92: Chapter 92 Yang Qianjue's Enticement, Wang Tiezhu Coldly Observes the Killing Situation

Jiu Wuming sat atop a bronze chariot, with thirty-six Blood Attendants behind him carrying twelve black iron coffins.

Eerie blue frost seeped from the coffin seams, causing the blue bricks to crack inch by inch wherever they passed.

"Iron Pillar Wang, how bold of you!"

Jiu Wuming's sinister gaze pierced through the night, his withered fingers tapping on the chariot's shaft.

"If This Envoy hadn't appeared, were you planning to make a move against them?"

"What grand posturing!"

Jiu Wuming pressed his withered, claw-like right hand onto a skull, and the pressure of the Heavenly Human Realm surged forth like a tide.

The blue bricks beneath Gu Han's boots instantly cracked, yet his shoulders merely sank slightly as a Dragon Shadow Dharma Idol, entwined with chains, faintly emerged in the Void Realm behind him.

In an instant, Gu Han hid everything away.

"This subordinate wouldn't dare."

"This subordinate's hands were just itching for a moment, wanting to spar with Centurion Zhao to verify my martial arts."

Gu Han cupped his fists, an imperceptible trace of contempt flashing at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, an eerie blue cold mist seeped from the twelve black iron coffins.

Gu Han's fingertips lightly tapped the hilt of his blade, his gaze scanning the thirty-six Blood Attendants behind Jiu Wuming.

Although these people were all draped in black cloaks, making it impossible to see their faces clearly...

...they could not escape Gu Han's Divine Sense probe.

After Gu Han's Divine Sense probe just now...

...he knew that this group of people had absolutely no vitality left.

They were clearly living dead.

Furthermore, a very strange aura emanated from this group.

There was a peculiar energy inside their bodies that seemed like it would explode at a single touch.

"Good heavens, these are human bombs."

"People in this world even know how to play with this."

Gu Han couldn't help but murmur to himself.

At the same time, the aura within the coffins also gave Gu Han a start.

Just as Gu Han wanted to investigate further.

Jiu Wuming's withered claws stroked the skull's eye sockets as he stared coldly at Gu Han and spoke.

"Kid, do your job well."

"Otherwise, This Envoy has ways to make you wish for life and crave death."

"Lead the way!"

Hearing this, Gu Han said no more and stood straight to the side.

"Tonight, you all shall serve as This Envoy's cover."

"As long as it's done well, This Envoy will naturally have rewards."

"If the task is botched, do not blame This Envoy for being heartless."

Jiu Wuming spoke while surveying the group of Zhenwu Guards.

Right then.

He suddenly turned his head to look around, only to see countless Zhenwu Division experts quietly approaching in the night, surrounding them completely.

The leader was none other than the Zhenwu Division Commander, Yang Qianjue!

"Jiu Wuming, your Blood God Cult is truly bold!"

"To think you dare to openly provoke my Zhenwu Division right at the foot of the Imperial City!"

Yang Qianjue's voice was like thunder, shaking the surrounding leaves so they rustled and fell.

He held a blade, its tip glinting with a cold light, pointing directly at Jiu Wuming.

Ever since Yang Qianjue lost an arm, he had switched from the spear to the blade.

Jiu Wuming was not afraid; instead, he burst into laughter.

"Yang Qianjue, did you truly think This Envoy would be unprepared?"

"Tonight, I shall make your Zhenwu Division pay the price!"

"Did you really think you could control everything just by planting spies in my Blood God Cult?"

"Keep dreaming!"

After saying that, he waved his withered claw, and the thirty-six Blood Attendants behind him roared in unison, charging at the Zhenwu Division crowd like tigers descending a mountain.

Simultaneously, those twelve black iron coffins also blew apart.

Eerie blue frost surged out like a tide; wherever it passed, blue bricks froze and vegetation withered.

"Protect Lord Jiu Wuming!"

Zhao Zheng roared, swinging his blade to slash at a Zhenwu Guard.

As soon as the soles of Gu Han's boots touched the frost, his pupils suddenly constricted.

Beneath those frozen blue bricks, dense masses of Blood-thread Worms were actually wriggling!

The moment the blood mist swirled, the long blade in Yang Qianjue's hand, carrying the momentum of a thousand thunders, slashed down; before the blade even arrived, a three-zhang-long gully split open in the ground.

