The golden barrier dissolved into countless specks of light.
The stench of blood flooded into the great hall without obstruction.
Densely packed walking corpses trampled over the threshold, swarming toward the crowd with nowhere left to retreat.
Xue Ye stumbled backward repeatedly.
"Protect His Majesty! Quickly, protect His Majesty!"
The officials scattered in panic, shoving one another aside.
Several civil officials who usually pointed out the course of the realm in court could only raise their memorials and jade tablets to strike at the withered corpses lunging at them.
It was completely useless.
A withered corpse bit into a civil official's neck.
Blood sprayed wildly.
Before he could even cry for help, several withered corpses pinned him to the ground and tore him apart.
Several personal guards beside Xue Ye desperately shielded the dragon throne.
The captain of the guards swung his spear and pierced a withered corpse through the chest.
The corpse showed no reaction. It crawled forward along the spear and bit down on the captain's shoulder.
"Ah!"
The captain kicked the corpse away and staggered back, clutching his shoulder.
What flowed from the wound was not blood, but black venom.
In less than half a breath, the captain's eyes lost focus. He swayed as he straightened, then turned toward the jade steps.
The most loyal guard of the past had become the deadliest threat in an instant.
Fear spread madly through the crowd. The civil officials wailed in despair, with nowhere to hide.
Seven-colored light burst from Ning Fengzhi's palm, his expression grim.
"Uncle Bone! Poison Douluo! Hold the main entrance first!"
"Fengzhi, protect His Majesty!"
Gu Rong strode forward and stood at the very front of the steps.
A phantom Bone Dragon coiled into existence and smashed head-on into more than a dozen withered corpses.
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