Chapter 503: Creating Soldiers from Beans

Chapter 503: Chapter 503: Creating Soldiers from Beans

Zhong Shan emerged, fixing his gaze directly on the man in the red robe. The man had a "Yao" character divine mark on his forehead, similar to those of the Demon Nightmare Army, but more advanced, akin to the mark seen on the Great Gold Emperor who created the 'Ming Yuan Pills' on the altar.

These were purple divine marks.

This was an organization, and the powerful Demon Nightmare Army was merely a small branch of its forces. It was the third time in just a few decades that Zhong Shan had encountered them. Was it fate tying him to this organization, or had their influence grown tremendously?

"Who are you to Sekong?" Zhong Shan asked the man in the red robe in a deep voice.

Zhong Shan had an irreconcilable grudge with this organization and naturally had no intention of being polite.

"Lin Zhen, deal with him," the Third Elder said to the man in the red robe.

Having spoken, the Third Elder shifted his focus back to Jian Ao.

"Old Ninth, we were interrupted by Old Seventh earlier. Let's continue," the Third Elder said coldly.

Jian Ao had no objection, and with a swing of his heavy sword, the two resumed their battle, moving further away as their every strike was immensely powerful, being experts of the Imperial Realm.

With the threat gone, Zhong Shan and Lin Zhen faced off once more.

"Sekong is my junior nephew, but it doesn't matter if you know or not, because you are about to become a corpse. No, for my two deceased junior brothers, I will ensure you die without a complete body," Lin Zhen said, his tone chilling.

Lin Zhen's face grew exceedingly cold, but the "Yao" character on his forehead gradually faded away.

The "Yao" character disappeared?

Zhong Shan was slightly surprised. Activating the divine mark boosted strength significantly, but retracting it would restore his strength to its original state. If Lin Zhen's strength returned to normal, then what was the meaning behind his ruthless words?

"Since you are about to die, let me show you what a true treasure is. What an immortal treasure truly is," Lin Zhen said.

As he spoke, Lin Zhen flipped his hand, revealing a handful of golden beans.

Seeing the beans in Lin Zhen's hand, Zhong Shan instinctively sensed something ominous and took a step back to occupy a more advantageous position.

Noting Zhong Shan's movement, Lin Zhen sneered and tossed the beans to the ground instead of at Zhong Shan.

As the golden beans scattered on the ground, Lin Zhen continuously formed hand seals.

Each hand seal seemed to imprint upon the surrounding space, drawing an invisible energy towards the golden beans, causing them to emit a radiant, multicolored glow.

"Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe," Lin Zhen chanted sharply.

With the utterance of these four incantations, the beans responded as if unlocking from an invisible shackle.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Nearly a hundred beans exploded into a cloud of smoke, enveloping the area.

At this moment, Lin Zhen revealed a sinister smile.

As the smoke cleared, the ground was suddenly filled with a hundred golden figures.

These figures were all burly men clad in golden armor, exuding a menacing aura. Their eyes were hollow, and they wielded massive broadswords, looking like seasoned warriors.

Beans? These warriors were transformed from those beans?

Zhong Shan observed closely. These golden warriors were indeed the result of the golden beans.

Immortal treasure? Was it given by their master? Mr. Corpse had once said that the leader of this organization likely hailed from the Great Thousand World. It seemed to be true.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Another mountain exploded, and the golden energy surged again.

"Hahahahaha," Lin Zhen laughed maniacally.

Watching Zhong Shan struggle so desperately against the golden-armored warriors gave Lin Zhen an immense sense of satisfaction.

After several more attacks, Zhong Shan's clothes were increasingly tattered. He looked more and more battered.

However, Zhong Shan's situation was not as desperate as Lin Zhen imagined. Suddenly, a wicked smile appeared on Zhong Shan's lips.

As this smile spread across his face,

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The golden light sphere exploded. The formation of the hundred golden-armored warriors was disrupted, and one warrior's arm was severed without anyone noticing.

Lin Zhen's eyes widened in shock and uncertainty. How did Zhong Shan do it? How was it possible?

As the scattered golden-armored warriors attempted to regroup, Zhong Shan looked up at Lin Zhen and said, "Creating soldiers from beans? It's nothing special!"

Nothing special? Lin Zhen sneered coldly. Nothing special? You're about to die. A vicious glint appeared in Lin Zhen's eyes.

"I can do it too!" Zhong Shan suddenly said.

Lin Zhen, who had been about to choke on his own saliva, coughed violently.

"You're joking? You can do it too?" Lin Zhen coughed, his face turning red, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Yes, I learned from you!" Zhong Shan nodded, reaching down to grab a handful of stones from the ground.

Seeing Zhong Shan pick up a handful of rubble, Lin Zhen was momentarily bewildered. Was Zhong Shan a fool? Lin Zhen's bean soldiers were a treasure given by his master. Did Zhong Shan think he could achieve the same with some random stones?

With a cold smile, Lin Zhen prepared to command the golden-armored warriors to attack again.

Not far away, Zhong Shan mimicked Lin Zhen's earlier actions, tossing the stones into the air. The stones, devoid of any spiritual energy, scattered in all directions.

"Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe!"

As Zhong Shan performed identical hand seals, Lin Zhen watched with a mocking smile. Creating soldiers from beans? Zhong Shan had clearly lost his mind.

Lin Zhen refrained from commanding his warriors, instead watching as the stones fell.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

To Lin Zhen's astonishment, a cloud of smoke enveloped the area just like before, obscuring everything inside.

A cloud of smoke? Lin Zhen was taken aback.

As a gentle breeze dispersed the smoke, the ground was suddenly filled with a hundred black-robed figures.

They were all Zhong Shan.

A hundred identical Zhong Shans stood where the stones had landed.

Creating soldiers from beans?

Turning ordinary stones into soldiers? Lin Zhen's vision darkened, and he nearly fainted.