Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 23 4 vs 3

Chapter Twenty-Three: Four vs. Three

The terror of the desert maze far exceeded Cui Yi's expectations. After Zhuo Yang lured away the horde of corpses, he led a few others cautiously forward to search for the rest. However, they still attracted more and more mummified corpses, which they couldn't kill off completely, and were eventually surrounded by the horde.

More than four hours have passed since they entered the maze. Cui Yi still has three people with him: Meng Xiaojun, Su Hui, and a tomb raider.

The two people who were previously by Liang Yongqing's side broke through the encirclement on their own during the chaotic battle. The disciple who was injured in the thigh died in battle, and Su Hui joined the tomb raiders and insisted on staying by Cui Yi's side.

"Has the core of the formation appeared?"

The four of them stopped without realizing it and stood back to back.

The horde of corpses was also drawn by the massive explosion, turning around in unison, their eyes glowing with ghostly light as they looked toward the spot where the explosion had occurred.

As the sandstorm subsided, a figure floated above the giant crater, graceful and elegant, one hand behind his back, a long sword pointed diagonally at the ground, his expression serene. His domineering presence was captivating.

"Zhuoyang!"

Several people shouted excitedly.

Meng Xiaojun shouted excitedly, "Uncle with the herniated disc, I knew you wouldn't die! You're amazing!"

Su Hui pinched him subtly and said in a low voice angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? How can you call Brother Zhuoyang 'Uncle with a herniated disc'?"

"hiss……"

Meng Xiaojun gasped in pain, annoyed, and said, "From 'uncle' to 'brother,' your address is even more inappropriate than mine..."

"What did you say?"

Su Hui got angry, glaring at him with wide eyes, which scared Meng Xiaojun so much that he dared not continue.

"Brother Zhuoyang, you've come at the right time!" Cui Yi was almost exhausted and didn't bother with formalities. He quickly directed the group to escape up the sand dune.

Zhuo Yang nodded, his expression turning cold, and wisps of lightning immediately appeared on the dragon-patterned longsword.

"I will slaughter you all and see if the formation's core will emerge on its own!"

With a flick of his dragon-patterned longsword, he plunged into the surging horde of corpses.

Sword after sword, each strike severing the head of a dried-up corpse; where lightning flashed, heads rolled.

All the mummified corpses that were torn apart by lightning had their ghostly flames in their eyes slowly dissipate, never to be reunited, and thus truly died.

Zhuo Yang strolled leisurely through the horde of corpses, and within minutes, hundreds of mummified bodies lay dead behind him.

His cultivation level improved greatly, and he fought with great relish.

Several people climbed to the top of the sand dune to observe, and they all looked as if they had duck eggs stuffed into their mouths, unable to close them no matter what.

"Wow, Uncle with the herniated disc is amazing!" Meng Xiaojun was incredibly envious, fantasizing that he could be just as good.

Su Hui stared wide-eyed, her eyes brimming with tears, her gaze almost turning into peach blossoms.

Girls admire strong people; it's an innate instinct.

“His cultivation has become much stronger; it seems he has broken through.” The more Cui Yi looked at Zhuo Yang, the more he admired him. He felt that Zhuo Yang’s cultivation was even more powerful than his own, and his desire to bring Zhuo Yang into the Dragon Court became even stronger.

The individual members of the horde were weak; even a low-level Yellow Rank martial artist could take on several of them single-handedly. They relied on numbers and immortality to win, and now they could only be slaughtered by Zhuo Yang.

When the entire depression was covered with fallen, mummified corpses, the earth began to tremble, and countless huge sand dunes began to collapse.

A few minutes later, the earthquake stopped, a huge sand spring emerged, and a large amount of sand and gravel sprayed into the air. Finally, a burly, mummified corpse, about three meters tall, holding a broad, door-sized sword, appeared with a bang.

It was dressed in iron armor and wore an iron helmet, looking like a demon god.

Meng Xiaojun, Su Hui, and the tomb raiders were all terrified and lay on the ground, too scared to move.

Cui Yi, however, was in high spirits and jumped off the sand dune to stand shoulder to shoulder with Zhuo Yang.

