Blood and Qi Like a Dragon: Martial Dao Human Immortal Pei Canghai? I Was the Fool All Along

Inside the Ming Emperor Imperial Mausoleum, Great Yuan Imperial Advisor Basiba unleashed a sinister dark light streaked with imperial yellow. It spread unchecked, bearing down on everything around him with overwhelming force.

On the Imperial Mausoleum floor, the members of the Official Elite Special Operations Forces lay with that sinister light clinging to their faces. Their earlier assault had failed; neither grenades nor daggers had worked.

Only Transforming Strength Great Boxers who practiced Human Immortal Martial Dao, such as Wang Tianba, Fang Hansong, and Tang Ye, could put up any resistance. But the gap between their levels was vast. They were still no match for him.

Basiba's terrifying combat strength drained the color from the official in charge. Standing at the makeshift command post, he prayed for reinforcements to arrive quickly and stop the monstrous figure before him.

Fang Xiu, Liu Qing'er, and the other explorers at the Open Strength and Hidden Strength levels fared even worse. Beneath that sinister, imperial-yellow light, they had no power to resist. The slightest touch brought them down.

National Martial Arts was, after all, a low-level martial system. No matter how well they trained, they had no way to fight back against power with supernatural properties. The gulf between them was simply too great.

"To think that I, Ye Liangchen, a peerless talent, would perish alongside a pack of mediocrities before I could come into my own—all at the hands of this ancient corpse! The heavens are unjust! I'll remember this grudge and repay it in my next life. Alas, what tragedy..."

Ye Zhen, whose flair for the dramatic had reached a terminal stage, sighed and gazed up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. His face was full of grief and indignation.

So he was a peerless talent, and the rest of them