Hua, are going to get everyone.”

Xiao Chen fought the four Superior Grade Martial Sages in the east alone. While doing so, he opened his mouth and spat out the Dragon’s Gate’s warship. “Supreme Sky Sect disciples, board the Dragon’s Gate’s warship. Jin Lin, Xiao Xian, and Liu Ke, the three of you pilot the warship and pick them up. I will follow after you.”

He looked around and saw the Corpse Race army crowded around them, like floodwaters rushing in. As he stopped on high ground and his robes fluttered, his heart remained calm and his thoughts clear.

Jin Lin and the others were very familiar with the controls of the Dragon’s Gate’s warship. On their way to Dragon Wood Star, the curious younger-generation disciples had thoroughly explored the craft.

The warship flew swiftly, instantly parting the crowd. It arrived before Bai Wuxue and the others. When those embattled cultivators saw the Dragon’s Gate’s warship, they rejoiced and boarded quickly.

Seeing that everyone got on safely, Jin Lin immediately controlled the warship to soar into the sky. However, the Corpse Race’s three King Grade warships blocked the Dragon’s Gate’s warship.

“Xiao Xian, control the cannons and ballistae. The rest of you, focus on maintaining the defensive shield. Let’s play around with these three stinky dragons and show them what overwhelming power is.”

Jin Lin laughed loudly. Facing the three Corpse Race King Grade warships, he did not evince any fear. The other Supreme Sky Sect disciples were all very excited as well; they ran around in high spirits.

When Bia Wuxue and the others saw this scene, they all felt very stifled. Why did this group of people have such high morale?

When Xiao Chen saw the Dragon’s Gate’s warship soar into the air, he smiled faintly and relaxed. Now he could focus on the battle before him.