Praying for the Sword to Slay the White Snake

"Pray the sword to slay the white serpent!"

Emperor Jing's "Tomb Classic" was clearly only Emperor Jing; if others followed suit and recited it, the same effect would be achieved.

But Emperor Jing didn't mind at the time.

He even wished the other person could recite it with more force.

Where his gaze fell, there were faint lights in the darkness, as if a golden dragonfish was hidden among them.

"The King of Hengshan? The King of Lujiang? The King of Qi..."

Several names lingered in Emperor Jing's mind, but then faded away.

He didn't care which king came; as long as the other party could join forces with him to kill the traitorous king, it would be a good thing.

Eat, eat, eat as much as you want!

In the void, King Liang stuffed his body into King of Huainan's mouth, forcing him to swallow repeatedly, while King of Huainan struggled in pain.

Eating Emperor Jing was very comfortable, but eating the Prince of Liang was like eating excrement, and could even cause poisoning, which made the King of Huainan suffer terribly.

In a life-or-death struggle, it is normal to bite the opponent's flesh with your teeth, but he never thought that the opponent could not be eaten. This divine soul that transformed into a white dragon was the greatest foundation of King Liang's power.

Only by extracting the poison remotely, like Emperor Jing, could one possibly defeat the poison-ridden King Liang.

But having bitten himself down to half his body, Emperor Jing's meager offerings were no longer enough.

Seeing Emperor Jing, who was bitten to the point of barely clinging to life and only had his head left, the King of Huainan felt a chill in his heart.

The ultimate winner was not him, but King Liang.

His mouth was filled with poisonous blood and flesh, his mind was gradually becoming numb, and his gaze was becoming increasingly fixed.

In the eyes of the King of Huainan, all that remained was the broken body of the white dragon, the King of Liang's maniacal laughter, and his natural reaction of having to swallow it after it was forced into his mouth.

Eat up, I'll let you eat your fill!

"You dare to use such shoddy skills to steal the truth? You'll be the one who dies!"

"Kill you all, and I will achieve my imperial dragon form. From this day forward, I will no longer be a substitute who can only hide in the shadows, but will truly stand before the world, hahaha!"

Emperor Jing was beaten until only his head remained, while King Liang did not mind his own body being shattered.

As long as his remaining strength is greater than Emperor Jing's, that's enough.

He was the ultimate victor after poisoning the King of Huainan.

"Liu Qi, do you still intend to use that ancestral sword, the Crimson Sky, to kill me?"

"You can't move that imperial sword!"

"You haven't managed to get anyone to do this in all these decades!"

I don't believe you could have endured for decades for this moment!

Zhang Xuezhou's actions could not be hidden from Emperor Jing, while Emperor Jing's actions could not be hidden from the Prince of Liang.

Amidst his laughter, King Liang paid no attention to Emperor Jing's behavior.

This made Emperor Jing's low murmur grow louder and louder.

"Praying for a sword to slay the white serpent? Wait, that's not my wish in the 'Grave Sutra'!"

Zhang Xuezhou followed Emperor Jing in reciting the "Tomb Classic" and corrected many parts of the text, but he never expected that he would also correct his wishes during the correction process.

"I grant you the power to assist you, but I only ask that you use your sword to slay the King of Liang, and prevent this scourge from afflicting our Great Han!"

In the distance, the remaining dragon head of Emperor Jing transformed into speckles of golden light, and a meteor shower suddenly fell from the black sky.

Countless golden rays fell, bringing with them an intensely fragrant aroma that was almost dizzying.

Zhang Xuezhou felt a pungent fragrance that made him dizzy, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a red longsword slash through the dark space.

The sound of King Liang's laughter still lingered, but in the next moment, his white dragon head flew high into the air, no longer able to overlap with his body, and King Liang did not utter another word.

Countless raging flames engulfed his head, and amidst the crackling and burning sounds, the white dragon's head was burned to nothingness.

"Vomit!"

In the pitch-black space, only the headless white dragon corpse stuffed in the mouth of the King of Huainan remained, writhing like a dead snake.

As the white dragon's corpse slowly turned into specks of white light and fell, Zhang Xuezhou felt a sudden brightness before his eyes. The scene of the tomb's main hall immediately came into view, and his soul had already returned to his body before he even had to use the Returning Aperture Technique.

"You... you..."

In the center of the five large banners, King Liang stood, his face pale.

He stretched out his right hand, his right finger trembling as he pointed at Zhang Xuezhou.

"Did you kill my life force by praying to the 'Grave Sutra'?" King Liang said angrily.

"I didn't," Zhang Xuezhou shook his head vigorously. "I've been sitting right here, I haven't gone anywhere!"

"You're lying! When I died, I clearly sensed you pulling on the power of fate to control that sword. You killed me using the power of wishes from the 'Tomb Scripture'!" King Liang said hatefully. "You don't need to deny it. Within the range of my Five Elements Flag Formation, you are the only one still alive. No one else could have done it!"

"I only recited some scriptures with His Majesty; I don't want to fulfill that wish yet!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at Liang Wang with a wary expression.

Considering his meager fighting ability and the high risk of being submerged in the Yellow Springs during close combat, Zhang Xuezhou quickly picked up a stone bowl from the main hall of the tomb.

Zuo Teng mentioned that the only way Chang Kong Shen Guang could defeat him was by randomly smashing things, a point Zhang Xuezhou wholeheartedly agreed with, which led him to learn from this world in a rather convincing way.

"Disperse your so-called formation and let me leave, then I won't smash you!" Zhang Xuezhou shouted.

"My eternally secure tomb is not a place you can come and go as you please," King Liang said breathlessly.

"You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin, eh!"

Zhang Xuezhou scanned the inside and outside of the hall and saw only corpses all around. No one responded, which emboldened him. He picked up the stone bowl and smashed it at King Liang.

"I... let's talk this out!"

After his head was smashed with a stone bowl and a stone cup, and he was covered in blood, King Liang began to beg for mercy.

"Dispel the formation and let me out!" Zhang Xuezhou shouted.

"When I fought to the death, I left no way out," King Liang said painfully. "Only if I win and my body is fully recovered will I have the ability to turn the great formation around and leave. If I lose and am annihilated, I will naturally seek a undisturbed burial place. Do you think I would allow the living to disturb my peace?"

"Prepare to die!"

"Please let me crawl into the coffin before you kill me!"

For the King of Liang, defeat in the contest meant he wouldn't live much longer.

He waved his hand, indicating that he only wished to be able to lie down normally after death, and did not care whether he was beaten to death or died naturally.

"Let me die with some dignity!" King Liang pleaded.

"You died with dignity, but what about me?"

"The Everlasting Mountain and River Formation possesses the ability to repair itself infinitely. This kind of formation can only be broken by force from the outside in; it is virtually impossible to break it from the inside out," said King Liang. "Even with your abilities, there is absolutely no way you could do it!"

He pointed in the direction.

"I've also arranged a tomb for the Empress; how about I transfer it to you?"

"I don't want your Empress's Tomb," Zhang Xuezhou said dejectedly.

"That is an excellent feng shui site, enough to nurture three generations of my Liu family to enjoy blessings. If you lie down in it, it will surely bless three generations of your Dongfang family," said King Liang.

I don't have any offspring yet!

"Remember to leave yourself an heir in your next life!"

King Liang murmured to himself, then crawled along the ground toward a coffin placed behind the throne.