297: Chapter 297 Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin!

A figure in dark gold heavy armor slowly raised the halberd in its hand, pointing it from afar at Su Yang at the bridgehead.

"Boom!"

The halberd swung violently, creating a terrifying sonic boom that tore through the air.

The originally deathly silent Yellow Springs river water beneath the bridge seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, instantly whipping up dark yellow turbid waves hundreds of feet high.

Countless wailing vengeful souls were mixed in the turbid river water, turning into a sky full of foul-smelling raindrops that blanketed down toward Su Yang and the other four.

Chu Ling's elegant brows furrowed slightly as she stepped in front of Su Yang.

Her fair, jade-like hands quickly formed seals, and the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice-Sealing Origin erupted.

A stream of ghostly blue cold current soared into the sky, attempting to completely freeze the poisonous rain.

Sizzle—!

An unexpected sight occurred.

The moment the cold current contacted the dark yellow raindrops, a piercing sound of corrosion rang out.

The Yellow Springs river water contained the deepest Death Qi and resentment of the Netherworld; not only was it not frozen into ice, but it also corroded countless holes into Chu Ling's cold air.

A few stray drops of river water fell onto the bluestone slabs in front of the group; the hard stone instantly emitted black smoke and was corroded into bottomless pits.

"Interesting, it can even melt my icy Origin."

Chu Ling snorted coldly, a trace of Evil Qi flashing in her ice-blue eyes as she prepared to activate more Origin power.

"Step back, don't get your dress dirty."

Su Yang reached out a sturdy arm, wrapped it around Chu Ling's slender waist, and pulled her back behind him.

A cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Facing the falling corrosive poisonous rain, he didn't even bother to release his protective True Qi and simply took a step forward.

"Chichi!"

The dark yellow raindrops fell on Su Yang, but they couldn't even penetrate the hem of his clothes.

The blood and Qi inside Su Yang's body were as vigorous as a furnace; the terrifying high temperature emitted by his Pure Yang Body instantly evaporated the raindrops into wisps of harmless white smoke the moment they touched him.

The Yellow Springs water, claimed to be able to melt the Protective Aura of a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, was no different from a drizzle in front of Su Yang.

"A half-step Soul Transformation dead man's bones dare to block my path?"

Su Yang stepped onto the stairs of the bluestone arched bridge, walking toward the center step by step.

The dark gold divine fire beneath the Bridge-Guarding General's helmet flickered violently, seemingly enraged by Su Yang's contempt.

Its hands gripped the forty-foot-long rusted halberd tightly as its massive body suddenly leaped into the air, bringing down a terrifying power like Mount Tai pressing down, slashing fiercely toward Su Yang's head!

As the halberd slashed down, the surrounding space seemed to collapse under this immense force of death.

The wild wind caused Su Qingcheng and Jiang Yingxue's dresses behind him to flutter loudly.

"Seeking death."

Su Yang's gaze turned cold.

He spread his five fingers and grabbed the falling ancient halberd!

"Clang!!!"

A deafening sound of metal clashing exploded.

The Bridge-Guarding General's terrifying strike, enough to split a small mountain in half, was actually caught and held firmly in Su Yang's palm with his bare hands!

The sharp halberd blade was less than half an inch from the skin of Su Yang's palm, yet it could no longer advance a single bit.

"A pile of scrap metal, and you dare to show it off."

Su Yang's five fingers suddenly exerted force, and Pure Yang True Fire instantly ignited from his palm.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound of metal snapping.

This ancient halberd, which had accumulated yin baleful qi for tens of thousands of years, was snapped into two pieces by Su Yang with his bare hands!

Losing its weapon, the Bridge-Guarding General's body leaned forward due to inertia.

A non-human roar came from its throat as it swung an iron fist, carrying a thick black deathly energy, and smashed it toward Su Yang's chest.

"Comparing fists in front of me?"

The muscles in Su Yang's right arm instantly bulged, and Pure Yang True Fire completely enveloped his fist, like a dazzling miniature sun.

