The Undead Hunt of Shrek

The sky was darkening, the Mingdou Mountains shrouded in a gloomy stillness.

Between the peaks, there was no shortage of hidden outposts from both the Sun Moon Empire and the Star Luo Empire.

Qin Chuan, carrying a Flight Soul Tool, silently infiltrated the area without drawing attention from either side.

His target for this mission: the Death Hand Bandit Group.

Kill everyone, replace the Death God Emissary, and deliver Shrek Academy a great, unforgettable surprise.

Qin Chuan descended from the clouds, his feet touching the ground. He slowly closed his eyes, and by relying on the Mountain Dragon King Million Year Torso Bone's power, he drew upon the earth-yellow vein energy of the land.

At the same time, every terrain feature and personnel sweep of the nearby Mingdou Mountains surfaced in Qin Chuan's mind, all the topographic maps transforming into vivid three-dimensional images depicted within his thoughts.

"Found you."

Qin Chuan opened his eyes and flew eastward.

Before long, a dense Warm Orchid Forest came into view.

"Though it's been handled well, some traces still remain." Qin Chuan picked up a branch stained with a trace of blood, following the treated path until he found a cave entrance hidden behind vines and creepers.

Six bandits in plain clothes stood guard at the cave entrance, chatting idly, wine jars in hand, their faces flushed with drink.

"I'm telling you, we hit the jackpot this time. That merchant convoy we robbed had a cartload of shiny Gold Soul Coins and some goods—at the very least, we'll each get a nice cut."

"Sticking with the boss is the life, no worries about food or drink. Last time, the Star Luo Empire's White Tiger Duke led a force to surround us, and we slipped right into Sun Moon Empire territory. You should've seen Dai Hao's helpless rage."

The group laughed and chatted, unaware that danger had already arrived.

Qin Chuan's First Soul Ring lit up, and a haze of gray-purple mist drifted past. Hundreds of Death Demon Spiders emerged, crawling forward silently.

One of them burrowed behind a bandit. At first, the man paid it no mind, but soon a piercing pain shot through his back. As the spider's potent venom injected in, his face quickly turned a mottled blue-purple.

Before the others could react, the hidden Death Demon Spiders swarmed in. Their screams instantly drew the attention of those deeper inside the cave.

Qin Chuan stepped forward, Angel Holy Sword in hand, and flashed into the cave to begin a slaughter.

The dazzling golden sword light was like the first ray of light splitting heaven and earth. Wherever the blade's glow passed, over a dozen men charging head-on, including dozens more rushing in from behind, were all decapitated.

Headless corpses lay everywhere, blood spraying from severed necks. The cave erupted into chaos.

"Who goes there!"

"Who dares such audacity!"

Facing the furious shouts and curses of the many bandits, Qin Chuan only glanced at the human skins hanging on the wall and the impaled corpses on the stalactites above. Every single one of these people deserved death.

The commotion quickly drew attention from the deepest part of the cave. An icy gaze fixed on Qin Chuan.

After disposing of the ants before him, five Soul Kings suddenly emerged from deeper within. The soul ring configuration beneath their feet was uniformly white for the First Soul Ring—none possessed a ten-thousand-year soul ring. Even so, they were all Soul King-level powerhouses.

"A newborn calf that fears no tiger, daring to set foot in Death Hand territory. Today, your life will be left here." One burly man finished his threat and hurled a fist the size of a millstone at Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan remained silent. The moment the Silver Dragon King's claw raised, wind, fire, lightning, and water—various elements—turned into streamers of different colors that swept past.

The burly man, still mid-air, was engulfed by flames, letting out endless wails that pierced the depths of the soul.

The fire clung like maggots on a corpse, seeping into every crevice. In just a few breaths, the man was burned to nothing—ashes scattered by the wind and quickly dispersed.

Such a shocking sight truly made the others hesitate to act rashly, fearing they might be next.

But even if they didn't seek out Qin Chuan, Qin Chuan took the initiative to trouble them.

The Golden Dragon King's claw clenched into a fist, and one punch blasted a Soul King's body apart. Limbs and severed arms flew in all directions, blood splattering the walls.

Soon, however, a sinister laugh echoed from deep within the cave.

"What a fine, strong body. What a pity you've crossed the Death God Emissary. Today, I'll keep you here and turn you into my corpse puppet."

As the words fell, the remaining bandits present all burst into loud laughter. They swarmed forward, their bodies swelling rapidly, cracks widening between their limbs as a terrifying pressure spread.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom—"

Violent explosions rang out one after another, quickly engulfing Qin Chuan. Flesh and blood scattered everywhere, and the blazing firelight momentarily illuminated the pitch-black cave as if it were broad daylight.

When the dust settled, smoke filled the cave. A pair of emerald-green eyes flickered with an eerie glow, and footsteps sounded, growing closer.

"The taste of Chain Corpse Explosion isn't bad, is it? I imagine your physical body must be missing plenty of parts now. But rest assured, I love stitching things back together."

"I'll pick the strongest parts of your body to forge the most powerful corpse puppet."

