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Chapter 552: Returning to the Legion! Su Ping is Back!
Chapter 552: Returning to the Legion! Su Ping is Back!
The sword body regenerated.
Qian Yi's body squirmed.
At this moment, aside from the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword, no other being dared to underestimate this peculiar sword-wielding little man.
As for the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword, at this very moment, it was demonstrating what it meant to be utterly humbled.
Of course, for the Evil Spirit Sword, this posture was somewhat abstract, but every being present, every undead, could feel its sincerity.
Including Su Ping, he believed in this being.
He turned to the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword and the countless entities within the dark mist, his mental voice resonating, "Alright, I've proven my strength. As for you all, I'm not here to negotiate. The Heavenly Tomb is completely under my control.
If I wish, I can temporarily sever the connection between the Heavenly Tomb and the Soul Furnace, creating an independent energy cycle. After a while, the undead energy in the Heavenly Tomb will dissipate.
You don't even get to negotiate, let alone roam freely in the ancient lands of my Dragon Kingdom.
I left my previous words to give you a chance and to provide an additional trial ground within the Dragon Kingdom."
As his words fell, another voice slowly emerged from the endless dark mist, "Human, you're being too presumptuous. Do you know where you are? If you have such abilities..."
Su Ping didn't bother listening to the rest; he was indeed tired of dealing with these beings.
The Holy Spirit Rank, once unattainable, has now become within reach after this breakthrough and Qian Yi's evolution.
Many of these beings indeed needed to see the coffin before shedding tears. Since that was the case, he didn't bother with unnecessary words.
Calling out to Qian Yi, Su Ping's figure suddenly disappeared.
He returned to the special space beneath the Heavenly Tomb.
Taking control of the Bone Throne was like second nature to him.
And controlling the Heavenly Tomb was equally instinctive.
According to Charles, the Bone Throne was a resource on par with the Legendary Rank.
The primary reason for this was that the Bone Throne controlled the entire Heavenly Tomb.
This included the Soul Furnace in the special space and the Heavenly Tomb Wilderness above.
Although the Death Sword, the mold, was no longer there, the Soul Furnace could still gather undead energy over time to form an advanced resource.
The Sword Soul previously required by the Death Sword would now become a completely random Undead Domain resource.
At the same time, the energy leak to the Heavenly Tomb Wilderness would be completely cut off.
Without the self-sustaining energy cycle of the Soul Furnace, it was a loss for him, but these Undead Domain Holy Spirits were indeed taking advantage. He decided to cut them off for a while, letting these guys know their place.
Three minutes later, Su Ping reappeared above. He didn't bother with the entities still swirling in the mist; instead, he finally turned to Lord Bai, "Lord Bai, let's go!"
Even if those undead wanted to say something, he didn't care. The opportunity had already been given.
"Roar!"
Lord Bai's true form let out a mighty roar, and his aura instantly surged, dispersing the boundless black mist. The nearby undead were instantly annihilated, turning into dust.
Only the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword, beckoned by Qian Yi, flew to his side.
Circling Qian Yi, it was like an extremely sycophantic lackey, and one couldn't even tell that it was a high-level Holy Spirit Rank ferocious beast.
This also made Lord Bai dismiss the idea of controlling it.
The previously crowded center of the Heavenly Tomb Wilderness now had a clear path as they made their way up.
The man and the tiger chatted casually.
"What were you doing just now, kid?"
Su Ping didn't bother with pretense. The white tiger before him was almost like Saint Dragon Legend, and since the latter hadn't come, all the questions asked were obviously on his behalf.
"I shut down the undead energy cycle in the Heavenly Tomb. After a while, the death energy in the Heavenly Tomb Wilderness will dissipate.
Let these beings know that the Dragon Kingdom has never been able to completely get rid of the undead in the Heavenly Tomb Wilderness,
not because of them, but because of the protection of the Heavenly Tomb. Without the Heavenly Tomb, these beings are actually nothing."
Su Ping didn't care about the Holy Spirit Rank entities lurking in the black mist along the way.
