Chapter 65: Swarms of Ants Can Kill an Elephant

Chapter 65: Innumerable Ants Can Kill an Elephant

"The Second Young Master of the Lin family?"

The old man sitting high on the steps flashed his gaze, a look of realization dawning on his face.

"I have long heard that the Second Young Master of the Lin family possesses the Three-Yang Spiritual Body, rumored to have the potential of a Golden Core cultivator, though he has always been sheltered behind the scenes by the Lin family and rarely showed his face in public. Seeing him today, he is indeed extraordinary."

"The Lin family was truly willing to part with you, sending even you out."

Lin Zhen smiled politely. "Since senior is aware of the Lin family's determination, I must ask you to make way for us. Your Jiang family has occupied this Yue State for far too long."

The old man's expression remained unchanged as he simply asked, "With the Lin family acting in this manner, are you not afraid of the Jiang family's retaliation afterward?"

Lin Zhen replied indifferently, "If we hesitated and looked back at every step, the Lin family would not have reached where we are today. While Old Ancestor Jiang's Pagoda Myongwang Body is undoubtedly indestructible, my family's Dragon-Slaying Sword is likewise razor-sharp."

"Speaking of which, junior has a question that stirs great curiosity. Senior is willing to abandon the very empire of Yue State just to guard this place—what kind of secret lies hidden here?"

The old man chuckled. "You may come and see for yourself."

Lin Zhen instead took a step back. "Senior's cultivation is profound, so junior will not make a fool of myself."

He waved his hand forward. His voice rolled like thunder, yet carried a hint of jade-like resonance that struck straight at the human heart.

"The White Lotus Mother is watching you! To die for the sect is to attain ultimate bliss in the afterlife!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The remaining silver-armored soldiers picked up their weapons, a fanatical light blazing in their eyes, and charged toward the old man.

Even though the old man had just exploded the heads of nearly a thousand silver-armored soldiers with a single burst of extreme spiritual pressure, facing their long-held fanatical faith, this level of death was not enough to frighten them.

"Overestimating your abilities!"

The old man let out another cold snort.

Centered on the old man, a transparent ripple swept outward through the air.

Every silver-armored soldier caught in the shockwave was utterly defenseless. They collapsed along their charge, blood streaming from their seven orifices, without even coming within thirty feet of the old man.

Barely a dozen breaths passed.

Not a single one of the remaining silver-armored soldiers was left standing.

"Is this your trick? Driving a flock of mortals to their deaths?"

The old man looked coldly at Lin Zhen.

He had already seen through Lin Zhen's sinister intentions: using these mortals to continuously consume his spiritual energy and mental focus.

Yet, for some reason, he was unwilling to leave this sleeping palace even for a moment.

"If they can consume even a shred of senior's magic power for me, then even if every last one of them dies, it is entirely worth it."

A trace of mockery curled the corners of Lin Zhen's lips.

"However, I am growing increasingly curious about what lies within that sleeping palace. What on earth is senior guarding?

The Emperor of Yue is nothing more than a mortal of flesh and blood; he is certainly not worth senior fighting this desperately."

With that, Lin Zhen ascended into the sky. His silver armor gleamed brilliantly, and his voice echoed across the entire imperial palace.

"By decree of the Mahayana Patriarch: whoever is the first to breach the Monarch's sleeping palace shall be enfeoffed as a peerless side-by-side prince! Bestowed the territory of an entire county! Rewarded with one hundred thousand taels of gold!"

"You—!!"

The old man's eyes were filled with astonishment.

Lin Zhen's gaze lowered, devoid of a shred of emotion.

"To die at senior's hands is also their honor."

Sure enough, with the promulgation of this decree, coupled with the gaze of the heavenly Patriarch and Divine Son, the rebel soldiers—already intoxicated by the prospects of wealth and glory—grew even more frantic. Using Lin Zhen in the sky as their beacon, they swarmed toward the sleeping palace en masse.

The courtyard gates were too narrow, the human tide was too vast, and with no shortage of martial arts experts mixed within, even the palace walls were smashed down.

