Chapter 137: The Thirty-Thousand-Year-Old Great Zongzi

Xiao Yang nodded, and without another word, he flew straight up.

This caused the Corpse King’s expression to darken.

"Do you really think I can do nothing to you?"

With a cold sneer, he curled his fingers slightly.

The next moment, a large, somewhat rusted saber flew out from the palace, landing steadily in the Corpse King’s hand. As a wisp of corpse qi was channeled into it, the rust on the blade dissipated on its own, and a faint, sinister aura emanated from the weapon.

"Huh!"

The fact that the Corpse King had suddenly drawn a blade was quite unexpected. Xiao Yang was already cursing internally.

"Damn you! You're a zombie, yet you can actually use a weapon? Have you no shame!"

This scene left the Profound Ice White Tiger stunned. It hadn't seen the Corpse King draw a blade last time; it was clear he had been forced into a corner by Xiao Yang.

"Young Master! Destroy this guy!" the beast couldn't help but shout.

At these words, a flash of irritation crossed the Corpse King’s eyes. He lifted the saber slightly and slashed gently toward the Profound Ice White Tiger. In an instant, a ten-zhang-long blade aura surged forth.

"Heh! I haven't used this in tens of thousands of years; my hands are a bit rusty," the Corpse King said indifferently.

"A walking corpse acting all high and mighty—go to hell!"

By now, Xiao Yang had flown over, swinging his sword down with his full strength.

*Clang!*

The two weapons collided, but the shockwave sent Xiao Yang flying back.

"Damn it!" His face soured. His cultivation was too low; he was at a disadvantage. Without hesitation, he opened a 15-million-point consumption gift pack.

"Ding! Pack opened successfully. Obtained: Martial King Cultivation Experience Card."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Xiao Yang’s face. He looked at the Corpse King provocatively. "You old undead, your good days are coming to an end."

"Hahaha! I am right here. If you have the ability, come and kill me," the Corpse King retorted with a scoff, pointing his blade at Xiao Yang.

Suddenly, strands of pure killing intent erupted from the White Tiger Sacred Sword.

"Kid, hurry up and finish this guy off. A trashy Corpse King dares to point at me?" The sword spirit sounded extremely dissatisfied. It clearly couldn't stand a broken blade being treated as its equal. It was a Sacred Artifact, a Divine Artifact! How many weapons in this world could even compare to it?

"Fine! As you wish!"

Xiao Yang no longer hesitated; he took out the Martial King Cultivation Experience Card and crushed it. Instantly, a surge of terrifying power flooded his body. At the same time, the view before him shifted, presenting two options: one was the Martial Artist Avatar of the Martial Marquis realm, and the other was the Domain, which could only be awakened upon reaching the Martial King realm.

"Martial Avatar: White Tiger!"

"Martial King Domain: Slaughter!"

To unleash the full potential of the White Tiger Sacred Sword, Xiao Yang chose the White Tiger set. The Martial Avatar was the White Tiger, and the concept of Slaughter represented the West, the domain of the sacred White Tiger.

"Huh? How did your cultivation improve so much?" The sword spirit quickly noticed the change. Just a moment ago, he was a Great Martial Master, but in the blink of an eye, he had reached the Martial King realm. It seemed he had even awakened an incredible Martial Avatar.

"I'm done playing around. I want to kill this pretentious Corpse King," Xiao Yang said nonchalantly.

"Martial Avatar: White Tiger!" he whispered.

Almost simultaneously, a terrifying aura emerged. Above Xiao Yang’s head, a Martial Avatar appeared—a snow-white sacred beast with wings on its back, stretching a full hundred zhang in length. It was clearly a top-tier Martial Avatar. The appearance of the White Tiger Avatar brought an instant, heavy silence to the surroundings. Even the female ghost, who had been observing from the shadows, was taken aback.

"How is this possible? A hundred-zhang avatar?" she muttered uncertainly. Having been a powerful cultivator in her previous life, she understood the significance of a hundred zhang. Even ten thousand years ago, in that golden age of cultivation, the number of cultivators who could manifest a hundred-zhang avatar could be counted on one hand. Those individuals had all become the rulers of their respective realms. Even the legendary Cangqing Emperor had to use various means to defeat them. In a sense, a hundred zhang was a threshold; anyone who could reach it was destined for greatness.

"An interesting fellow," she murmured, a faint smile appearing on her face.

Meanwhile, the Profound Ice White Tiger had already dropped to its knees. "Old... Ancestor!" it called out cautiously. Its heart was racing with excitement; it hadn't failed—the ancestor had simply arrived a little late. The beast even had a feeling that this White Tiger might be one of the original White Tigers from the dawn of creation.

*Gulp.*

Thinking of this, it couldn't help but swallow hard, its body trembling with excitement.

"This White Tiger Avatar..." The sword spirit, sensing the presence of the avatar, fell into a stunned silence. "How is this possible? Could this be the Progenitor White Tiger?"

Although it was now a sword, it had once been a powerful White Tiger itself, so it was naturally familiar with the aura of its own kin. The moment this White Tiger Avatar emerged, it felt a trace of suppression. Though it lasted only for a split second, it was still terrifying. It was an Imperial Artifact tempered by the Great Emperor and protected by immense destiny, yet it still felt a sense of unease. "What kind of Martial Avatar did this kid summon?" It knew that powerful Martial Avatars were the souls of mighty beings, and Xiao Yang’s avatar was likely the soul of an extraordinary powerhouse.

"How do you want to die?" Xiao Yang narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

The Corpse King couldn't help but shiver. He looked at Xiao Yang in disbelief. The aura, the pressure, and the scale of the Martial Avatar—every single factor gave him one overwhelming feeling: he could not afford to provoke this person. A hundred-zhang Martial Avatar was an entity beyond his reckoning.

He took a deep breath. "Young Master, my apologies for my rudeness just now. I am willing to compensate you for all your losses."

In the face of absolute power, the Corpse King caved. Even if Xiao Yang had summoned a ninety-nine-zhang avatar, he wouldn't have been this surprised. But a hundred-zhang avatar, combined with that sword—the Corpse King knew clearly that if they fought, he would only end up being butchered.

"The palace is mine now," Xiao Yang said coldly. He didn't care for anything else, but that palace was definitely a treasure. It would surely fetch a high price.

"Young Master, don't! This Corpse King is extremely cunning; we can't let him go. Besides, if we kill him, the palace will still be ours!" the Profound Ice White Tiger suddenly shouted. It was clearly holding a grudge, determined to see this guy destroyed today.

"You damn cat, you're courting death!" The Corpse King roared in rage upon hearing this, wanting to rush over and beat the Profound Ice White Tiger to a pulp.

"Stay where you are!"

With a cold command, the Corpse King was forced to freeze in place. "Young Master, it really is a misunderstanding. I am willing to compensate you for all your losses."

However, Xiao Yang had been awakened by the Profound Ice White Tiger's words. If he killed him, the palace would still be his, and he would also gain the remains of a thirty-thousand-year-old "corpse." It seemed more profitable to do just that.

Thinking of this, he looked at the Corpse King with hostile eyes. "How do you want to die?"

In his heart, the decision was made. Why not kill him and reap the extra rewards?