295: Chapter 295 The Yin Emperor's Tomb Beneath the Abyss!

Boom!

The golden fist light collided violently with the bronze bell.

A hair-raising sound of metal tearing rang out.

The Yellow Springs Funeral Bell, which was claimed to be able to suppress experts at the Soul Transformation Stage, had a large hole burned through its bottom the moment it touched the Pure Yang True Fire.

Immediately after, the terrifying fist force penetrated through it.

The surface of the giant bronze bell, which stood several dozen meters high, was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks!

"Bang—!!!"

The entire ancient bell shattered in mid-air, turning into black scrap metal that flew in all directions like a rainstorm.

The shockwave turned into a tangible gale, directly overturning the bone throne in front of the main hall.

The Fengdu Ghost Lord tumbled off the throne in a sorry state.

The twelve-tasseled crown on his head was smashed to pieces, his hair was disheveled, and his face was full of shock.

"This is impossible! My Yellow Springs Funeral Bell is an ancient yin artifact; how could it be blasted apart by a single punch from you!"

He stared fixedly at Su Yang, who looked like a god of war descended from the heavens in mid-air, his bloodshot eyes filled with horror.

The Physical Body strength of this young man before him was simply a hundred times more monstrous than an ancient Vicious Beast!

Su Yang landed lightly.

He patted the dust off his fist, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"You actually took out a piece of junk to embarrass yourself. You are a truly pathetic Ghost Lord."

Before the words even faded, Su Yang did not even draw his asura blood blade; he simply stretched out his long legs and walked toward the Fengdu Ghost Lord step by step.

With every step he took, the Pure Yang True Qi on his body grew stronger, and the golden flames dispelled all the surrounding yin baleful qi.

"Arrogant brat! I will fight you to the death!"

The Fengdu Ghost Lord knew there was no good end today, and a flash of madness crossed his eyes.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard and spat out a large mouthful of black blood.

The black blood transformed into a ten-zhang-long black spear in mid-air, carrying a sharpness that could pierce the heavens, stabbing straight at Su Yang's heart.

"Mere child's play."

Su Yang reached out his left hand and grabbed the tip of the black spear with his bare palm!

"Sizzle!"

Pure Yang True Fire surged along his palm, and this killing spear, condensed from his natal essence blood, was instantly burned into a wisp of blue smoke.

"What?!"

The Fengdu Ghost Lord was completely desperate.

This was already beyond a clash of Spells.

This was a crushing of Realms with no suspense!

Su Yang's figure flashed, appearing in front of the Ghost Lord in an instant.

His right hand reached out as fast as lightning, gripping the Ghost Lord's throat and lifting him high into the air.

"With your meager cultivation, you dare to covet my woman?" Su Yang's eyes were as cold as knives, and his five fingers tightened slightly.

The Ghost Lord immediately felt his throat bone about to shatter, and the intense feeling of suffocation made him struggle frantically.

He clawed at Su Yang's arm with both hands, but he couldn't shake it in the slightest.

"Immortal... spare me! Immortal Su, spare me!"

The Ghost Lord squeezed out a plea for mercy from his throat with difficulty, his previous arrogance gone without a trace.

"Give me a reason not to kill you." Su Yang was expressionless.

"I... I have a massive secret! Regarding the final Treasure Trove of this Fengdu Ghost City!"

The Ghost Lord panted rapidly, as if he had grabbed onto the last straw.

"Speak." Su Yang loosened the force on his hand slightly.

The Ghost Lord swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, his voice trembling: "I... I am actually not the Lord of Fengdu at all. I am just a vengeful ghost that Cultivated into a spirit here."

"The real Fengdu City is not on the ground, but directly beneath this bone palace! Buried underground is the Yin Emperor of the ancient era!"

Hearing the words "Yin Emperor," Su Qingcheng and Jiang Yingxue, standing behind, gasped in unison.

