Chapter 980 - 363: Can You Hurry Up and Become a God? I’m a Bit Short on Time!

The movements were not fast.

They even had a sense of sluggishness.

As if they hadn’t moved for a long time.

The bones in his shoulder and neck emitted a crisp cracking sound.

His long gray hair flowed like moonlight over his shoulders as he turned his head, revealing half of his side profile.

His skin was a lifeless ash-gray hue.

Clinging tightly to his prominent cheekbones, without a hint of blood.

Yet, this side profile didn’t appear ferocious or decayed.

It looked just like a normal person.

Finally, he turned around completely.

His tightly closed lips were thin and sharp, his nose high-bridged, his brow bone prominent.

His eyes were also fully open with normal pupils.

But the color of those pupils was a dull dark gray.

Wearing the title of [King Corpse].

Fang Qingyu was unfamiliar with him.

But the other seemed quite familiar with Fang Qingyu...

At the moment when those lifeless gray eyes focused on Fang Qingyu.

The originally undisturbed dark gray pupils suddenly contracted.

An extremely intense emotional upheaval, like a huge stone thrown into still water, exploded across his ash-gray face.

Shock, disbelief, confusion.

Even... a hint of indescribable fanaticism?!

He suddenly stood up from the Skeleton Throne!

The swiftness of his action formed an extremely strong contrast with his previous slow turning motion.

Raising a gust of wind, blowing through his dark gold cloak and gray hair.

He stared intently at Fang Qingyu, his ash-gray lips trembling slightly, as if trying hard to recognize something.

Then, a string of words so heavily accented it was almost indecipherable.

Murmured out of his mouth like sleep talk:

"Mm... shouldn’t... be... be him..."

This accent, the dialect was ridiculously heavy.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly as he listened.

Unable to comprehend at all.

But the reaction of this King Corpse was too bizarre.

Did the other party recognize him?

Or rather, recognize some special aura about him?

But at this moment, the primary goal was to find Chen Yuanshan.

Although this King Corpse was strange, it did not show any obvious hostility.

So Fang Qingyu no longer paid attention to the meaningless murmurs of the King Corpse.

Instead, he quickly scanned the entire magnificent Earth Palace hall.

The dome was towering, with giant columns of white bones standing tall, the floor paved with massive blue stone slabs, covered in the cracks of age.

Apart from the entrance, the throne, and the passage through which he came, the entire hall was unbelievably vast and empty, without any obstructions.

Only behind the throne.

Seemed to be connected to another area.

Therefore, without hesitation, Fang Qingyu moved. His starlit figure instantly transformed into a blurred stream of light, darting straight toward the unknown dark area behind the Skeleton Throne.

"Roar——!"

"Howl!"

"Ha!"

The three ancient corpses saw that Fang Qingyu dared to ignore the existence on the throne.

Even charging toward the forbidden area behind the throne, they immediately let out angry roars.

The White-haired Corpse’s Broken Halberd raised a ghostly light, while the Red-haired Corpse’s entire body bristled with red hair, scarlet ghost flames blazing fiercely, preparing to pounce!

However, just as they were about to violently block Fang Qingyu.

The King Corpse on the throne, who had just stood up in shock.

Suddenly raised a hand covered in dark gold skeleton.

Pressed the air in the direction of the three corpses.

An intangible pressure instantly descended.

The three ferocious ancient corpses, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, their wild roars abruptly ceased, their lunging posture forcibly frozen in place.

The corpses’ rancorous aura was forcibly pushed back into their bodies.

The three kinds of ghost flames flickered wildly, revealing immense pain and incomprehensible confusion.

They turned their heads with difficulty, the ghostly flames in their pupils stared fixedly at the King Corpse on the throne, letting out aggrieved and confused whimpers.

As if questioning.

Why?

Why stop us from defending the King’s domain?

Why allow this desecrator to intrude?

The King Corpse’s deep gray lifeless eyes, at this moment, flickered with an extremely complex light.

He ignored the questions from the three corpses.

His gaze still tightly followed the silhouette of Fang Qingyu who was swiftly departing.

Watching that streak of starlight about to disappear into the darkness behind the throne.

Just when Fang Qingyu’s figure was merely steps away from the dark passage behind the throne...

The King Corpse spoke.

No longer in the incomprehensible dialect, but in extremely accented Federation language.

"Are you seeking my King?"

Fang Qingyu’s racing figure suddenly halted.

The starlight dissipated, he stopped at the shadowed side behind the throne.

He whirled around, his eyes looking at the ash-gray figure high on the throne.

The other had actually initiated communication in a way he could understand?

And mentioned the King?

"Is Chen Yuanshan your King?"

Fang Qingyu’s voice was direct, with a hint of probing.

"Roar!!!"

"Woo——!"

"Ha!!!"

Fang Qingyu’s voice calling out Chen Yuanshan’s name.

Was like igniting a powder keg.

The three ancient corpses below, suppressed tightly by the King Corpse’s might, instantly raged.

They let out deafening roars, struggling wildly.

Trying to break through the suppression of the King Corpse, to tear the one who dared call the King’s name into pieces.

However, the King Corpse on the throne, in the face of the three corpses’ wild reactions and Fang Qingyu’s straightforward question, bore no trace of offense on his ash-gray face.

There was not a hint of emotion in his deep gray eyes.

Instead, he slowly nodded.

"Yes."

A simple and clear syllable uttered.

All the struggles and roars of the three mummies halted abruptly at this moment.

They stiffly rotated their necks, the ghost flames in their eyes burning in different colors, all focusing with immense confusion and bewilderment on the King Corpse on the throne.