The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 846 - Revival of the Five Hundred Thousand
Chapter 846: Chapter 846: Revival of the Five Hundred Thousand Imperial Troops
Chapter 846 -846: Revival of the Five Hundred Thousand Imperial Troops
Ghostly voices drifted from all around the military camp, heavy as fog with ghastly aura.
But Huang Xiaolong was preoccupied not with the people around him; he looked up at the twelve ancient golden statues.
Yes, these 24 towering pillars were in fact the legs of the twelve golden statues.
As recorded in historical texts, each statue was at least 15 meters tall.
They were like 12 buildings erected within the military camp, giving off an imposing, sky-scraping presence.
Each one was like a mountain abruptly rising, propping up the heavens while the earth sank beneath them.
Subtle yet tremendous power emanated from them, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
For Ma Chuxia, Feng Hanyan, and the others, it was like looking up at towering mountains, stirring within them an urge to worship devoutly.
“These are King Qin’s twelve golden statues, the nation’s mighty treasures! They have swept across the six states!” Meng Zhuang said with a trembling voice.
In Huang Xiaolong’s eyes, the most profound part of the twelve golden statues lay in the inscriptions etched onto their surfaces.
Dense inscriptions, one after another, arranged into infinitely mysterious formations.
Once activated, these formations would unleash the twelve golden statues’ destructive powers, capable of decimating anything in their path.
Metallic giants five zhang high, even a simple punch or kick could sweep away all in their vicinity, a thought that alone was terrifying.
Huang Xiaolong believed that even the fierce Taotie or the Long Clan would be at a disadvantage against these twelve golden statues.
‘Damn it, since I’m here already, these twelve golden statues are just lying around idle. Might as well just take them with me!’ Huang Xiaolong licked his lips.
After a pause, Huang Xiaolong explained to those beside him. “The twelve golden statues are a magnificent sight. Forged from weapons gathered from all over, who knows how much craftsman sweat was poured into them, or how much of a magician’s life’s work of Taoist magic… Each statue is a supreme Magic Artifact, and together, the twelve could almost cause gods to fall!”
Having said this, Huang Xiaolong then turned his gaze.
He saw a group of black-clad ninjas and some Dongying Onmyoji not far away.
The leading ninja, with a tall and sturdy body, exuded an astonishing power. His black eyes flickered with a cold gleam unnatural for the living; he seemed more like a lifeless statue than a human being.
An endless tide of ghostly aura roiled around him, as if he were a peerless death god who had emerged from the depths of hell. In terms of ghostly aura, he was on par with a Ghost King!
But indeed, he was a man, not a ghost. A man able to exert an aura so terrifying that it rivaled that of a Ghost King was definitely not ordinary.
Huang Xiaolong was convinced that this ninja leader possessed the combat power to eradicate a Ghost King!
So much so that when Ma Chuxia and the others met his gaze, they felt a chill in their hearts, as if plunged into an icehouse.
Huang Xiaolong suddenly smiled. “Oh, you must be that ‘genius’ ninja, Fukuda Gang, right? What a coincidence, since you’ve revealed yourself, it saves me the trouble of looking for you. Good, very good indeed.”
An intangible will to fight spread out from Huang Xiaolong, the air rippling around him like flowing water.
“Oh? You actually know my name, it seems my men have all died at your hands.” Fukuda Gang’s eyes shifted, becoming ferocious and terrifying, exuding a devil king’s presence. “I see you must have practiced Taoist magic. However, the true arts of Tao have long departed from Huaxia. The vast land of Huaxia has seen its Daoist arts decline. In ancient times, our ancestors took away massive amounts of arts from the pre-Qin period, and later, Emperor Qin’s wrath led to the burning of books and burying of scholars, nearly severing the transmission of Huaxia’s Daoist arts! Throughout history, many of Huaxia’s exquisite Daoist arts have either vanished or been stolen by foreign peoples… Now, Huaxia only has Master Zhang to save face. Haha… Our ancestor has already awakened, and Master Zhang, mere ants, will soon become prisoners at our ancestor’s feet.”
“No, no, no, you are wrong, the real arts of magic and Dao are still in Huaxia.” Huang Xiaolong scoffed with a teasing smile. “Come on, let me see the trifling skills Xu Fu passed down to you Dongying bastards!”
“Hmph!” Fukuda Gang’s body emitted a chilling ghostly aura, his eyes brimming with murderous intent, like a wolf about to devour its prey, like a deeply vengeful ghost howling. “Fine, I’ll slaughter you first, then take the twelve golden statues!”
As soon as the words were out, Fukuda Gang waved his hand and commanded his subordinates, the ninja and Onmyoji, “Deal with the people around this lad, I’ll handle the boy myself…”
A large group of ninja and Dongying Onmyoji spread out in a fan shape and advanced towards the people beside Huang Xiaolong.