His lack of concern was evident.
Lord Bai paused, "I'm not talking about that! Were you really doing nothing in there?
I'll tell you, if there's anything wrong with you, you'd better tell me now,
When the master comes later, if he finds out you're not yourself, it'll be trouble, meow!"
Obviously, Su Ping absolutely believed what Lord Bai had said.
He chuckled:
"Tell Saint Dragon that I'm back, and when I return to the legion, I'll let him know about the situation in the Heavenly Tomb."
"Meow!"
The black fog receded, and the large group's figures once again headed towards the outside world.
As for the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword, it was unclear whether it wanted to show loyalty to the legendary totem and Su Ping, the Beastmaster Swordmaster, or to Qian Yi, the Swordmaster. It took the lead, opening a path through the Undead black fog that enveloped the front.
What no one in the Northern Border Legion could have imagined was that the Heavenly Tomb threat that had troubled everyone's minds for so long, and the Ghost Tide that had lasted for half a year, had been resolved by Su Ping in just one day.
At this very moment, within the Northern Border Legion.
Cold Sir, who had not slept all night, leaned back in the command center's large chair, his head resting on his shoulder.
He gazed at the satellite image of the Heavenly Tomb.
Although he had tried to convince himself countless times in his heart, at this moment, this man who had witnessed countless life-and-death struggles and Ghost Saints was trembling slightly.
He stared at the satellite image without blinking.
He wanted to see through the image and understand the situation inside.
However, many people present, including Yin Luo and Su Anyong, knew that these were just acts of self-deception.
The isolation of the Heavenly Tomb could not be clearly seen from this side.
Soon, everyone's pupils slightly constricted as something caught their attention.
At the edge of the black fog, a figure appeared.
This figure was all too familiar to Cold Sir and the other legion leaders.
The massive sword body, with its crimson eye on the blade, left no doubt as to the identity of this being.
Supreme Evil Spirit Sword! The high-ranking Sacred Spirit-ranked Undead Companion Beast.
It was also one of the ultimate forces behind the Northern Border Ghost Tide.
Cold Sir's face darkened instantly as he realized this.
Everyone else also understood what had happened.
"Damn, I was wondering why the Undead were so quiet last night. I thought they were intimidated by Saint Dragon.
Turns out they changed their minds and decided to make their move during the day!"
A nearby legion leader, his eyes equally bloodshot, spoke angrily.
Cold Sir, however, was even more agitated.
He stood up, his face darkening, and the other leaders had never seen him so grim.
Cold Sir exhaled deeply, a faint death aura mixed in with his spiritual tremor.
He then surveyed the room:
"You all keep watch. After so long of strategic deployment, you should know what to do!
These things, do they really think we're afraid of them? They're still not calming down!
Just as well, didn't Su Ping say he wanted to use this thing's body to evolve his Companion Beast?
This old grandpa hasn't helped his grandson in a while. I'll kill this thing first, and when Su Ping comes out, I'll give it to him as a gift!"
His words carried a killing intent that shocked everyone.
Cold Sir, a Sacred Spirit-ranked legionnaire with a unique past, had taken countless lives and Beast Companion lives.
After speaking, he turned and left without activating the exclusive aircraft of the Rift Space.
Instead, in the air above the command center, even with mechanical equipment blocking the way, a deeply gloomy dragon roar sounded.
The Ghost Dragon appeared! Everyone present knew that with the Ghost Saint's appearance, the Ghost Saint Lord was truly angry.
Or perhaps, after sitting in the command center all night, thinking about the ancestor's affairs but unable to do anything.
Wang Ba Zuan Zao Piting—frustrated and helpless, that was him.
Meanwhile, Su Anyong remained unmoved.
Under these circumstances, naturally, no one dared to speak.
The acting commander of the First Legion nodded and said:
"In that case, everyone, prepare your subordinates for any sudden situations. We must not have any mishaps at this time!"
However, that was easier said than done.
All eyes were largely focused on the area where the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword had appeared.
