Corpse Recovery Diver

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

People and horses were overturned, the casualties were heavy.

At this moment, even the elder didn't dare to face off, turning around and running faster than anyone else.

This group of people had no choice but to rely on those individuals to deal with it.

They walked along the mountain path to a platform.

From here to the old temple buildings, there are two more similar platforms.

Judging by its setup, it should be the trial grounds of the Old Temple of Official General, where temples in the secular world have to pass these tests to send their young disciples up.

Li Zhiyuan could see the stone statues and beast figures used for the trials.

Back then, Lin Shuyou must have also passed through here.

Ahead, a figure dressed in black appeared.

The elder seemed to have seen a savior and hurriedly reported, "Sir, these two are truly bizarre, we really can't block..."

"Puff!"

A red tongue slipped out from the mask of the black-clad figure, piercing through the elder's neck, and then lifting him up entirely.

The blood from the elder's body quickly drained away, turning him into a dry corpse.

Immediately, the red tongue swung out again, entwining everyone around who was trying to escape.

The belly of the black-clad figure grew larger and larger, like an inflating balloon.

After he killed everyone, he uttered in a hoarse voice:

"A bunch of useless trash!"

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Four figures fell behind him, four black-clad figures with the same attire walked out.

Moreover, five more black-clad figures were rushing toward them from the platform behind.

Li Zhiyuan looked up at the bulging belly.

This group was at least clear-headed, summoning all the available people at once and not leaving space for any fancy moves.

But they were still not smart enough; their protection of the buildings here was overly careful, likely aiming to use the forces of Official General for themselves once integrated.

Li Zhiyuan looked at the stone figures and stone lions on the platform; the base of these statues trembled slightly.

"Kid, I advise you to keep your eyes open. This Jianghu is vast, but it is also small. Don't carelessly provoke forces beyond your control."

Li Zhiyuan: "You wrap yourself up tightly and then tell me to keep my eyes open?"

"Kid, I'm kindly warning you because you have no idea what kind of existence you are provoking."

"And what if I say... I know?"

...

Below the main hall of the Old Temple of Official General.

The original mountain spring cave had been converted into a Water Prison, where injured individuals were detained, many still in a coma.

A long-haired youth walked among them, followed by a burly middle-aged man with yellow whiskers.

"Why not kill them all, what use is it to keep them?"

The long-haired youth shook his head, "Those truly useful are them. Who would want underlings in the future who surrender just by feeling the wind change?"

"But they are stubbornly unrepentant."

"They will come to their senses eventually."

The long-haired youth ascended the steps to the main hall above.

Inside the hall, oil lamps were lit, each with a divine statue hanging above.

The Old Temple of Official General worshipped all the Yin Gods of the Official General Lineage.

At this moment, half of the lamps had already extinguished, and the statues above were cracked.

This meant the Yin Gods they represented had fallen.

The remaining half were dim, proving these Yin Gods were frail now.

The two foremost, Zeng and Sun, were quite dull, occasionally having a symbolic glow circulate.

At the very rear, there was only one lamp without a statue above, where the White Crane Child should be.

At its peak, the temple was brightly lit, with all the statues bathed in a magnificent radiance, exuding an indescribable aura.

Now, this predicament clearly mirrored the decline of the Official General Lineage.

As the long-haired youth came up, three statues, along with the lamps below, moved toward him. These three statues were dazzling.

The long-haired youth pointed above and said, "See this? These three are your role models. I just can't understand what you're persisting for. Only by serving me will you have a new future."

Some statues began to shake slightly, indicating wavering, but most remained silent.

The long-haired youth looked at Zeng and Sun in the forefront and spoke:

"You two should be sensible. Lead by example. You should not have forgotten me. The Bodhisattva is no more; it is only right for you to follow me!"

A breeze swept through, causing friction sounds.

The flames below Zeng and Sun flickered.

General Zeng: "We only respect the Bodhisattva."

General Sun: "How dare a beast attempt to deceive?"

The long-haired youth, hearing this, was not angry but laughed loudly:

"Alright, alright, even if you are unwilling to follow me, I have found a new path for your resurgence now.

A Dragon King's Court, is it not worth your kneeling down and worshiping?"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The three statues pledging loyalty above the long-haired youth's head emitted cracking sounds, and their once brilliant glow dimmed significantly.

The yellow-whiskered man spoke, "Someone has devoured a part of their essence."

At this moment, commotion arose outside.

The yellow-whiskered man went to the temple door, took a look, and said, "Someone is storming the mountain; you were right, those surrendering fools proved useless after all."

With a wave of his hand, all the black-clad figures who were standing outside the hall rushed toward the mountain gate.

The long-haired youth: "Knowing the Bodhisattva is gone and daring to storm the Old Temple now, they are certainly not ordinary Jianghu forces. Do not create complications; subduing these Yin Gods is the most important now.

Announce our name and scare them away."

The yellow-whiskered man nodded, took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, it was like a lion's roar:

"Dragon King Yu raises the banner here, unrelated individuals, retreat on your own!"

This voice reached Li Zhiyuan's side.

All the black-clad figures standing before Li Zhiyuan stood solemnly, clearly proud of this identity.

Li Zhiyuan reached out and tugged Run Sheng's arm.

Run Sheng bent down, turning sideways.

Li Zhiyuan whispered in his ear.

Run Sheng nodded, stood straight.

In the next moment, channels flowed across Run Sheng's body, Qi Gates opened, unleashing a larger sound wave in response, shouting:

"How dare beasts claim the Dragon King's Court!"