"Finally something to cheer me up!" he said excitedly.

Zhuo Yang said calmly, "Aren't you afraid of the Corpse General?"

"What's there to be afraid of!" Cui Yi held his spear horizontally, his heroic aura soaring to the sky. "I'm getting fed up with those unkillable dried corpses. Let me go first and vent my anger!"

Zhuo Yang nodded and stepped aside.

The three-meter-tall giant mummified corpse roared to the sky, its voice deafening. Then, it brandished its enormous saber and charged toward Cui Yi.

Each step sent sand flying, like a war elephant stampeding.

Cui Yi also rushed forward, and the two, one human and one corpse, quickly engaged in combat. Their head-on clashes were surprisingly evenly matched.

Zhuo Yang watched quietly, waiting for Cui Yi to vent his anger before speaking.

The battle lasted only two or three minutes when Zhuo Yang suddenly frowned and immediately shouted, "Old Cui!"

The moment he shouted it out, a dark beam of light shot straight toward the back of Cui Yi's head.

"Beware!"

Zhuo Yang roared and immediately leaped into the air, heading straight for the top of a sand dune.

At this moment, with Zhuo Yang's reminder and his considerable cultivation, Cui Yi suddenly ducked and rolled away from the giant corpse's feet, narrowly avoiding the dark light.

With a whoosh, a stream of black blood spurted from the giant corpse's thigh, and a dark light pierced through its thigh and into the sand.

Then, the dark light flew out of the sand again and quickly returned to the top of the dune.

Four figures appeared on the sand dune. One of them, with bandages wrapped around his chest and stained with blood, was Liang Yongqing, who had been seriously injured by Zhuo Yang's sword. The other three were his companions.

Zhuo Yang leaped forward and thrust his sword at Liang Yongqing without hesitation.

"Ah, help me!" Liang Yongqing panicked and rolled away to escape a long distance.

The other three men simultaneously drew their weapons, each wielding a short stick. One of them, with a flick of his wrist, caught a flying black light in his hand—it was a throwing knife.

Zhuo Yang narrowed his eyes upon seeing the throwing knife: "Who is Liu Yimin to you?"

"Liu Yimin?"

A burly man with a dark expression said in a deep voice, "He's my junior brother. You know him?"

"Hmph, I killed him!" Zhuo Yang said indifferently.

The three of them suddenly changed their expressions.

The dark-faced man flew into a rage: "You killed my junior brother, why?"

Liang Yongqing ran over, gritting his teeth, and said, "Last night we received a distress signal from Junior Brother Liu, but when we got there we found him already dead. I never imagined it was you who did it!"

Staring coldly at Zhuo Yang, Liang Yongqing wished he could devour him whole.

He was one of the two people who appeared at the stadium afterward last night.

Facing the four experts, Zhuo Yang remained indifferent, saying, "He wanted to kill me, so I killed him."

With his left hand, he pulled out two throwing knives from the small backpack at his lower back; they were the same style as the ones in the dark-faced man's hand.

"So it was you who killed Junior Brother Liu!" The dark-faced man's face was contorted with hatred as he pointed his short stick at Zhuo Yang. "I was originally thinking of cooperating with you, but I didn't expect you to kill Liu Yimin first and then injure Liang Yongqing. Today, I will make you taste the pain of having your soul forcibly extracted!"

The four people immediately spread out and surrounded Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang remained calm and said indifferently, "Two Golden Core stage experts plus two Heartbeat stage experts, it seems this ancient tomb is quite alluring to you. I do not kill nameless ghosts, state your names!"

"I am Lu Mingjiang!"

"Liang Yongqing!"

"Zhang Zhenxiong!"

"Zhao Kun!"

The four people introduced themselves.

"Zhuo Yang, I'm here to help you!"

Cui Yi climbed the sand dune, swept his spear across the ground, and was filled with boundless pride.

"And I!"

Chen Guo came running from the other side of the sand dune, his figure agile and full of heroic spirit.

Four vs. three, the situation is not optimistic.

Zhuo Yang was unusually excited. He shook his longsword, and his aura soared to the sky.