Chronicles of Heaven's Chosen - Chapter 30

No matter how fast Yuan Yao ran, she could not outrun a late Nascent Soul Realm tomb guardian corpse.

Wrapped in roaring flames, it hurtled toward her like a burning meteor.

One shriveled hand shot out with lightning speed, carrying such terrible power and pressure that it seemed ready to rip her apart in an instant.

Sensing danger, Yuan Yao spun around and poured all her strength into meeting its attack with her sword.

Clang!

Her pupils contracted.

That seemingly fragile, withered hand had clamped around the Phantom Spirit Sword. No matter how hard she pulled, she could not wrench the blade free at all.

At the same time, the corpse gathered a powerful corrosive force in its other hand. Like a black whirlwind, it surged straight toward Yuan Yao’s heart.

“Oh, come on!”

At the critical instant, Yuan Yao forcibly broke free of the corpse’s crushing pressure, abandoned the Phantom Spirit Sword without hesitation, and turned to run.

The corpse’s hand closed on empty air.

It seemed angered by her escape. Like a maddened beast, it immediately gave chase.

Clatter!

The Phantom Spirit Sword fell to the ground.

“Phantom Spirit!” Yuan Yao shouted as she ran.

The sword lay motionless and gave no response.

“Phantom Spirit—”

She called again.

The Phantom Spirit Sword still ignored her.

Yuan Yao immediately realized it was angry that she had abandoned it.

“Phantom Spirit, I was wrong!” she cried.

The sword did not move.

Yuan Yao gritted her teeth. She had only let go because there had been no other choice.

She firmly believed the Phantom Spirit Sword could never be broken by a tomb guardian corpse.

She stopped calling to it.

Heat closed in behind her once more. She pulled a high-grade formation compass from her storage space and formed hand seals as she ran.

“Heaven and earth as threads—barrier, arise!”

Yuan Yao spun and activated the formation compass.

A barrier instantly appeared between her and the tomb guardian corpse.

The corpse raised a fist and hammered it down.

Bang!

Crack—

The barrier split apart.

Yuan Yao’s face changed dramatically. She immediately cast another formation barrier.

Then another, and another—three in succession!

The tomb guardian corpse shattered every one with a single punch.

Its next fist was about to slam into Yuan Yao when—

A clear sword cry rang out.

Multicolored light flashed past. The tomb guardian corpse’s arm snapped like a dead branch, severed cleanly in two, and its fist fell powerless to the ground.

The Phantom Spirit Sword now stood before Yuan Yao.

Her eyes grew hot. She seized the hilt.

“I won’t abandon you again.”

After a pause, she lifted the sword and said haughtily, “But if you ever ignore me again, I’ll find a prettier sword.”

The Phantom Spirit Sword shook violently in protest.

It was clearly declaring that no sword under heaven was prettier than it!

The tomb guardian corpse attacked again.

Yuan Yao raised her sword to meet it, but in less than a single exchange, she failed to dodge in time and was smashed to the ground by its remaining fist.

She rolled several times and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Pain tore through all her organs.

Faint cracks appeared across the Myriad Wards Robe. It was nearly at its limit.

Yuan Yao forced herself to her feet, but the tomb guardian corpse was already upon her.

She instinctively raised her sword to block.

Boom!

The impact hurled her through the air again. At the same time, the Myriad Wards Robe shattered and lost all defensive power.

Bones broke in several places, and blood streamed from the corner of her mouth.

Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain!

While fighting, Ying Wuji swept his gaze toward her and saw her condition. His expression instantly turned cold.

One slash forced back the three tomb guardian corpses surrounding him. He flashed in front of Yuan Yao and flicked his blade upward, driving her pursuer back more than a dozen steps.

“Hide.”

There was no time to ask about her injuries. Leaving only that word behind, he charged toward the approaching corpses.

Every inch of Yuan Yao’s body throbbed with agony. All color had drained from her beautiful face.

Gritting her teeth, she used the Phantom Spirit Sword to force herself upright.

The instant she stood, another mouthful of blood burst from her lips.

It splashed across the ground and slowly seeped into the earth.

As if sensing something, all six tomb guardian corpses abandoned their opponents at the same time and rushed toward Yuan Yao.

Song Yan and the others paled.

Ying Wuji flashed forward and used his body alone to block all six corpses.

He could fight above his realm, but there were too many enemies. Their strength seemed to reach its peak in that moment, and several successive attacks forced him onto the defensive.

The long-robed tomb guardian corpse broke through his spiritual barrier and struck him hard in the chest.

Bang!

Ying Wuji staggered back several steps. Blood trickled from the corner of his thin lips, and his face turned faintly pale.

“Yaoyao, run!” he shouted as he held them back.

Everyone could see that all six tomb guardian corpses were targeting Yuan Yao.

But no one knew why.

Weng Mingshu watched from the passage, her expression grave.

“Eldest Senior Brother…” She turned to Yan Haonan.

“They aren’t opponents we can handle,” he said solemnly.

He was only at the early Golden Core Realm.

If he entered this battle, not only would he fail to save anyone, but he would also lose his own life.

“Run!” Cang Li shouted urgently.

Yuan Yao realized she could not remain here any longer. Gritting her teeth, she turned and fled.

The instant she did, something seemed to call out inside her mind.

That indescribable feeling rose in her heart again.

Someone seemed to want her to stay.

But her senior brothers were telling her to run.

Yuan Yao sprinted toward the bone passage. The strange sensation within her grew stronger and stronger.

—Stay!

Sensing that she was about to escape the chamber, the six tomb guardian corpses suddenly erupted with even greater strength.

In one strike, they gravely wounded Song Yan, Cang Li, Ying Wuji, and the black dragon.

Then they raced after Yuan Yao with astonishing speed.

She looked back, and her pupils shrank.

So terrifying!!!

Yuan Yao clenched her teeth and ran for her life.

Forget dignity. Forget controlling her expression. She wanted none of it!

At that moment—

A tall white figure appeared at the far end of the bone passage.

The youth wore a black ghost-face mask and cloud-patterned white robes, a sash drawing in his narrow waist.

He lifted his eyes toward the commotion.

When he saw who was running toward him, the corner of his mouth twitched beneath the mask.