Ma Chuxia, Ying Aoshan, Feng Hanyan, Meng Zhuang and others were also quickly preparing for battle.
In this ancient military camp, yet another fierce battle was about to erupt!
“Little Long, don’t worry, we can handle these guys. Give Fukuda Gang a good thrashing and don’t be distracted by us,” Ma Chuxia said sternly.
“These people are all mine! I’m going to have a good time!” Huang Xiaolong grinned.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Huang Xiaolong’s body was enveloped in Dao energy, and he levitated, reaching down and grabbing a handful of yellow soil from the ground.
Huang Xiaolong chanted quickly, “Soil from the east hill, soil from the south hill, soil beneath my feet, use it to form a mountain five zhang high, keeping ghosts at bay, warding off weapons… Rise!!!”
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Huang Xiaolong scattered the yellow soil from his hands.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth suddenly shook nonstop, and circular mounds of earth rose rapidly, their presence awe-inspiring!
In just an instant, a large circle of mounds, each five zhang high, completely surrounded Ma Chuxia and the others, protecting them within.
“What?” Fukuda Gang and the others were all moved!
They never expected Huang Xiaolong to know such profound Daoist magic!
“This is the spell to shape soil into mountains… The ancestors said that no Taoist in Huaxia possessed this art anymore… You… you…” Fukuda Gang was horrified.
“Hahaha~~ What’s so strange about that? Didn’t I tell you, the true arts and Dao are still in Huaxia.” Huang Xiaolong smiled broadly. “Come on, I’ll play with you. All of you, come at me.”
“Kill him!” Realizing Huang Xiaolong was a formidable opponent, Fukuda Gang immediately ordered, and all the ninja rushed toward Huang Xiaolong, brandishing their blades and slashing with astonishing waves of blade energy that were as large as doors, cutting through the air towards Huang Xiaolong.
On top of the blade energy, ghost flames twined around, corroding the void as if the air were tofu, easily sliced apart.
The Dongying Onmyoji in the back opted for distant attacks, chanting spells and throwing paper cutouts that, in an instant, transformed into fierce tigers, pythons, bears, and red-eyed crows, surging towards Huang Xiaolong to assail him.
“Your Daoist magic is strong, but I will not give you a moment’s respite!” Fukuda Gang sneered and also launched an attack at Huang Xiaolong.
Fukuda Gang’s hands drew blades ghostly and swift. A long and a short ninja sword slashed simultaneously, unleashing endless ghost flames that surged forth!
This wave of ghost flames swelled with the wind and quickly grew to half an acre in size; the void crackled and popped as it burned and melted. Wherever the ghost flames went, the void was scorched into a large, pitch-black hole, like a black hole that could consume everything!
With Fukuda Gang leading, this group of ninja and Dongying Onmyoji launched a collective assault on Huang Xiaolong.
Such an onslaught, especially the ghost flames released by Fukuda Gang, would probably obliterate even a Great Grandmaster of one of Huaxia’s top ten ancient martial arts families in an encounter.
But Huang Xiaolong was no ordinary person.
“Heh, if I don’t get serious, you will think Huaxia is undefended…” Huang Xiaolong chuckled coldly, and a breath of death and decay emanated from him.
Next, Huang Xiaolong stretched out his right hand and gently pressed down.
Behind him, suddenly countless elderly monk apparitions appeared.
These monks, all with white hair and beards, were sitting cross-legged on their cushions, chanting mantras with mournful tones, as if tasting the flavor of impending transcendence.
And indeed, all of a sudden, these spectral images of the old monks annihilated altogether, transforming into streaks of rainbows, shooting up into the sky!
They had transcended!
That is to say, at the same moment, all the spectral images of the old monks had passed on!
Simultaneously, waves of desolation and the scent of death, wilting all things, surged forth!
This was the breath of death emanating from the monks at the moment of their transcendence!
Cold, desolate, the sky wept Divine Blood, and from all around, wailing and mourning filled the air!
“Annihilation Palm!”
Boom~~~~!!!!
Huang Xiaolong pushed forth with a palm strike.
This palm burst forth with a terrifying deathly aura, as well as an endless, boundless force of death as vast as the sea of smoke.
Pop pop pop~~pop pop pop~~pop pop pop~~~~
The attacks unleashed by Fukuda Gang’s ghost ninjas and Onmyoji withered away, turning to ash and dissipating.
The force of annihilation did not weaken but continued to barrel through.
Ghost ninjas and Onmyoji, their life force completely drained as if sucked dry, shriveled, withered, and turned to dust, fell to the ground like mummified corpses, then scattered into dust.
Death.
Annihilation.
Only Fukuda Gang, with an outburst of an aura that could rival that of a Ghost King, managed to disperse the annihilating aura covering him.
Nevertheless, Fukuda Gang was still blasted away, his black clothes torn apart, the hood that covered his head exploding, revealing an exceedingly sleazy face with a goatee underneath, presumably in his thirties, with an ashen complexion.
