Chapter 243: Monument in the Cemetery

Chapter 243: Monument in the Cemetery

Countless skeletons gripped the war sword in their hands, standing solemnly in place, all looking at the same spot.

They did not speak, nor could they.

The cemetery was eerily quiet.

The cultivators stared blankly at the upright skeletons, looking at the war swords in their hands. For some inexplicable reason, they felt like these skeletons were a well-trained army. Perhaps in ancient times, the sects were not like the sects now, focused on recruiting disciples, but more like the secular dynasty of today, forming a large army.

The bloody glow in the eyes of the cultivators did not fade. But at this moment, they merely looked at this skeletal army. It was unclear what they were thinking.

After a moment, one skeleton stepped forward from the ranks, war sword in hand. It arrived in front of a cultivator, raised the war sword in its hand, and beheaded the cultivator with a single swing.

The war sword which looked like it had decayed for countless years, appeared extraordinarily sharp at this moment. With a gentle swing, it severed the cultivator's head.

The head rolled on the ground like a round ball.

Then, the skeleton emitted an extremely incomprehensible sound. It was impossible to discern its meaning.

That was when the people seemed to wake from a dream, snapping back to reality.

"RUN!"

A cultivator yelled out, turning around and running for the outskirts.

But it was still a moment too late. The skeletons carried their war swords and advanced towards the crowd. The eerie green light in their eyes now seemed incredibly terrifying, like malevolent spirits from the abyss!

The scene erupted into chaos. The skeletal army dispersed, carrying their war swords as they approached the cultivators, bringing with them the scent of death.

Wind suddenly arose in the cemetery. It was bone-piercingly cold, as if it came from the deepest part of hell.

A cultivator collided with the skeleton in front of him. In his panic, he quickly invoked a talisman. In an instant, the talisman in his hand ignited, conjuring a fire dragon out of thin air. The fire dragon roared towards the skeleton, engulfing it in a second. However, even though the flames had not yet extinguished, the skeleton emerged from the inferno.

That talisman had no effect on it.

A blazing fire could burn people to death, but what if he was long dead?

That skeleton walked out of the blaze, then it raised the war sword that was still flaming and chopped down towards that cultivator's head.

There was no loud noise, only a series of rustling sounds as countless pieces of rust fell down!

The falling rust was carried by the wind as it rushed towards Chen Chao!

Chen Chao rolled up his sleeves and swept towards the rust. But his sleeves were soon torn apart, turning into strips of fabric.

But fortunately, the broken saber did not lose this time. It actually pushed the war sword away.

Chen Chao did not hesitate, taking a step forward and swinging his saber towards that skeleton's head.

The skull that was shimmering with an eerie green light turned around, but it still failed to avoid this attack.

The broken saber cleaved through the skull from the middle. Then, the two faint green lights vanished, never to be seen again.

After the skull was split open, that skeleton also scattered, turning into white bones that littered the ground.

The decayed war sword also fell down, shattering on the ground, and turning into real rust.

Chen Chao took a deep breath and lowered his head to look at the hand holding his saber. The webbing between his thumb and index finger had already split open and blood was currently oozing out.

When that slash earlier was executed, it seemed smooth, but in reality, he had exerted a tremendous amount of effort. In his current state without cultivation, he would likely die from exhaustion here if he could not leave this place.

The story about that peerless martial artist would definitely play out here. But this time, the only difference between Chen Chao and that peerless martial artist was that there would definitely be many people dying with him.

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Tragic screams persisted and grew increasingly intense.

Those cultivators were not Chen Chao, they did not have an unparalleled physique, nor a sharp broken saber. When facing these skeletons, they had few means of dealing with him.

So, they quickly died.

One miserable cry after another kept appearing here.

And also kept fading away.

This might not be a cemetery, but it was a real hell.

Not all cultivators were defenseless, some from major sects possessed their sect's secret techniques. They continually wielded magic artifacts with immense power that did not require the use of cultivation. In contrast, cultivators from smaller sects suffered greatly.