Chapter 520 - 316: Storming the Cold Abyss! Roasting the Remnant Soul of the Imperial Ancestor!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just as he stepped onto the bluestone, an explosion erupted beneath his feet.

"Mountain-shaking Bead!!"

Yan Huan was shocked, summoning his protective treasure instantly!

But the terrifying shockwave still blasted him back into the underground palace.

Amid the palace complex.

Chu Ming slashed down with his saber, shattering a golden General Terracotta Warrior.

Then, he looked back toward the outside of the palace.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Mountain-shaking Beads exploded.

As a precaution, Chu Ming had left some tricks at the entrance of the palace, burying fifteen Mountain-shaking Beads.

"I wonder if Yan Huan managed to escape, or if it’s the Bei Xue army..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just as he was pondering, another explosion occurred at the entrance, this time more intense than before.

This time, Chu Ming vaguely saw two figures being blown away.

Outside the palace, the ground was in complete disarray.

On some distant ruins, there appeared to be two figures, upon closer inspection, it was the strong warriors of the Bei Xue army, Pang Star and Pang Quan.

"Cough, cough..." Pang Quan coughed up bright red blood, "Why... are there... cough, cough... Mountain-shaking Beads here..."

The two, relying on the red leaves of the Celestial Veil Ancient Tree, had just barely made it through the Yanhan Bridge. Unable to rest, they hurried here, only to be inexplicably blown away before entering the palace.

Without the red leaves of the Celestial Veil Ancient Tree, their injuries would have been much worse.

"Cough, cough..."

The stronger Pang Star climbed to his feet, fed Pang Quan an elixir, and quickly swallowed one himself to heal.

Inside the palace, somewhere.

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

Yan Huan, disheveled, had barely recovered a bit of his strength, only to be blown apart again by those Mountain-shaking Beads.

The elixir dissolved within him, his wounds had not yet healed, and he leapt up again, ready to charge out.

"Yan Huan!"

Pang Star and Pang Quan were healing just outside the entrance, and as soon as Yan Huan appeared, he was spotted by them.

"Get out of the way!"

The fury suppressed in Yan Huan’s heart erupted completely at this moment!

His hands emitted a cold glint, striking directly at Pang Star and Pang Quan.

Pang Star and Pang Quan, unable to continue healing, were forced to fight back.

However, before the three even collided.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The remaining seven or eight Mountain-shaking Beads were all triggered, exploding without restraint, causing the underground palace to tremble a few times.

Yan Huan was blown back, while Pang Star and Pang Quan were like broken ragged sacks, powerlessly crashing to the ground, their lives uncertain.

"..."

Within the palace complex.

"All fifteen exploded?"

Chu Ming’s eyes narrowed slightly, slicing with his saber again.

Bam!

The three golden warriors were completely shattered.

Without the General Terracotta Warrior, the Soldier Terracotta Warriors collapsed like scattered sand, with each slash from Chu Ming, dozens of Soldier Terracotta Warriors crumbled.

But there were simply too many of them, and being lifeless, Chu Ming did not want to engage in a prolonged fight.

After collecting the remnants of the three golden General Terracotta Warriors, he continued fighting while retreating towards the underground palace entrance.

As he rushed out of the palace, the Soldier Terracotta Warriors all halted, none stepping across the boundary.

Clearly, the Bronze Soldier Terracotta Warriors and Golden General Terracotta Warriors were only guarding the Imperial Mausoleum.

Standing at the entrance, Chu Ming raised his hand, holding a fragment of a golden General Terracotta Warrior.

The material was very hard, looking like gold on the surface, but feeling like terracotta, it was unclear how it had been refined.

Stowing the General Terracotta Warrior fragment, he looked again at the thousands of Soldier Terracotta Warriors.

If these Soldier Terracotta Warriors could be taken out, they could definitely serve as a formidable, fearless army.

However, now was not the time; he would study them after his primary tasks were complete.

Chu Ming glanced at the collapsed palace ruins in front, where a broken body lay, it was Yan Huan.

Sensing his condition, he was still alive, but not far from death.

Leaping forward, Chu Ming lightly stepped on the Soldier Terracotta Warriors, causing them to stir, yet they were of little use, unable to block someone so agile.

Picking up the severely injured Yan Huan, Chu Ming effortlessly retreated to the entrance.

"Cough, cough..." Yan Huan’s chest heaved violently, constantly coughing up bright red blood.

His face, pale, twisted in a grimace.

It was hatred, it was anger, but quickly it was replaced by desolation.

The enemy was right before him, yet he was unable to even face him in battle; he was on the brink of death, and the arms he had just recovered were shattered once more.

"Were... the Mountain-shaking Beads... cough, cough... yours?" Yan Huan asked unwillingly.

He hung by a thread, just to ask this one question.

For nothing else, only to understand.

He wanted to die with dignity.

For him, dying in a trap set by a likely National Guardian Realm expert was dignified.

Chu Ming gazed at Yan Huan, his expression calm, while icy light gathered in his palm, ready to end this man.

The cold light condensed in those vacant eyes, Yan Huan showed neither fear nor begged for mercy, instead calmly speaking:

"In my lifetime, I, Yan Huan, have killed countless people. I always believed that in terms of strategy and scheming, no one could compare, and restoring Great Yan was only a matter of time."

"And this entire saga came to an end because I made two fatal mistakes."

"One was trusting Yan Wood and Yan Qing too much, almost costing me my life, and the other was underestimating your strength at Black Wind Stronghold."

With the Cold Blade suspend above his head, Yan Huan continued: "Today is the third time, but it is also not."

Yan Huan raised his eyes, looking at the Dragon-slaying Golden Light Saber, a bitter smile spread across his face as he asked: "Those Mountain-shaking Beads, did you plant them?"

"Yes."

Swish!

The golden saber slashed down, and a head rolled to the ground.

With a calm expression, Chu Ming bent down, taking the jade-colored ring from Yan Huan’s finger.

Qi Blood surged and heart spirit communicated.

Whoosh!

His heart spirit dove into a World in the Palm.

"It’s so vast..."

Chu Ming was somewhat surprised.

The jade ring was a Storage Space Treasure, its size even larger than the gold plate fused with four pieces of golden fragments, spanning nine feet in width and height, comparable to a palace.

Inside, it was filled with various treasures, with gold, silver, and jewels merely at the bottom; atop lay bottles of elixirs, cultivation techniques, weapons, armor, high-tier treasures...

So abundant, it could equip a well-armed force of ten thousand.