They were eager to witness the clash between the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword and the Ghost Saint.
How fast could a Holy Spirit Rank creature fly at full speed?
They were about to find out.
In just over three minutes, Cold Sir, who had been hovering above the command center, arrived near the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword, riding on a cloud of black mist that seemed to share its origin with the Heavenly Tomb.
He covered a distance of several dozen kilometers in just a few minutes.
The black mist beneath Cold Sir had transformed, and his eyes now bore an identical resemblance to the Ghost Dragon beneath him.
The whites of his eyes were obscured, leaving only the striking and eerie red glow.
Within that red glow, there was an unmistakable aura of madness and killing intent, alongside the chill.
Without a moment's hesitation, he rode the Ghost Dragon into the black mist of the Heavenly Tomb Wilderness.
"Roar!"
The terrifying roar shook the heavens, causing all to tremble.
Even the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword, which had been forging ahead and breaking through obstacles in the distance, paused in its tracks.
The large, solitary red iris blinked, looking up at the sky, where Cold Sir and the Ghost Dragon were enveloped in black mist.
However, Cold Sir didn't hesitate and immediately launched an attack! A black chain emerged from within the mist, snapping towards the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword.
Fickle Chain!
This was one of the three set skills of the Death Domain that Cold Sir had mentioned to Su Ping in Dragon City, the burial ground of bones—Fickle Chain, Judge's Pen, and King of Hell's Seal.
Clang!
The Supreme Evil Spirit Sword was no pushover.
As the Fickle Chain appeared, the sword slashed, and a red glow intensified on its blade.
The clanging of metal made Cold Sir react instinctively, unleashing his full power.
"Ghost God's Descent!"
In an instant, the Ghost Dragon seemed to be draped in blood.
The boundless death energy seemed to converge on its body at that moment.
But the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword did not back down.
On the sword's body, numerous blood-red eyes, each several times smaller than the central eye, appeared, densely packed, making anyone who glanced at them feel uncomfortable.
"Dare to resist? Die! King of Hell's Seal!" Cold Sir's voice rang out, and the death energy in the entire Heavenly Tomb Wilderness gathered, forming a massive vortex of deathly aura.
The countless eyes on the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword opened, all gazing at the Ghost Dragon.
At that moment, a voice echoed from within the black mist:
"Evil Spirit Sword! Cold Sir?"
This voice, to Cold Sir, was like a heavenly melody.
However, Cold Sir furrowed his brows, looking at the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword with a cold smile.
"You ghostly thing, you've got some tricks! And you dare to have such thoughts!"
Clearly, Cold Sir considered this to be a mental attack.
This only angered the other existence.
"Roar!"
A roar, several times more terrifying than the Ghost Dragon's, reverberated.
In that instant, not only the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword but also the Ghost Dragon in the sky trembled.
Both lost their ability to resist at that roar, and the next second, a White Tiger emerged from the mist, appearing before their eyes...
Inside the command center.
Everyone had waited for a long time, but there was no sign of the invading Ghost Saint. They eventually turned their attention back to Cold Sir's side.
Unfortunately, Cold Sir had just ridden the Ghost Dragon into the Heavenly Tomb Wilderness, and they couldn't see what was happening clearly.
They could only rely on the satellite's bird's-eye view, which showed the surging and undulating death energy within the mist, giving them a sense of the intense battle taking place inside.
However, what made everyone feel uneasy was that soon, the area fell silent.
Just as many were getting restless and preparing to send someone in to investigate, suddenly, everyone's eyes widened.
The first to appear was the Supreme Evil Spirit Sword.
Then, Cold Sir emerged, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
But what made their eyes almost pop out was...
The Supreme Evil Spirit Sword, which should have been at odds with the Ghost Dragon, now circled around it, seemingly in a provocative manner. Yet, the Ghost Dragon did not attack.
Instead, they both came out together? What the hell was going on?
Soon, they understood.
A White Tiger appeared, and Su Ping rode on its neck, emerging from the black mist.
(End of Chapter)
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