Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor-Chapter 339 - 337: Bloodbath at Camel Peak Ridge!

Camel Peak Ridge, as its name implies, has a terrain resembling the hump of a camel, hence the name. It is also one of the ten peaks of Miao Territory, strategically located at the throat of north and south Miao Territory, with extremely dangerous terrain.

On this day, the fog had yet to dissipate when Wui Batian and his group had already rushed to Camel Peak Ridge. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Their party, in addition to Wui Batian, included three Grandmaster Level Elders from the Yin Ghost Sect, four Half-step Innate experts from the Hei Family, and their respective controlled iron-armored copper corpses.

The Hei Family is famous in Miao Territory for corpse refinement, especially the iron-armored copper corpses they developed, which are as solid as rocks, impervious to swords and spears, comparable to a Master of Cross-training. Four iron-armored copper corpses joining forces could even contend against a Cross-training Master.

An Elder from the Yin Ghost Sect, named Jin Jian, pointed at the mountains ahead and said to Wui Batian and others, "After crossing Camel Peak Ridge, seventy miles ahead is Bai Family Village. Everyone be careful, we might encounter Immortal Master Li on the way!"

Wui Batian sneered disdainfully and said, "Humph, if he dares to come, I will certainly let him taste the suffering of thousands of ghosts gnawing bones in Miao Territory!"

A Deacon from the Hei Family named Hei Biao quickly agreed: "Wu Family Master is right. For thousands of years, whoever dared to offend Miao Territory has ended up shattered to pieces."

The Hei Family and the Bai Family had past grievances. This time, coming to the rescue was largely to associate with Wui Batian and the Yin Ghost Sect. Now there was an opportunity to flatter, as a member of the Hei Family, Hei Biao naturally did not miss it.

The three Elders from the Yin Ghost Sect had seen the terror of Li Chen’s Thousand-Mile Curse Killing, thus none dared to take him lightly.

They wanted to remind Wui Batian, but then remembered that his son had been recently killed by Immortal Master Li, fueling his anger, so they swallowed the reminder that had almost escaped their lips.

"This Central Plains has an excellent saying, ’being cautious makes for a safe ship for ten thousand years.’ Immortal Master Li is by no means an ordinary man. It’s best for us to be cautious to avoid capsizing in a covered drain!"

After speaking, Elder Jin Jian turned his gaze to Hei Biao and said, "Hei Biao, you and your brothers go scout ahead!"

Although Hei Biao and the others were somewhat reluctant, since the party was from the Yin Ghost Sect and he was an Elder, Hei Biao could not defy them and nodded in agreement.

Hei Biao and his brothers, driving the iron-armored copper corpses, formed two groups, supporting each other cautiously towards the valley ahead.

Walking about a hundred steps, Hei Zhuang pointed to an iron sword embedded in a huge rock and said, "Look, why is there a sword here?"

Hei Biao and the others exchanged glances and then cautiously gathered around it.

They circled the iron sword twice and found nothing unusual.

Hei Zhuang asked, "Should we notify Wui Batian and Jin Jian?"

Hei Biao waved his hand dismissively and said, "It’s just an iron sword, not worth making a fuss about. Just pull it out!"

While speaking, he reached out to pull the iron sword.

However, despite all his effort, the sword did not budge.

"Damn, it’s stuck in deep, come help me out!"

Hei Biao cursed, spat into his palm twice, and again prepared to pull the sword.

But before he could exert any force, the iron sword suddenly began to tremble violently.

Before Hei Biao could react, a sharp cold light flashed abruptly, piercing directly through the Life Gate in his chest.

"Phut!"

Hei Biao spat a mouthful of blood skywards, his eyes bulging as he collapsed to the ground.

The other three brothers, terrified, each drew their weapons and formed a "品" shaped formation, anxiously watching their surroundings.

"Swoosh!"

A flash of cold light!

Hei Zhuang and the others felt a piercing pain before their eyes, and when they opened their eyes again, they were shocked to find blood dripping from the Life Gates at their throats.

"Phut!"

"Phut!"

"Phewt!"

Blood spurted like a fountain, staining the rocks with a glaring crimson.

At this moment, a figure descended from the cliff, as gracefully as a White Crane spreading its wings, landing steadily.

The young man was none other than Li Chen!

He had just set up a Sword Array here when he saw four unlucky fellows, driving armored copper corpses this way.

After confirming that they were all dead, Li Chen turned his gaze to the armored copper corpses.

He regarded them like a great artist admiring sculptures, scrutinizing the armored copper corpses carefully.

Then, a smile as eerie as that of a Death God formed on the corner of Li Chen’s lips.

...

Wui Batian, Golden Sword, and others heard unusual noises ahead and quickly followed.

However, what they saw were only four armored copper corpses.

The armored copper corpses, each over 2.5 meters tall and twice the width of a normal person, stood in a row, completely blocking the already narrow and rugged mountain path.

" Hei Biao, Hei Zhuang, what are you playing at?" Seeing this, Golden Sword asked irritably in a loud voice.

Wui Batian smelled a faint scent of blood in the air and urgently shouted, "Be careful, it’s an ambush!"

"Swish, swish, swish, swish!"

Before he could finish speaking, four iron swords thrust through the armored copper corpses, shooting towards Wui Batian and the others.

"Phewt!"

"Phewt!"

"Phewt!"

...

The iron swords were too fast, and their angles extremely cunning, making them hard to defend against.

Therefore, the elite disciples of the Yin Ghost Sect and the excellent disciples of the Wu Family were still confused about what was happening and were bewilderingly killed by the swords.

In just a dozen or so breaths, the ground was littered with bodies lying in all directions.

Watching this, the hearts of Golden Sword and Wui Batian bled.

These were the elite disciples of their sects or families, each nurtured with decades of effort.

Usually, losing even one was deeply distressing. Now, they were dying en masse.

After the iron swords crisscrossed back and forth thirty times, aside from the three Elders of the Yin Ghost Sect, Golden Sword, Mu Tong, Tamu, and Wu Family Master Wui Batian, no one else was left standing, all had fallen.

"Immortal Master Li, since you’ve come, why not show yourself?" Wui Batian’s facial muscles twitched violently as he roared hysterically.

As his words fell, a dashing young man appeared from behind the cliff.

Li Chen grinned at Wui Batian and the others, showing eight neat little white teeth, and spoke lightly: "Gentlemen, how do you find my generous gift? Not bad, right?"

Wui Batian became furious and roared, "Hmph, Immortal Master Li, heaven has a road yet you refuse to take it; hell has no gate yet here you are. Had you kept hiding in Jiangnan, I might have still been unable to do anything to you. I never imagined you would seek death by provoking us in Miao Territory!"

Li Chen responded with a cold smile, "Whether it’s seeking death or not, we’ll see!"

Having said that, he put away the smile on his face, pointed at Golden Sword, Mu Tong, and Tamu, and said, "I’m in a rush, so the three of you come at me together, to save the hassle!"