Chapter 291: Leaving the Mausoleum
The final hall on the second floor of the royal mausoleum!
An atmosphere of impending conclusion and joy from the harvest filled the surroundings.
Over seventy corpses of different ninjas lay scattered across the narrow passages for dozens of meters; the few guard puppets had also been completely shattered in those passages, using their last actions to defend the imperial mausoleum of the Great Yan Dynasty, proving their worth through destruction. Although the flying knives of the ninja were troublesome, in this final hall on the second floor of the mausoleum, they had no way to retreat further, being squeezed into the corners of the hall by the passages on both sides… The flying knives embedded throughout the hall’s floor, walls, and stone pillars became their final act.
The expedition to the mausoleum finally ended with the players’ victory.
The distribution of loot proceeded peacefully…
The four major sects divided everything among themselves; Happy alone took all the resources in this passage—seven top-quality artifacts and numerous Flying Eagle Swords, along with gold and silver—a very rich harvest. Yet, the members of the four sects simply watched contentedly, with none interfering.
In contrast, they were more concerned about the situation of the Ninja King.
Seeing Happy return after collecting the loot, they unconsciously surrounded him from all sides.
“Where’s the Ninja King?”
“Well, I’m not sure. If anyone’s interested, they can go check the tombs on the right side.” Happy casually claimed that the Ninja King was trapped in the tombs on the right and that he had taken the chance to escape.
“Are the puppets in the tombs strong?”
“Mm, probably at the Liberation Realm level.”
“What if they fight to mutual destruction? Wouldn’t that give us a chance?” Someone in the crowd showed interest, but it was quickly dismissed with disdain by others:
“Liberation Realm? Brother, even if they get injured, we’re not strong enough. Can you even kill them? To be a opportunist, you need strength too. Do you think this is like two puppies fighting?”
“…”
Happy smiled faintly:
“You may speak rudely, but it’s not nonsense. In fact, just during the few minutes of being chased by the Ninja King, I used up three bottles of Jade Dew Pills. If you’re interested in finishing them off, I won’t stop you. But… it’s better to wait until we break through that wall and leave the mausoleum before going. Otherwise, if you go now and draw the Ninja King out, everyone will die because of you.”
In his heart, he thought:
The Ninja King is gone, but there’s still the Old Swordsman. If you really provoke him, you might not be any luckier than provoking the Ninja King.
The person who spoke immediately felt extremely embarrassed, blushed, and stopped talking.
“Since the King of Endurance isn’t dead, there’s no time to lose. Let’s all work together to break through this wall of ghost faces and escape the royal tomb!” Ouyang Qing spoke up.
Only a dozen disciples of the Wudang Sect survived, a truly pitiful number. Hearing Kaixin say this, he suddenly grew worried—what if the King of Endurance emerged and wiped them out all? The others also felt the threat looming over them, growing uneasy, and rushed toward the blue wall of ghost faces at the end of the hall.
Looking through the holes in the wall, they could see a glowing door, likely the exit to the royal tomb.
“Wait!” As soon as those words were spoken, Kaixin suddenly remembered something. His expression darkened as he faced the puzzled looks of the disciples from the four major sects. “I’ll send a pigeon message first to ask our friends outside if the people from Feihu Gate are still guarding the entrance!”
“…”
There was turmoil among the four major sects. All the experiences and discoveries along the way had made them almost forget about Feihu Gate, which Kaixin had mentioned earlier. Now, seeing his serious expression, they immediately became alert.
…
“Boss! We’ve been waiting forever! Why does it take so long to storm the royal tomb?”
In the bamboo forest outside the royal tomb, Xiao Bei was almost asleep. Finally, when the messenger pigeon arrived, he vented all his complaints on the note: “They’re still there, but it seems there are more now—probably over four hundred. Most of them are archers, arranged in formation. These bastards are so professional at robbing. With all this time wasted, they might as well practice fighting monsters. A bunch of fools.”
Lei Zhan, watching Xiao Bei’s lengthy complaint, almost rolled his eyes but said nothing. As the messenger pigeon was sent off, both of them perked up, ready to take action.
Although Feihu Gate had a large number of people and archers guarding the entrance, they believed such a force wouldn’t deter Kaixin…
Sure enough!
“Go!” The second pigeon message was brief and to the point.
Without hesitation, the two crushed the note and silently leaped down from the heights of the bamboo forest. They moved gracefully, stepping through the air as they swiftly flew over the heads of the disciples from Feihu Gate.
“Who’s there?”
“Bad! Someone’s here!”
The sound of their movement still startled a few who were alert, but their reaction speed was pitiful. By the time Lei Zhan and Xiao Bei landed among the densest crowd, the people of Feihu Gate finally realized an enemy had invaded.
The battle began!
Boom!!
Like tigers charging into a flock of sheep, many of Feihu Gate’s disciples fell quickly.
The Poisonous Palm swept through, clearing a wide area; many disciples of the Flying Tiger Gate fell to the ground, their bodies covered in dark wounds. The Thunder Battle was even more fierce! The Wuji Sword Technique, combined with the Wind Spirit Spin, also cleared a space, after which the sword light surged violently. Despite being armed with various weapons, they forced their way through a bloody path straight toward the group of archers.
Whoosh!
Noticing the heavy casualties among the crowd and the astonishing strength of the newcomers, the leader of the Flying Tiger Gate stood up in anger, his gaze fixed on two figures in the crowd with deep confusion and bewilderment.
Suddenly!
His expression changed drastically: “No good!!”
He quickly turned his gaze toward the entrance of the royal tomb! Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a golden light resembling a bell, carrying an astonishingly powerful momentum as it rushed out of the tomb entrance and headed straight for the archer camp across from them—its speed was terrifying. Behind that figure was a bulky, black-shaped figure carrying a huge purplish-red axe, following closely behind with an imposing presence.
Seeing the dense crowd outside, the latter paused slightly before staring at the yellow figure charging ahead. His eyes blazed with unwavering courage: “Damn it!”
Gritting his teeth, he let out a deep, beast-like growl! Like a moving fortress, he rushed into the crowd at high speed!
The archers of the Flying Tiger Gate were still focused on the entrance. Although some distractions drew their attention for a moment, those on both sides quickly noticed the two people rushing out of the tomb entrance and without hesitation, they unleashed a barrage of arrows!
Yet!
The arrows hitting the first person were instantly deflected by the golden bell-like shield on his body. Unaffected and undeterred, he continued charging straight into the group of archers ahead. The second person was just as terrifying—his axe swung wildly, creating a series of shadowy arcs on both sides, shattering countless arrows!
“Kill them!!”
The Thirteen Rod Monks and the skilled warriors of the Colorful Robes Gate rushed out of the royal tomb with unstoppable momentum!!
“Sss!”
The leader of the Flying Tiger Gate swallowed back the order he was about to shout, staring in disbelief at his troops being quickly disrupted by those four people. His face turned pale: They had stirred up a hornet’s nest!