149: Chapter 149 The White-Haired Female Corpse in the Stone Coffin

"...You... you actually dared to kill my companions!"

A-Yan's eyes instantly turned blood-red as he watched Big Fatty and Second Fatty be swallowed by the white flames, leaving not even ashes behind, and then watched helplessly as Elder Tong was pierced through the chest by a sword, losing his life right before his eyes.

"Ahhh! You all deserve to die!" He gritted his teeth, the veins across his entire body bulging in an instant, and he let out a roar.

"Benefactor, my apologies! If there is a chance in the next life, I hope you can be reborn into a better fate!"

Venerable Miaodi's figure had appeared behind him at some point, his face seemingly filled with a hint of regret.

A somewhat withered palm pushed out flatly, striking directly toward the back of his head.

"Even if I die... I will make you all accompany me to the grave!!"

A-Yan sensed Venerable Miaodi's aura behind him, turned his head abruptly, and a flash of madness crossed his eyes.

The next moment, he looked at Venerable Miaodi and smiled.

That's right, he felt no fear of death; instead, he smiled.

His body suddenly expanded, as if countless Qi currents were surging wildly beneath his skin, and his entire volume ballooned like an inflated balloon!

"Not good! Venerable, get away quickly! He is going to self-destruct!"

The Grey-robed Swordsman, who had already drawn his iron sword and was slowly sheathing it, suddenly changed his expression upon seeing the other's actions and instinctively tried to retreat.

But a hand was faster than him.

Xia Jin appeared beside him and Venerable Miaodi in an instant, his arms grabbing their shoulders and pulling them forcefully behind him!

Just after he completed this action, "Boom!!"

A terrifying explosion instantly resounded throughout this area.

The violent waves of Qi directly scattered the clouds above the ancient battlefield where Xia Jin and the others were located, and the destructive shockwave spread wildly in all directions, causing cracks to appear on the ground.

"Self-destructing in front of this Prince? Hmph! Overestimating your own capabilities!!"

"Vajra Indestructible Body!"

Xia Jin stood in front of the two, letting out a cold laugh.

A layer of golden light shimmered across his skin, and he stood perfectly still at the very center of the explosion, without the slightest bit of worry.

This violent wave of Qi raged for several seconds before gradually subsiding.

The dust and smoke slowly dissipated.

The Grey-robed Swordsman poked his head out from behind Xia Jin, and upon seeing the scene before him, he couldn't help but gasp.

The ground in front of them had completely vanished.

In its place was a massive crater with a diameter of several dozen li, as if a huge chunk had been gouged out by some terrifying force.

"This..." The Grey-robed Swordsman let out a lingering sigh of relief, then looked at the straight figure in front of him, his awe for Xia Jin increasing by another measure.

"Brother Xia, we owe you for this! Otherwise, I fear both of us would have perished here..."

Venerable Miaodi's pupils also trembled, and after calming down slightly, he pressed his palms together toward Xia Jin in a Buddhist salute: "Benefactor Xia, you have saved this old monk's life once again. This favor, this old monk will remember."

However, Xia Jin did not react to their thanks.

He frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on the depths of the crater, as if searching for something.

"Brother Xia, what is wrong?" The Grey-robed Swordsman also noticed Xia Jin's unusual behavior and looked in the direction of his gaze.

Suddenly, Xia Jin's eyes narrowed.

In the very center of the crater, the originally flat ground arched up into a huge mound, and immediately after, with a muffled "Boom," the earth and stones exploded outward.

A stone coffin slowly rose up from beneath the ground.

The stone coffin was pitch black, its surface covered in dense, intricate patterns, exuding an indescribable and eerie aura.

"Hmm... a coffin?" The Grey-robed Swordsman couldn't help but widen his eyes, suddenly feeling a chill run through his body.

"In this desolate wilderness, how could a coffin be buried underground?"

Venerable Miaodi was also carefully examining the coffin at the bottom of the crater, a flash of doubt in his eyes: "Although this is an ancient battlefield and finding corpses is normal, a body buried in a coffin is clearly unusual! We should be cautious."

Just then, Xia Jin, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to have made a decision while staring at the stone coffin; he lifted his foot and walked directly toward the crater.

"Brother Xia! Wait for us!" The Grey-robed Swordsman was startled and quickly followed.

After a few seconds of silence, Venerable Miaodi followed as well.

The three stood before the stone coffin, only then seeing its appearance clearly.

The patterns on the coffin were clearer, but upon closer inspection, they realized these were not patterns at all, but rather resembled tiny pieces of text.

The coffin itself had no coffin nails; there was only a heavy stone slab covering it.

"This... should we open it to take a look? To see what exactly is inside?" The Grey-robed Swordsman said, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

As he spoke, Xia Jin had already walked to the stone coffin and reached out to press his hand on the coffin lid.

"Brother Xia, you aren't actually thinking of opening this stone coffin, are you! I... I was just joking!"

Seeing Xia Jin's direct action, the Grey-robed Swordsman's face darkened, and he hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

He was terrified that if Xia Jin opened the coffin, some incredible monster would crawl out.

Unfortunately, he said this too late.

"Boom."

The stone slab was flipped open and crashed heavily onto the ground.

The three of them looked into the coffin simultaneously.

The next second, all three froze in place.

Inside the stone coffin, a woman was lying quietly.

She had long, snow-white hair and a stunningly beautiful face.

Although it was a corpse, its Physical Body had not shriveled up like other corpses.

It looked absolutely nothing like a corpse; instead, it looked more like a peerless beauty had fallen into a deep sleep.

"This..." The Grey-robed Swordsman stared blankly at that face, swallowing his saliva after a long while.

"What a pity!"

Venerable Miaodi carefully examined the female corpse, frowning with a solemn expression: "Strange, this woman must have been buried here for many years, yet this corpse has not decayed or spoiled, and it even... even retains the appearance she had in life."

"I fear that in her lifetime, she was also a great figure."

While the two were talking, Xia Jin remained silent.

He stood by the coffin, his gaze fixed intently on that face.

For some reason, from the very first moment he saw this stone coffin, an inexplicable palpitation had surged in his heart.

And now, seeing the woman in the coffin, that palpitation grew even stronger, making his heart skip a beat.

Who is she?

Why... does she give him such a strange sense of familiarity?

Xia Jin's hand lifted involuntarily, reaching toward that face.

"Brother Xia?!" The Grey-robed Swordsman was startled.

But Xia Jin seemed not to hear him, his hand seemingly drawn by some force, inching closer to the woman's cheek.

The moment his fingertips touched the other's skin, a cold sensation was felt.

The next second, the pair of tightly closed eyes suddenly opened!

What kind of eyes were those?

The pupils actually carried a hint of purple, as if filled with a noble aura.

But at this moment, those eyes were staring straight at Xia Jin, as if reminiscing about something.

"Holy crap!! This female corpse actually came to life!"

The Grey-robed Swordsman behind Xia Jin suddenly shuddered, nearly falling over.

Venerable Miaodi was also frightened, his expression changing drastically as the light of Buddha surged around his body, ready to strike immediately at Xia Jin's command.

Meanwhile, Xia Jin, who was locking eyes with the white-haired female corpse, felt his heart jolt and instinctively tried to pull his hand back.

But the woman's hand was faster than his.

A pale, slender hand lifted from the coffin and firmly grasped his hand.