Su Qingcheng, with her red clothes fluttering, stepped forward, her beautiful face full of shock: "Yin Emperor? The supreme Dominator who ruled the netherworld Yellow Springs in legend? He actually exists, and is buried right here?"

Jiang Yingxue's beautiful eyes also widened: "If it is truly the tomb of the Yin Emperor, it must contain countless ancient yin soldiers and peerless ghost weapons."

Chu Ling snorted, her ice-blue eyes filled with disdain: "Who cares about some Emperor; he's just a pile of withered bones that has been dead for tens of thousands of years. If he dares to jump out, I'll freeze his coffin lid to pieces."

Mary flapped her bat wings excitedly: "Boss! The Emperor's blood must be super delicious! Let's dig the grave!"

Su Yang ignored the women's discussion and stared coldly at the Ghost Lord in his hand.

"Since it is the Yin Emperor's tomb, why haven't you gone in to get the treasures?"

The Ghost Lord smiled bitterly repeatedly: "Immortal, please understand! Beneath the main hall is the 'Nine Nether Soul-Locking Formation.' Without a token, let alone someone with my Early Stage Soul Transformation cultivation, even a great expert at the Void Refining Stage would be instantly shredded into nothingness by the Formation if they tried to force their way in."

"A token?" Su Yang's heart stirred.

"Yes! It is the heavenly token you are carrying!" The Ghost Lord stared at Su Yang's pocket, a flash of greed in his eyes, but it was instantly covered by fear.

"The heavenly token is not only the key to the Ancient Road of Ascension, but also the only proof to open the underground Yin Emperor's Mausoleum!"

"I have occupied this place for three thousand years, just to wait for the day when someone holding the heavenly token appears, so I can snatch the token and enter the Emperor's tomb to seek the fortune of reshaping my golden body!"

"So that's how it is." Su Yang suddenly understood.

No wonder this lousy token had been guiding him all the way to the center of Fengdu Ghost City.

"You watchdog, your scheming is quite good. Unfortunately, you met me."

Su Yang's five fingers exerted force suddenly.

"Crack!"

The Ghost Lord's neck was snapped directly.

A ball of Pure Yang True Fire surged from Su Yang's palm, instantly igniting the Ghost Lord's body along with his Primordial Spirit.

"Ah—! You go back on your word!"

The Ghost Lord let out a desperate wail in the raging fire.

"When did I ever promise not to kill you?"

Su Yang threw the burning corpse onto the ground casually.

In less than a few seconds, this Ghost Lord who had occupied Fengdu for three thousand years turned into a pile of white ash.

Su Yang took the blood-red heavenly token from his bosom.

At this moment, the heavenly token seemed to sense some kind of strong call, emitting a dazzling blood light from its surface, and even throbbing violently in Su Yang's palm, as if it wanted to fly out of his hand.

"Since we're already at the door, it would be a wasted trip if we didn't go to the Yin Emperor's grave to dance."

A smile appeared at the corner of Su Yang's mouth, and he threw the heavenly token in his hand fiercely toward the ground in the center of the main hall.

"Rumble—!"

The moment the heavenly token touched the ground.

The entire magnificent bone palace began to shake violently, as if a magnitude ten earthquake had occurred.

The hard black stone floor in the center of the hall actually split open from the middle, forming a huge crack.

The gap grew larger and larger, finally forming a pitch-black abyss with a diameter of several dozen meters.

A cold, bone-chilling ancient yin wind, as if it had been deposited for tens of thousands of years, surged out from the bottom of the abyss.

Accompanied by the howling yin wind were the faint roars of tens of thousands of yin soldiers.

Below the abyss, a long staircase paved with white bones could be vaguely seen, extending into the depths of endless darkness.

"Let's go."

Su Yang did not hesitate in the slightest; he raised a dazzling golden protective barrier, shielded the four stunning beauties within it, and took the lead, leaping directly toward the bottomless Yin Emperor's Mausoleum.