The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 714 - 711: Corpses Everywhere

Bathed in the light of the Fire Spirit, the "death" character looked shockingly alarming, yet it remained unclear what this death character meant – did it signify that the dragons of the Dragon Ancient Tomb had long perished, or that anyone who entered would meet their demise?

Xin Lin felt a sense of unease in her heart, reminded of Gui Hu’s earlier warning.

She checked the time; at the bottom of the lake, she was oblivious to the time of day, but she estimated that it was still around Noon, with some time to spare before nightfall.

"Done!"

Wu Xuan and Wu Yuan, however, seemed not to have overthought it.

Once the Five Elements Patterns on the Stone Gate were correctly assembled, Wu Xuan simply pushed, and the Stone Gate let out a muffled sound. As if triggering a mechanism, it moved on its own, retreating to one side.

Ahead of them, a bright light nearly made them forget that they were still inside the Dragon Cave beneath the lake.

Wu Xuan did not enter immediately.

He took a deep breath and energized his arms, unleashing a tremendous surge of True Qi that swiftly expanded around him.

The True Qi morphed into a Gray Wolf King the size of a calf.

Xin Lin hadn’t had a close look earlier, but now she noticed the bright gray fur covering the Gray Wolf King’s body, except for a tuft of white above its forehead.

Its beast eyes were exceptionally beautiful, and its limbs were robust.

Although condensed from True Qi, the Gray Wolf King appeared no different from a real wolf, with its lifelike musculature and fur.

Xin Lin marveled to herself, wondering what it would be like the day her True Qi could coalesce into a Martial Soul.

After previous lessons learned, Wu Xuan, wary of another ambush, called upon the Gray Wolf King to scout ahead.

Like a silver arrow, the Gray Wolf King shot forth and sprang into the Stone Gate.

"Wu Xuan’s Martial Soul is the Gray Wolf King; what’s yours?"

While waiting, Xin Lin asked Wu Yuan curiously.

"Take a guess?"

Wu Yuan replied with pride.

"Surely not a peacock?"

Xin Lin ventured, speaking with conviction.

Wu Yuan’s face fell, lined with frustration, just as they heard a wolf howl from within the Stone Gate.

"There’s trouble."

Wu Xuan was the first to rush into the Stone Gate, followed by Wu Yuan, with Xin Lin trailing behind them into the Stone Gate.

As they entered, all three were struck by surprise.

Behind the modest Stone Gate was a spacious platform, well-lit, undeniably more spacious than the cave corridor they had just come through.

Yet at that moment, this wide area was permeated with the stench of blood.

Scattered across the ground lay dozens of corpses.

All had been killed!

Not a single survivor.

Recognizing the clothing on the bodies, Xin Lin realized these were the people who had entered the Dragon Ancient Tomb ahead of them.

They appeared to have been split into three or four groups, composed of Martial Artists and Spirit Masters.

Among them were likely many high-level masters above the Xuan Transformation Realm, and some of the fallen Spirit Masters probably had the cultivation of Great Spirit Masters.

But now, without exception, all were dead.

Moreover, their manner of death was particularly gruesome.

Even Wu Xuan and Wu Yuan, who had waded through battlefields strewn with corpses, could not help but shiver at the sight of such death.

Near the Gray Wolf King’s perch crouched two bodies.

Judging by their limbs and stature, they were likely Martial Artists.

The two Martial Artists evidently came from the same faction.

But in their dying moments, each wielded a weapon; a broken sword had pierced through one Martial Artist’s chest.

The other Martial Artist was still holding a Mountain Opening Axe, which had decapitated the swordsman.

It seemed that these two had engaged in mutual killing before their deaths, despite being from the same faction.