Jiu Wuming, however, retreated with a sinister grin, his withered claws suddenly grabbing two Zhenwu Guards beside him and hurling them toward the blade light.

"Puchi!"

Amidst the flying flesh and blood, Yang Qianjue's pupils tightened.

Those who had been slashed to pieces were actually the spies who had gone missing three days ago!

"Does Commander Yang recognize this object?"

Jiu Wuming tossed out half a blood-stained waist token; it was precisely a Zhenwu Division Centurion's token of office.

Gu Han retreated violently, crushing the blue bricks beneath his boots, his Dragon Shadow Dharma Idol nearly breaking through its concealment.

He clearly saw that what was surging in the eye sockets of those thirty-six Blood Attendants was not blood, but eerie blue ice crystals!

"Profound Ice Fiend Corpses!"

Yang Qianjue's roar shattered the icicles on the eaves, his blade technique suddenly changing like a mad dragon swinging its tail.

Jiu Wuming, however, transformed into blood mist and dissipated, reappearing at the formation core of the black iron coffins.

"Explode!"

As his withered claw pressed down, the twelve black iron coffins violently exploded.

Eerie blue frost swept in all directions like a tsunami.

"Retreat!"

Yang Qianjue swung his blade to slash out a Protective Aura barrier, only to see that wherever the frost passed, the Zhenwu Guards' blades and swords actually snapped inch by inch like brittle ice.

Gu Han stepped out seven steps of the Heavenly Prison Steps, each step leaving a charred footprint on the ice.

He finally saw the runes floating within the frost clearly.

It was actually the Nine Nether Soul Refining Curse, which had been lost for a thousand years!

"Commander, be careful!"

A Zhenwu Division Chiliarch swung his blade at a sneak-attacking ice corpse, but the blade strangely passed through the corpse's body and stabbed directly toward the center of Yang Qianjue's back.

"Clang!"

Amidst the sound of clashing metal, a tortoise shell phantom suddenly appeared on Yang Qianjue's back, and the blade was actually jarred out of the attacker's hand by the counter-shock.

"black tortoise spirit armor?"

Greed flashed in Jiu Wuming's eyes.

"As expected of the Zhenwu Division Commander, you have quite a few treasures!"

He made a grasping motion with his withered claw, and the thirty-six ice corpses suddenly turned around, surrounding Yang Qianjue completely.

Yang Qianjue suddenly bellowed.

"Form the array!"

"All Zhenwu Guards, follow me to slay these demons and eliminate these monsters!"

Having said that, Yang Qianjue pointed his blade at Gu Han and Zhao Zheng.

"If you two turn back now and assist This Commander in slaying this old thief..."

"...This Commander will certainly put in a good word for you, counting it as redeeming yourselves through merit."

"It can save your lives."

"If not, tonight will be the day you die."

"Even your family members will be conscripted into the army and exiled."

Hearing this, Gu Han's lips curled into a cold smile.

Yet he saw Jiu Wuming's gaze pierce toward him like a blade.

Jiu Wuming laughed wildly, grabbing at the air; he actually condensed the sky-filling frost into a skull.

"Yang Qianjue, did you really think This Envoy would be so stupid as to put all the cargo out in the open?"

"Did you really think This Envoy didn't know there were your spies among this group?"

"This Envoy intends to bury you here completely."

"To make the Zhenwu Division a complete hollow facade."

"Tonight, everyone you brought will die."

As Jiu Wuming's word "die" fell...

...the ice skull he had condensed opened its large mouth.

Behind him, twelve blood-colored vortexes even emerged.

Within each vortex, cages filled with living people were faintly visible!

"The real cargo has already entered the capital through the thirty-six hidden conduits of the Imperial City!"

"The Chu family has sat on this throne long enough; it's time for a change."

"Tonight marks the beginning of the Great Chu's downfall."

Yang Qianjue's expression changed drastically, the long blade in his hand trembling incessantly.

He suddenly turned to look at Gu Han, his gaze burning like a torch.

"Iron Pillar Wang! If you kill Jiu Wuming now, This Commander guarantees you a promotion of three ranks!"

A mocking curl appeared on Gu Han's lips.

This old dog still wants to drag someone down with him even at death's door?

"Lord Yang, you think too highly of me!"

"I'm just a mere pawn in the Divine Intent Realm."

"My Lord, could it be that you don't value my life as a life?"

Before Yang Qianjue could respond to Gu Han...