Alliance Successfully Formed, Dead Soldiers Revived?

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden Six-Winged Angel appeared behind Qian Daoliu. It held a massive sword in its hand and looked down on Qin Yi with contempt.

"I hadn't planned to kill you, but... hmph! Die!"

As he spoke, the Six-Winged Angel behind Qian Daoliu slashed at Qin Yi.

"Holy shit! This got out of hand!"

Qin Feng's mouth fell open. He had originally thought the sacrifice could hold out until the incense stick burned down, but who knew Qian Daoliu would be such a sore loser and pull out his ultimate move?

"The victor has been decided."

Bibi Dong resumed her haughty demeanor, as though victory was already assured. After all, no matter how strong Qin Yi was, he had ultimately relied on external power to break through to level ninety-nine. He could never truly compare to a genuine level ninety-nine.

Qin Yi's blood-red eyes locked onto Qian Daoliu. Only when the massive sword was right before him did he swing the demonic sword in his hand.

Boom!

"Pfft..."

A tremendous explosion rang out. Qin Yi had already collapsed to the ground, unconscious, while the incense stick had long since burned away completely.

"I have no desire to make enemies of you. Ants will always be ants. Yet you dare dream of slaying a god?"

Qian Daoliu coldly looked at Qin Yi lying on the ground, then turned a thoughtful gaze toward Qin Feng, as if saying, Show me whatever else you've got.

"Sigh! Do I really have to use Sun Wukong's hair?"

Qin Feng spoke helplessly. Things had already reached this point; there was no way to back down now. Otherwise, all those dead soldiers would have died for nothing.

As he spoke, a golden strand of hair appeared in Qin Feng's hand. Just as he was about to use it—

"Ah!"

The Six-Winged Angel behind Qian Daoliu suddenly sensed something and began struggling frantically, its eyes fixed on the strand of hair in Qin Feng's hand.

Boom!

The Six-Winged Angel shattered with a crash, and blood seeped from the corner of Qian Daoliu's mouth. He looked utterly bewildered. What happened? Where was his Six-Winged Angel?

"What's going on?"

Everyone else was equally confused. Why was he coughing up blood? Wasn't he supposed to keep showing off?

"Ah... hiss..."

Qin Feng was also dumbfounded. Then he looked at the strand of hair in his hand, as if he had figured something out. So that was it. It must have been scared off by his handsome face.

Having thought it through, Qin Feng put the strand of hair away and looked at Qian Daoliu.

"Well? I won."

"You?"

Qian Daoliu looked at Qin Feng suspiciously. No matter how he looked at him, he did not seem capable of causing that kind of damage.

"Perhaps not."

Qin Feng retreated to advance. The more he insisted that he had done it, the less Qian Daoliu would believe him. It was better to say it was not him.

"Hiss!"

Qian Daoliu felt like his head was about to explode. He refused to believe that a Soul King could frighten away even his Six-Winged Angel, but among everyone present, only Qin Feng's group stood against him.

"Qin Yi held out for one incense stick. So, what is your choice?"

Qin Feng looked at Qian Daoliu and asked. If Qian Daoliu refused, he was prepared to become enemies with Spirit Hall. Damn it, they had killed so many of his men.

"Mm... may our cooperation be pleasant."

Qian Daoliu thought for a while before agreeing. Mainly because there was no reason to refuse. In his eyes, their strength had already been proven; even he had nearly suffered a setback.

"Pleasure working with you."

A smile appeared on Qin Feng's face as he shook hands with Qian Daoliu.

"Hmph!"

Bibi Dong looked unwilling to accept the alliance, but she had no way to stop it and could only watch helplessly.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the mission."

"Congratulations to the host for receiving one summoning opportunity. Soul power increased by ten levels."

"Ding, due to the host's severe losses, the host is specially rewarded with the revival of everyone who died in this battle."

"Because there are too many people nearby, the system will dispatch someone to carry out the mass revival."

"Holy shit!"

Qin Feng was stunned beyond words. He had expected the first two rewards, but the last one—reviving everyone, and right in front of Spirit Hall—wouldn't that intimidate Spirit Hall all over again?

"Would the host like to use the mass revival?"

"Use it. When I wave my hand later, send someone to revive them."

Qin Feng suppressed his excitement and looked at the puzzled Qian Daoliu.

"What's wrong?" Qian Daoliu assumed Qin Feng was upset over his heavy losses.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Qin Feng waved his hand, then waved it again. Suddenly, a halo appeared beside him.

Qian Daoliu watched Qin Feng warily and slowly began backing away. He feared Qin Feng was about to launch a sneak attack. His old bones could not withstand that.

"Hehe."

A voice suddenly came from within the halo. A woman stepped out, her face carrying a smile.

"Greetings, Master."

The woman bent slightly and spoke respectfully. Then a ball of emerald-green light appeared in her hand.

"Mm."

Qin Feng nodded. Looking at the woman's face, he was deeply moved. As expected, the system understood him—even the person sent to revive them was a beauty.

"Master, I'm going to begin."

"Begin."

Hearing their exchange, everyone else looked confused. What was going on? Hadn't they already formed an alliance? Could it be that Qin Feng still could not swallow his anger and had called in more people?

Whoosh!

The ball of light in the woman's hand suddenly flew into the sky, then split into dozens of streams that shot toward the dead soldiers. The sight left everyone utterly baffled.

What was this for? Were they going to whip the corpses even after they were dead? That was far too disrespectful to the deceased.

While they were still discussing it, Qin Yi was the first to awaken. After looking around, he respectfully took his place behind Qin Feng.

Then, the dead soldiers who had exploded into pieces began reappearing where they had died. First came faint silhouettes, then the bodies of each dead soldier gradually solidified.

"What? Coming back from the dead?"

"What?!"

Qian Daoliu watched the slowly reviving dead soldiers in disbelief. No wonder Qin Feng had not looked grief-stricken. If he had someone capable of revival like this, he would have unified the continent long ago.

Bibi Dong rose from her seat. Her expression was impossible to read. Other than a god, she could not think of anyone who possessed such a powerful martial soul.

The people of the Hall of Elders were numb from shock. Since Qin Feng had arrived, they had seen things they had never seen before—and now they had seen them all.

Before long, all the dead soldiers had been revived. They looked at their own hands in astonishment but said nothing, merely walking respectfully behind Qin Feng.

"Mission complete. I'm leaving."

The woman spoke playfully. Before Qin Feng could react, she vanished swiftly, leaving him wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

"Who was that just now?"

Qian Daoliu asked tentatively. If anyone could be revived, then his son...

"She's from our sect."

Qin Feng answered without even thinking. Whatever the question was, the answer was that she was one of theirs.

"Then could she perhaps..."

Qian Daoliu rubbed his hands and looked at Qin Feng. That woman had been so respectful toward him, so Qin Feng's status must not be low.

"Uh... she can only revive people who have been dead for less than two hours."