#830 - Chapter 830 Absurd
“Your Majesty, the people of the Immortal Realm have already reached the palace gates! Please wake up!”
Another elderly minister of the Undead Clan arrived, tears streaming down his face, his heart filled with endless sorrow.
The Undead Clan's monarch, dressed in a yellow robe, was currently dazed, only feeling as if mosquitoes were buzzing incessantly in his ears, which was extremely disturbing.
“Get lost, you dead mosquito!” The Undead Clan's monarch unconsciously raised his hand and waved it around in the air, muttering to himself.
“Your Majesty, I stake my life on this, please wake up! Our Undead Clan is about to... be finished!”
As he spoke, the Undead minister kneeling on the ground repeatedly slammed his head against the floor, quickly raising a large bump on his forehead, with blood flowing down his face.
The Undead Clan's monarch had been frolicking with hundreds of concubines here last night, holding fine wine, with beauties in his arms, as various captivating dances slowly unfolded.
The monarch deeply indulged in the gentle embrace, and from then on, he never attended the morning court again.
“Your Majesty!” Another desperate cry rang out. The Undead minister had already slammed his head until it was covered in blood. “I... my Undead Clan...” He quickly fainted from blood loss.
“Prime Minister! Prime Minister!” Noticing the person who had fainted on the ground, two Undead ministers kneeling in the rear quickly approached, attempting to rescue him.
However, his breathing was already faint, and his pulse was growing weaker and weaker. The two Undead ministers wept bitterly.
Holding the Prime Minister's corpse, they roared helplessly: “Your Majesty, please open your eyes and take a look! This is the Prime Minister who toiled for our Undead Clan his entire life!”
However, the Undead Clan's monarch, lying next to the bath, didn't even lift his eyelids, coldly snorting and saying with the stench of un-sobered wine: “Guards, drag them... drag them all out and... behead them! Disturbing my mood.”
Four guards entered the hall one after another, their eyes like those of dead fish, lifeless.
Like puppets, besides forcing themselves to execute the monarch's orders, they couldn't see any glimmer of loyalty, courage, or revival.
Seeing the guards entering with broadswords, the other Undead minister anticipated that his fate would be no different from those other loyalists, dragged out and then beheaded.
Blood had already covered his entire face, his hands twitching uncontrollably, which was somewhat frightening, and the guards dared not approach.
In just a few breaths, the two elderly Undead Clan ministers fell to the ground, unconscious.
The Undead Clan's monarch was still lying on a 'bed' made of three or five concubines, his face twitching slightly, appearing somewhat pained, as if he was extremely annoyed.
At this moment, Xuan had arrived at Fengyang Palace with the Spirit Guard, but he saw hundreds of women wearing gorgeous gauze dresses, their figures vaguely visible, and extraordinarily beautiful, lying haphazardly on the carpet.
Among these women was a yellow-robed man, dead drunk, without the dignity and aura of an emperor, lying in this pile of alluring beauties.
Xuan glanced aside, as if feeling that everything he saw before him was filth, and even one more look would stain his eyes.
After a few breaths, he suddenly waved his right hand, and a gust of wind howled past, the roof of the palace was lifted, bricks and tiles crashed down, and the people lying on the ground were swept up by the huge force and slammed into the walls.
The concubines who were thrown hard directly crashed out with blood, losing their lives, and countless people were injured.
The Undead Clan's monarch was hit hard, and a huge pain struck, “Ouch!” He instantly woke up.
“Damn it, who's causing trouble, daring to attack me? Don't your ancestors want to live? Guards, guards!”
His eyes were still blurry and hadn't yet opened, but the huge pain made him subconsciously shout.
“Open your dog eyes and take a look!” The Spirit Guard lightly waved his hand, and a loud slap landed on the Undead Clan's monarch's face.
Five dark red handprints instantly indented into the Undead Clan's monarch's fair face, and at this moment, he was completely sober.
He saw Xuan and the Spirit Guard in purple armor, their faces cold, their faces ashen, staring at him like a black abyss.
“Purple... Zixia Pavilion, Lord... Xuan, Spirit... Guard!”
“You... why have you come to the Undead Clan!”
“What do you think?” Xuan coldly stared at him, like a dark knife about to stab through him.
The Undead Clan's monarch looked around, and when he discovered that a large number of slaves were being restrained together, he understood in his heart, “I... I surrender, we surrender!”
Several concubines who were still injured and bleeding saw this, their eyes darkened, and they娇嗔 said: “Lord, we are also unfortunate people. If we don't obey, I'm afraid our families will be killed by this tyrant. Please be lenient to us.”
The Undead Clan's monarch was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at these women who were still pleasing him yesterday, calling out “Your Majesty, again!” one after another, but now their betrayal was faster than flipping a book.
As if provoked, the Undead Clan's monarch barely gathered the power in his body, making a few gestures, and also had some palm force to slap those concubines in the face.
“Bitches, why didn't I see this face when you were pleasing me!”
The Undead Clan's monarch was furious, his face ferocious, and he loudly scolded these concubines.
“Hahahahaha” Even though these concubines were beaten and scolded, they still laughed loudly. Laughing and laughing, they coldly said: “Your Majesty, how embarrassing!”
Xuan looked at these people, looking at these performances, his expression still indifferent, “You guys go and bitch on the road to the Yellow Springs!”
After saying that, all the Spirit Guards raised their swords and fell, and hundreds of fierce sword energies rippled around the palace. In just a moment, the bath in the hall had turned dark red.
The palace floor was like being cut into thousands of pieces, already turned into a bloody and blurred chopping board.
“Kill all those Undead ministers, take the prisoners as slaves, collect rare treasures, and return to the Immortal Realm!”
Xuan's cold voice echoed around the palace.
He originally wanted to go to Xiaoyao Peak to find Ye Kong for trouble, to vent his anger for the goddess, but who knew he would encounter an Undead Clan on the way. Being destroyed is your bad luck!
Now, in just three days, he had conquered 90,000 miles of Undead Clan territory, and destroyed the Undead Clan dynasty, obtaining rich spoils of war.
Xuan couldn't help but want to go back and report to Ye Ling, and then wait for her to widen her eyes and look back at him in surprise.
This was a secret hidden in Xuan's heart. He had always shown the black-faced Bao Gong, the cold and ruthless side, which once made the people of Zixia Pavilion think that he had no heart.
“Yes, Lord Xuan!”
In less than half an hour, the rare treasures in the Undead Clan's palace were found and piled up into four golden hills.
Xuan used four storage rings to装下 these treasures. He scanned these storage rings with his divine sense, looking at the full spoils of war, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.
In just an instant, he immediately restored his Bao Gong black face.