As the words ended, Qin Chuan's mocking voice rang out from within the smoke: "To be honest, your Chain Corpse Explosion really isn't all that. It didn't even stir the hem of my clothes."

When the dust cleared, Qin Chuan stood there unharmed. Around his body, a ring of earth-yellow barrier had just faded from above his head, merging back into the ground.

One of the four soul skills of the Mountain Dragon King Million Year Torso Bone—Guard.

Drawing on the earth's vein power to form absolute defense.

The Death God Emissary wore a black hood, his entire figure shrouded in a loose black robe. His emerald-green eyes were filled with shock.

"You're not dead! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even a Soul Saint would be injured by that!"

Behind Qin Chuan, three pairs of pitch-black wings unfurled, woven entirely from countless wandering souls. His clothes turned a deathly gray, and the Angel Holy Sword in his hand transformed in an instant into the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

At this moment, Qin Chuan had become an emissary walking straight out of hell.

The Evil Soul Master before him, who called himself the Death God Emissary, showed no fear. Instead, he began shouting in excitement: "This supreme, evil aura... You are the Holy Son! Without a doubt, the Holy Son! The Holy Son has descended!"

Qin Chuan had no time to waste on idle chatter with the Death God Emissary. Gripping the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in reverse, he swept it horizontally, and the Death God Emissary's head was severed.

Qin Chuan set a great fire, burning all the corpses and every trace to ashes.

Then, beneath Qin Chuan's feet, a purple-gold "soul ring" appeared.

Among the four skills of the Undead Angel, Undead Great World had emerged after devouring and replenishing the remnant soul of Electrolux.

Behind Qin Chuan, beneath the earth, an ancient and heavy Black Stone Gate stood abruptly. He turned and pushed it open.

The thick stone gate slowly swung wide, and wisps of ribbon-like black mist seeped out from within.

Qin Chuan looked up. The world inside the gate was gray and hazy, the most prominent feature being a towering volcano that pierced the clouds. Within the volcano, a dragon completely wrapped in magma soared into the sky, spewing flames that incinerated all tangible things.

Before Qin Chuan, Skeleton Soldiers clad in armor and shrouded in deathly aura turned to look in his direction, then uniformly knelt in a gesture of obeisance.

Behind the Skeleton Soldiers were archers holding decayed bows and arrows. Like the Skeleton Soldiers before them, they were nothing but skeletons, and they too performed the kneeling motion.

Rumble—

A dull sound rang out from afar, the clatter of hooves drawing near.

Over a hundred Skeleton Knights, wearing tattered armor, wielding long spears, and draped in worn cloaks, dismounted and knelt as well. A vast sea of them fell to their knees, the scene immensely spectacular.

Qin Chuan stood on the scorched black earth, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in hand, his three pairs of Wraith Wings spread behind him, like a Death Monarch.

At the same time, the Flame Dragon in the sky landed. Its massive dragon head affectionately rubbed against Qin Chuan's hand before bowing low, awaiting his command.

Not far away, more and more skeleton soldiers were gathering, stretching beyond the horizon. Among them were even some indescribably terrifying creatures, beings beyond the understanding of this world—true undead.

Gazing at the oppressive sea of darkness before him, Qin Chuan nodded in satisfaction. "The hunt begins."

The night in the Mingdou Mountains was silent, within the Warm Orchid Forest.

Dai Yueheng, tall and sturdy with short golden hair, picked up the dead branch Qin Chuan had left behind and handed it to Wang Yan.

"Teacher Wang Yan, please take a look at this."

Wang Yan took the bloodstained branch, rubbed a bit of blood between his fingers, and said, "The blood hasn't dried yet. The ground has been cleaned, but some traces remain. If we follow this trail, we should be able to find their tracks."

"Then what should we do next?" Dai Yueheng pressed on.

Wang Yan curled the corner of his mouth and said coldly, "Of course, we take the initiative and strike quickly. Don't forget, you are all inner courtyard students. They have many people, and though they've cleaned up in advance, don't forget that Yuhao's Spiritual Detection can find any concealed traces."

Huo Yuhao stepped forward from behind the group. Two yellow soul rings lit up beneath his feet. His martial soul, Spirit Eyes, was an original martial soul, of the spiritual attribute.

As it happened, both Huo Yuhao's first and second soul rings came from spiritual attribute soul beasts.

The reason Huo Yuhao had been selected for the reserve team was not only because of his Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Golden Path, with Wang Dong, but also due to his incredibly skillful detection ability.

Everything before him became crystal clear. The surrounding scene was perfectly replicated in Huo Yuhao's mind.

First soul skill, Spiritual Detection.

Second soul skill, Spiritual Lock.

With the two soul skills stacked, Huo Yuhao instantly traced a path leading forward, along with some concealed footprints.

"There!"

Huo Yuhao pointed in a direction. The group immediately understood. Ma Xiaotao, with her voluptuous figure and long fiery hair, took the lead, while Dai Yueheng shielded Huo Yuhao behind him.

The main team members were in front, Wang Yan and Huo Yuhao in the center, and the remaining reserve team members followed closely behind, all walking together toward the trap Qin Chuan had meticulously laid for them.