Chapter 872: Pinch, Pinch, Pinch

Jiang Xiaohua was very annoyed.

Before setting off from the Wuji Realm, those wizards had told him clearly that he just needed to be an emotionless corpse ornament, lying down all the way to the Tian-Shu Realm... But halfway there, he was inexplicably shoved into this ghost place, where he couldn't lie down peacefully anywhere.

If he had known, he might not have saved those children. Lying straight in the Gray Realm would have been much quieter than this.

Jiang Xiaohua looked back in the direction the army had just left.

He saw a figure in a Tang suit, holding a lion-dance head, sprinting through the void at an astonishing speed. Even the pale golden Emperor’s remnant couldn't catch up to him, so angry that he kicked the head off one of his own guards before continuing the pursuit with all his might.

"I don't invite disaster, disaster doesn't invite me... I invited disaster, disaster can't catch me, can't catch me, can't catch me, can't catch me..."

Sun Bumian muttered something while pushing his [Cloud Steps] to the limit.

He had been dragged in by Chen Ling and had no intention of confronting the past emperors head-on, only using his speed advantage to circle around that Emperor... Compared to Chen Ling, his Cloud Steps were different, and they were perfected; his speed was much faster. The only one who could compete with him might be his master or his senior brother, Ning Ruyu.

Jiang Xiaohua turned his head slowly.

On the other side of the battlefield, a figure holding a blood-colored long sword, like an unstoppable Asura, had killed his way through a team of imperial vanguards and was rushing out from the edge of the formation, covered in blood.

The direction Jian Changsheng rushed out from happened to face Jiang Xiaohua. After finally killing his way out, he saw the dull mummy standing by the dirt pit and was stunned:

"HOLY SHIT!! He’s alive!!"

Before he could finish, the Emperor’s remnant chasing him raised his palm, and a massive golden stone tablet descended from the sky, smashing the stunned Xiao Jian directly into the ground, sending rolling dust into the air.

Xiao Jian’s warm blood mixed with the hurricane and rolled onto the bandages on Jiang Xiaohua’s cheek nearby. He wiped it off silently with snow water, his movements full of disgust.

The vanguard troops of the three emperors on imperial expedition had completely occupied this world. No matter which direction one looked, there was endless war and weaponry. Jiang Xiaohua stood there blankly, not knowing where to go for a moment.

Meanwhile, above the sky of the snowfield, four or five more Emperor’s remnants led their respective armies on imperial expeditions!

The vast army seemed endless, surging toward this place. The more than four hundred Emperor’s remnants in the depths of the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury had all developed killing intent toward the Opera Emperor, wave after wave, determined to wipe Chen Ling out in "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss" today!

The bright red opera robe streaked across the sky, with a paper currency golden dragon in hot pursuit.

Chen Ling looked up and saw the several emperors coming to kill him, and his heart sank to the bottom... If he had to fight, he wasn't necessarily unable to beat the Emperor’s remnant behind him, but even if he killed this one, there would be an endless stream of emperors on imperial expeditions. In the worst case, this "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss" could accommodate a battle of a hundred emperors...

No matter how good the three of them were at fighting, they couldn't kill their way out under such absolute numerical suppression.

Chen Ling could use a portion of the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury’s power, which would also allow him to enter the second layer, "Or Leap in the Abyss," but the problem was that the second layer was full of imperial vanguards. Once he entered, he would inevitably trigger more emperors to surround him, which was no different from seeking death.

And even if he wanted to leave, he had to find Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian first and take them with him.

"Damn it..."

Chen Ling used the Tribunal to shoot off one of the claws of the pursuing paper currency golden dragon with a single shot, gaining a brief respite. Before he could look for Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian, three pale golden Emperor’s remnants descended from the sky, completely sealing off all his paths!

BOOM—!!

Four imperial pressures overlapped, locking Chen Ling’s agile figure... The incomplete golden dragon rose slowly before him, roaring at Chen Ling!

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The overwhelming army filled every corner of this snowfield.

Jiang Xiaohua seemed to feel that it was too noisy and chaotic around him, so chaotic that even his breathing felt suppressed... Oh, although he didn't need to breathe at all.

"So troublesome... all three of them are so troublesome." Jiang Xiaohua whispered, "If this goes on, I’ll be dragged into it too..."

After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Xiaohua finally made up his mind, lowering his head to search carefully in the snow.

By the pit where he had just been buried, he found the positions where Chen Ling and the others had stood when they buried him, dug up a handful of snow from under each of their feet, and then slowly unwrapped the bandages on his hands...

A pair of fair, slender palms were exposed to the air, like white jade.

Jiang Xiaohua used his ten fingers to earnestly knead the three clumps of snow between his palms...

Pinch, pinch, pinch.

A few seconds later, three little snow people were placed before him in turn.

Jiang Xiaohua’s hands were like masterfully crafted carving knives; after a few casual pinches, he had captured the spirit of the three, even detailing Xiao Jian’s wolf-tail, Chen Ling’s opera robe, and Sun Bumian’s small round sunglasses...

Jiang Xiaohua sat cross-legged in the snow, looking at the three little people with satisfaction after finishing, and then formed a mysterious seal with his hands in front of him.

"Curse."

The next moment, the three snow people shuddered slightly.

Almost simultaneously, Chen Ling felt a mysterious power surge from the void. After a sudden blur before his eyes, he vanished from the spot instantly!

A wave of dizziness surged into Chen Ling’s mind. He opened his eyes subconsciously and found himself sitting cross-legged in a patch of snow, covered by a thin layer of powdered snow...

Where he had been standing, a small, cute snowman was smashed into pieces by the roaring paper currency golden dragon!

The four surrounding Emperor’s remnants were stunned simultaneously.

Equally stunned were Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian, who had appeared out of thin air beside Chen Ling...

One was covered in blood, holding a sword, seemingly ready to have a big fight; the other’s legs were shaking, almost catapulting himself into the sky to keep running. Finding themselves suddenly in this patch of snow, they both had deep bewilderment in their eyes.

The three looked at each other, their gazes falling simultaneously on the "mummy" who had just unwrapped his palms...

"You..."

"Shh."

Jiang Xiaohua raised a slender finger and made a silencing gesture to everyone.

Then he opened his arms, and under the bewildered gazes of Chen Ling and the others, he hugged all three of them in front of him like brothers...

Bandage after bandage fell from his wrists, revealing a large area of fair skin.

As his skin was exposed, a mysterious power spread through the air, and the auras of Chen Ling and the others seemed to be covered by something, disappearing completely into the vast wind and snow.