Bang!

One large and one small fist collided violently in mid-air.

There was no suspense at all.

Under the dual crushing of the Pure Yang True Fire's high temperature and terrifying force, the dark gold heavy armor crumbled inch by inch like a fragile biscuit.

The Bridge-Guarding General's thick right arm instantly exploded into a sky of black powder.

The Pure Yang fire, like maggots on a bone, frantically spread along the severed arm to its entire body.

This ancient general, who had slept for tens of thousands of years and reached the Half-Step Soul Transformation Stage, let out an extremely shrill scream under the burning of the golden flames.

The thick dark gold armor was burned red and melted.

"Get down there and take a hot bath."

Su Yang delivered a flying kick, landing heavily on the armless general's chest.

The massive body was like a cannonball, drawing a parabola in the air before smashing directly into the Yellow Springs river below.

Boom!

Water splashed high into the sky.

The Pure Yang True Fire was not extinguished by the cold river water; instead, centered on the general's remains, it began to burn frantically in the Yellow Springs river!

The extremely unyielding and Yang flame boiled the originally bone-chilling turbid river water violently.

Large swathes of dark yellow mist were evaporated away.

The thousands of vengeful souls struggling in the river water instantly dissipated under the golden light, turning into nothingness.

In just over ten breaths' time, a large area of the wide Yellow Springs river was actually burned dry by the Pure Yang True Fire attached to Su Yang's kick, revealing a dried-up riverbed covered in black sludge!

Boiling the Yellow Springs water with one kick!

The four stunning beauties standing at the bridgehead had their beautiful eyes sparkling with wonder.

With her red dress fluttering, Su Qingcheng gazed at Su Yang's back with a face full of infatuation: "Master's Yang Qi is simply like a vast ocean, even able to boil the dead water of this Netherworld. In this world, who else can stop Master's footsteps?"

Mary flapped her bat wings and flew across the bluestone bridge, glancing disdainfully at the armor remains burned to white ash in the dried riverbed.

"Stinky iron shell, it's nauseating to look at. Boss, let's hurry into the hall ahead; there must be good treasures hidden inside!"

Mary pointed at the magnificent building across the bridge and urged excitedly.

Su Yang clapped his hands and led the four women calmly across the bluestone arched bridge to the front of the underground palace's main hall.

This gate was made entirely of mysterious black crystal and stood a hundred feet high.

Its surface was carved with grand totems of Ghost Soldiers Borrowing the Path and Ten Thousand Ghosts Worshipping.

A high-and-mighty imperial pressure, as if dominating the Netherworld, faintly seeped through the crack in the door.

This was the true resting place of the Yin Emperor.

"The display of mystery and drama is quite grand."

Su Yang sneered and was about to lift his leg to kick this black crystal gate to pieces.

Just then.

"Creeeak—"

The incredibly heavy black gate actually emitted a dry rubbing sound and slowly opened on its own to both sides!

The interior of the gate was pitch black, like a bottomless black hole.

Immediately after, two rows of ghostly green Everlasting Lamps lit up one after another in the darkness, like two fire dragons extending all the way to the deepest part of the hall.

The faint firelight illuminated the scene in the center of the hall.

Nine giant Bone Dragons, pieced together from ghastly white skeletons, were impressively perched in the air within the hall!

These nine Bone Dragons were tethered with incredibly thick bronze chains.

Behind the chains, they were actually pulling a giant Blood-Colored Bronze Coffin, over a hundred feet long, suspended in mid-air!

Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin!

A vast Death Qi, more than ten times more terrifying than that of the Bridge-Guarding General outside, emanated from the surface of the blood-colored coffin, pressing down until the air in the entire hall became viscous and heavy.

"Those who trespass into the Emperor's Tomb... shall all be blood food..."

A hoarse, cold, and eerie laugh that hinted at endless ages drifted out from inside the blood-colored coffin, echoing back and forth in the empty hall.

As this laughter rang out.

The coffin lid suspended in mid-air actually began to slide backward slowly!