“Oh… you actually managed to dodge my Annihilation Palm, not too shabby,” Huang Xiaolong chuckled with a sly smile. “Shall you take another one of my moves?”
“Damn it! Bastard! Beast!” Fukuda Gang cried his heart out like a wild beast, howling. Looking around, he saw that the elites he brought were all dead and dissolved, their bodies withered and scattered, turned to ashes.
“Scared now, are you?” Huang Xiaolong descended leisurely from the void, strolling toward Fukuda Gang with an air of nonchalance.
“Hahaha~~~Hahaha~~~~” All of a sudden, Fukuda Gang burst into a wild laugh. “Truly idiotic… This tomb of Emperor Qin, built by our ancestor leading thousands of magicians, and all its various mechanisms and traps, no one knows better than our ancestor… Your magic is admittedly superior to most, but here, in this royal tomb, killing you is easier than stepping on an ant~~~”
“Is that so?” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.
From Fukuda Gang’s throat emerged a ghastly, cackling noise, and in the next second, he directly pulled out a jade pendant from his bosom!
This jade pendant was very ancient, shaped like a tiger’s head.
“Oh? This is the Tiger Talisman, also known as the military command talisman used in ancient times to convey orders or dispatch troops…” Huang Xiaolong looked closely and remarked.
“Hehehe~~ Die! Be buried here!” Fukuda Gang suddenly raised the Tiger Talisman in his hand, bellowing fiercely. “Five hundred thousand imperial guards, heed my command! Kill him for me!”
Boom~~~!!!!
Within this army camp, a massive Formation was activated!
Within the Formation, there suddenly erupted a sky-high surge of malice, sinister energy, deathly aura, and resentment, combined with an overwhelming force of Taoist might!
An imposing aura, incredibly dense, began to coalesce above the entire camp.
Boom~~~~~~~!
This pressure, like a flood descending from the heavens, poured down in torrents, forcefully infusing into the skeletons within the camp!
Crack~crack~~crack~~~
A bizarre scene unfolded!
The corpses laying in the camp, as if governed by an evil force, one by one, all stood up!
In the blink of an eye, the entire camp came alive with hundreds of thousands of white bone skeletons, all standing, some holding weapons like spears and halberds.
“Oh? There is a Formation in the camp that contains an evil life force made of malice, deathly aura, ghostly energy, resentment, and mana, which can revive all the corpses here…” Huang Xiaolong pondered briefly and then slightly shook his head. “It’s not resurrection, but turning dry bones into corpselike ghost soldiers.”
As Huang Xiaolong was musing, streaks of black aura entwined the corpses, causing bits of flesh and rotten tissue to start growing on them.
In an instant, these skeletons grew muscles, veins, membranes… Dense black aura merged and twisted within their flesh and membranes, forming an incomprehensibly terrifying power!
They even grew blood-dripping eyes, all of which glaring at Huang Xiaolong with uniform hatred, murderous intent, and madness!
“Cackle cackle cackle~~~ These are King Qin’s five hundred thousand elite troops, valiant and skilled in battle, they have stamped out the six states, sweeping through thousands of soldiers… I want to see how you die! Hahahaha!” Fukuda Gang let out a cruel, bloodthirsty laugh, looking at Huang Xiaolong as if he were looking at a dead man.
Especially atop the command platform, on the general’s throne, a withered skeleton writhed as tendrils of flesh, muscles were crazily growing. Its neck rotated a few times, emitting a crackling, terrifying sound, and in the empty eye sockets, a pair of pale pupils appeared, exuding a cold aura.
Finally, the general stood up abruptly, a heaven-shattering momentum burst forth, as if the void above and the skies were punctured with a gaping hole!
Huang Xiaolong’s pupils slightly constricted, knowing that this general’s combat strength during his life was definitely overwhelming, perhaps even surpassing He Tianchong, the Kunlun successor and half-corpse he had encountered in the Kunlun Secret Realm.
Clang~~~~
The general casually lifted the Tai’a Divine Sword that was embedded in the ground, and in an instant, a presence as if thousands of swords filled the sky materialized out of nowhere.
The general raised the Tai’a Divine Sword high in his hand.
In a moment, hundreds of thousands of undead soldiers also lifted their weapons, and from deep in their throats, a hoarse, obscure roar burst forth—”Wind! Wind! Wind! Strong wind! Strong wind! Strong wind!”
Majestically devouring mountains and rivers like a tiger!
“Hahahaha~~ Slay him for me!” Fukuda Gang raised the Tiger Talisman, commanding loudly.
Densely packed, the hundreds of thousands of forbidden troops, along with the general, all approached Huang Xiaolong with a crackling sound.
“I’ll go collect the twelve Golden Men first, then come see how you die!” Fukuda Gang mocked Huang Xiaolong with a taunting smile, then ran towards the twelve colossal Golden Men.
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