#827 - Chapter 827 Killing the Wu Clan Halfway

Walking out, he saw the Imperial Spirit Guards at the entrance, paused, and his expression softened slightly.

The Imperial Spirit Guards saw Xuan come out and all nodded and saluted, "Lord Xuan, what are your orders?"

Xuan patted their shoulders, "Relax, it's nothing. I just went in to report to Lord Ling, but found she wasn't in the main hall handling official business."

"What's wrong with our Lord Ling lately?"

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Spirit Guards' faces immediately showed anger and disdain, "Alas, our Lord Ling is too foolish. Except for that Ye Kong from逍遥Peak who can make her sad, when have you ever seen her so weak?"

"Oh? Ye Kong? What did Ye Kong do to Lord Ling?" Xuan hurriedly followed up.

"Their Star River Sect was invaded, and the disciples of逍遥Peak were in trouble. Which of those things did our Lord Ling not protect them in?"

As he spoke, the Imperial Spirit Guard quietly leaned closer, "Lord Ling even risked her life to climb the Stairs of Time, just to save Ye Kong!"

"What?" Xuan immediately shouted, his breathing becoming more pronounced, and angrily said, "Lord Ling was risking her life!"

"That's right, and what's even more outrageous is that Ye Kong doesn't appreciate it!"

The Imperial Spirit Guard spoke faster and faster, becoming more and more angry, "He has repeatedly spoken coldly to Lord Ling, showing no consideration for her efforts and deep affection!"

"Damn it, Ye Kong!" Xuan cursed, his eyes revealing murderous intent, and the veins on his hands bulged, making his already burly body even stronger.

"You, all of you, come with me!" Xuan coldly threw out this sentence.

Apart from the bulging veins and the "creaking" of his bones, which showed he was angry, his words carried no emotion.

The Imperial Spirit Guards were already frustrated, and now hearing Xuan issue an order, they all gathered around, looking at Xuan with firm eyes.

In the heat of their emotions, they all forgot that they couldn't even beat Ye Kong, let alone all of them.

Even if they all risked their lives, they couldn't win.

"Let's go,逍遥Peak!"

"Yes!"

Hundreds of rays of light instantly rose into the sky, disappearing after leaving a brief afterimage.

The wind howled past his ears, and the higher he flew, the lower the temperature. The cool wind beating on his face made him feel more awake, and he had no regrets about this trip.

Halfway there, Xuan vaguely felt a tinkling sound coming from ahead, and it was getting closer and closer.

Xuan stopped and took a closer look. Good heavens, it was a group of undead, their heads covered in countless small braids, their necks wearing more than a dozen black collars, and draped in black and gray leather.

These undead were heading towards the demon clan, and Xuan knew that the undead and the demon clan had always been enemies. Could it be…

Xuan gently jumped down from the clouds below, blocking the undead's path, his hands behind his back, and his deep voice spread out: "What are you trying to do?"

The leader of the undead, who was leading the way, raised his hand in a gesture to stop. He squinted his eyes to look at Xuan.

He saw that this person was eight feet tall, with a strong physique, and the slightly protruding chest and abdominal muscles showed that the person in front of him was strong and powerful.

Although he couldn't see Xuan's face clearly, this person's aura was powerful, and he was wearing purple armor, which emitted a faint cold light.

He looked like he was not easy to mess with. What to do?

"Who are you? Why are you blocking the way of my undead?" The leader of the undead shouted boldly, naturally not scaring himself before finding out the other party's details.

Xuan slowly turned around, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, a sinister sneer flashed across his face, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps sensing the strong killing intent on Xuan's body, the leader of the undead was shocked and took a step back, "Everyone, listen to my orders, kill!"

"Good, you scourges, I've wanted to clean you up for a long time. Just right, there's no time like the present."

Xuan coldly spat out this sentence, gently pointing his big hand forward, and hundreds of Imperial Spirit Guards broke through the clouds, launching a large-scale attack in an encirclement.

The leader of the undead saw this, his eyes widened, his face full of astonishment. The aura emitted by these people was very strong, and they couldn't win even if they risked everyone's lives.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he wanted to penetrate the clouds and escape, but Xuan had already anticipated this. He pointed two fingers at him, and a ray of light flashed, like a sharp blade, directly piercing the heart of the undead leader.

The other small fries, seeing that the leader was dead, were immediately unable to fight anymore, and all hugged their heads, showing a pitiful look.

"I surrender!"

Xuan clenched the sword in his hand. It was really troublesome, long-winded. He was enjoying the unrestrained killing, but was interrupted by these begging voices, and he was very unhappy.

He lazily raised his head and saw these undead small fries kneeling down and begging for mercy. The leader was a thin young man, who was trembling at the moment.

"Raise your head!"

The thin undead youth raised his head. Although he didn't have any bulging muscles, he looked fierce, especially his eyes, which revealed a shrewd gleam.

"The idea of going to the demon clan to clean up the battlefield was your idea, right?" Xuan blurted out.

The thin undead youth didn't expect Xuan to ask such a question, and was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, neither affirming nor denying.

The undead leader just now was pot-bellied and didn't look very smart.

Xuan thought that ten thousand years ago, the undead were also considered a powerful arm of the Immortal Realm, and the Immortal Realm was particularly kind, so they had their own place to live and multiply.

But now, ten thousand years have passed, and these descendants have become ungrateful, forgetting who their master is.

It is because there are villains like the thin youth in front of him who, for their own greed, began to annex the weak, attack their own kind, and even attempted to subvert the Immortal Realm.

Thinking of this, Xuan's eyes became cold and stiff again, "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill all these scum!"

For the long-term stability of the Immortal Realm, it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go!

With Xuan's order, the sharp swords in the hands of all the Imperial Spirit Guards slashed down, and in just a dozen breaths, the wailing sounds became weaker and weaker.

Until the end, there were no more shouts, only the sound of the wind in his ears. Xuan raised his head, recovering from the joyful venting just now.

"Take these corpses to the new capital of the undead. We'll go all the way and end the matter once and for all, directly destroy their undead lair."

Xuan coldly said this sentence, a fierce smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

As the saying goes, kindness does not make a good soldier. Xuan can lead the Imperial Spirit Guards of the entire Zixia Pavilion, and ruthlessness is just a small condition.

"Yes, Lord Xuan!" The Imperial Spirit Guards cupped their hands and responded in unison.

Next, one person pulled a corpse of an undead person and flew towards the direction of the new capital of the undead.

The undead who have multiplied to this day are mostly descendants of the twelve ancient ancestral undead. The 'Heavenly Cicada Spirit Scripture' technique and the Fire Thunder Burst Formation are the housekeeping skills of the undead.

However, after tens of thousands of years of circulation, today's undead have lost the blood and halo of the past.

Xuan had heard of it, but had never personally visited the undead's location to investigate.