Looking down from high above, streams of people surrounded the sleeping palace from all four directions. They were dense and swarming like ants, enough to make one's skin crawl.

Yu Xian heard a rumbling sound echoing from behind him, followed by sudden darkness as a brick wall collapsed, burying him and several corpses nearby in debris and rubble.

Fortunately, his physical body had long since been tempered by magic to the point where it could resist swords and sabers; otherwise, just the weight of the collapse would have cost him half his life.

Yu Xian felt a secret shock.

This Second Young Master of the Lin family was truly merciless.

Silently, he buried himself deeper, then peered through a few light-transmitting cracks in the bricks. Not daring to casually sweep the area with his divine sense, he relied solely on his naked eyes to barely observe the external situation.

He saw the old man on the steps rise abruptly, letting out a long howl toward the sky. The aged aura of death that clung to him was swept away in an instant.

Then, his body swelled as if being pumped with water, transforming in the blink of an eye into a muscular little giant over two meters tall.

"I have always heard that the Jiang family's Pagoda Myongwang Technique can cultivate the Pagoda Myongwang Body—a physique like a divine pagoda suppressing all demons, a heart like the Myongwang guarding the spiritual platform.

I wonder how many percentages of the original Ancestor Jiang's power senior's Pagoda Myongwang Body can display?"

Lin Zhen's voice rang out clearly, carrying the calm composure of someone holding victory in the palm of his hand.

In contrast, the old man's roar sounded like a cornered beast struggling in desperation.

"The catastrophe of the Lin family's extermination begins today!"

"You ants, dare you advance even half a step!"

Intense pressure forced its way out from the old man's body, causing even the pebbles on the ground to begin vibrating.

"Roar!"

The old man did not use any spiritual arts or magic treasures; relying purely on his formidable physical body, he unleashed a massive lion's roar.

Boom!

A violent gale whipped across the plaza.

The pebbles on the ground weathered away into dust at a visible rate, while the soldiers charging at the very front had their flesh instantly melted away, some even revealing the white bone fragments within.

Everyone was forced to shut their eyes tightly.

Another wide-area slaughter.

Thousands of mortal soldiers offered zero resistance, swept away and annihilated like withered weeds.

Roar, roar, roar!

The roars still reverberated through the air, yet the sleeping palace behind the old man remained completely unscathed.

At this sight, even the most fanatical individuals were shaken to their core.

The little giant-like old man before them was simply a monster. No matter how generous the reward, one needed to be alive to spend it.

For a moment, the forward surge came to a grinding halt.

However, the rebellious army that had breached the imperial palace numbered in the hundreds of thousands. Though those in the front were deterred and came to a stop, those in the rear could only hear the massive roars and continued to press forward relentlessly.

Lin Zhen's voice arrived timely from the sky.

"Another decree from the Mahayana Patriarch: whoever enters a hundred paces into the Monarch's sleeping palace shall be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold!"

The rebel forces in the rear instantly boiled over.

"Kill!"

"Brother, what are you dawdling for? Move! If you're late, there won't be any gold left!"

"Charge!"

"I am going to become a prince! Everyone get out of my way!"

"We can't go forward! That's a monster!"

"To hell with the monster! I only believe in the blade in my hand!"

"Don't trample me, don't trample me!"

...

The human tide in the rear rolled forward like a tidal wave. No matter how terrified or reluctant the soldiers in the front were, they were forced forward.

As for wanting to retreat...

Other than being trampled to death by their own people, there was no second possibility.

With no alternative left to them, they could only wave their blades forward.

"Kill this old monster!"

"Kill him together!"

Countless blade tips surged forward.

Boom!

The old man took a step forward, a wave of bloody aura erupting from his body, slowly condensing into the phantom of a Vajra behind him.

"Myongwang's Wrath!"

The temperature in the air skyrocketed. The old man stood like a reef amidst the surging waves, letting the human tide crash against him while he remained completely unmovable.

Then, streams of pure, blood-qi-condensed flames shot forth, exploding amidst the crowd.