Up in the dark green cloud above Clear-Brook Valley, Daoist Rotten-Bone had completely lost his mind.
For forty years, ever since he broke through to Rank 5 Early Foundation Establishment by refining the corpses of an ancient battlefield, everyone in the Great Yan Kingdom had bowed and trembled at the mere mention of his name. Even the King of Great Yan stood up from his dragon throne to greet him whenever he walked into the palace hall!
Yet today, in front of twelve thousand soldiers, his terrifying ten-thousand-strong army of Iron-Bone Zombies and White-Bone Skeletons hadn’t even killed a single chicken!
Instead, they had been glued knee-deep into black asphalt, scrubbed white with lemon-garlic lime water until they smelled like a bathhouse, dressed in bright orange sleeveless vests, stamped with red [COUNTY PROPERTY] seals on their foreheads, and used to hold wooden speed-limit signs and watering cans!
“You dare humiliate this Old Ancestor?!”
Daoist Rotten-Bone’s voice screeched like rusty iron scraping across glass. Inside his withered dantian, a pool of pitch-black Rank 5 Liquid Qi began to boil like hot oil.
“You care so much about this stupid stone road of yours, don’t you, Pei Xuan?!” Daoist Rotten-Bone stood up on his flying skull chair and raised his flood-serpent spine wand with both hands. Thick streams of black Liquid Qi poured out of his sleeves and condensed into a twenty-foot-long Rank 5 Nether-Marrow Bone Spear hovering in mid-air!
