Chapter 262
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Chapter 262: Mu Lin: Who Dares Accuse This Official?
"Heh! First they beat my grandson and humiliate my men, now they dare send troops? That bastard doesn’t fear us at all!"
"Let’s move! I’ll see who gave him the guts to challenge us!"
Young Master Bai Qi from the coffin shop spoke with malicious eyes before leading his men from the secret chamber.
Night had fallen, yet Ping An Ancient Street buzzed with chaos. This was the Yin Eight Sect’s hour of activity – but instead of merchants trading, two factions now clashed violently on the streets.
Truth be told, when Young Master Bai Qi, Third Master, Qianmian and Zombie King Wu first heard of Mu Lin’s attack, they hadn’t worried. They knew the Demon Exorcism Division’s weakness – too few Demon Exorcists spread thin across the Nine Provinces, most stationed in small towns being mediocre talents. Local aristocrats’ support had always been needed to keep order. This was why Ping An Ancient Street grew powerful without fearing the Division.
But times had changed.
Emerging from the coffin shop’s hidden chamber, the leaders froze. Their men were being slaughtered by nightmare warriors.
These black-armored guards moved like shadows from hell – ghost-faced, iron-clad, wreathed in black fog. Their silent advance rolled forward like dark tide, crushing all resistance. Eight hundred strong, each warrior stood at Spirit Pool Realm or higher. Captains reached Spirit Sea Realm, led by a Refining the Evil Realm general.
Even Zombie King Wu and Qianmian felt unease. ‘This borderland elite force shouldn’t be here!’ they thought. The Ping An leaders now feared facing Lin Qiu’s troops. But with Mu Lin’s army at their gates, retreat was impossible.
"Stop!"
With no other choice, Young Master Bai Qi from the coffin shop unleashed his spiritual pressure and domain, bearing down upon the Beiwai Army.
"Boom!"
His domain plunged the surroundings into gloom, casting a suffocating pall over everything.
It felt as though Mu Lin and his eight hundred Beiwai troops had been sealed inside a coffin.
This bizarre phenomenon made Lin Qiu raise an eyebrow.
"Amusing."
That single word summed up Lin Qiu’s reaction.
For Mu Lin too, the domain held nothing more than fleeting curiosity.
The next instant, the eight hundred soldiers synchronized their spiritual energy. A collective tremor shook their ranks, followed by an earth-shattering "Boom!" as mountainous force obliterated Young Master Bai Qi’s domain.
The Beiwai Army’s domain didn’t stop there. It kept spreading outward.
"Boom… roar…"
Within moments, nearly half of Ping An Ancient Street fell under the army’s oppressive aura.
Those caught within felt crushed beneath an invisible mountain – breath came in gasps, limbs turned leaden. Even summoning magical abilities became laborious.
Cold dread gripped Young Master Bai Qi’s heart.
"Military formations! This…this is a border garrison elite! Why aren’t they fighting demons at the frontier?!"
His confusion mirrored Ji Hongyu’s astonishment. Hidden in the skies, the royal palace’s legitimate daughter stared open-mouthed.
"What madness? Mu Lin has no clan backing! Since when does he command such wolves in armor?"
"Chu family? Yan family?"
"Impossible. Chu’s elites are Divine Wood Guards. Yan only hires mercenaries. This iron discipline belongs to no noble house!"
Her shock deepened with every observation. As someone raised analyzing troops, she recognized terrifying quality when she saw it. Matching numbers and cultivation levels, neither Chu nor Yan forces could withstand these black-armored guards. Even her own palace elites might falter against them.
"Where did these killers come from?!"
Frustration warred with reluctant admiration. If Mu Lin could summon such an army, perhaps even the Grave Lord inheritance wasn’t beyond his reach.
A sudden realization struck.
"Wait…the commander wrote him off. Said a few months’ cultivation couldn’t rival demon sects and Yin Eight Sect veterans competing for the Grave Lord’s legacy."
"But with these soldiers…"
Alone, Mu Lin stood no chance against years-honed rivals. Yet this army changed everything. The scales were tipping.
But with the addition of eight hundred fearsome black-armored guards, everything shifted.
…
As the domain of the black-armored guards pressed down, the crowd gasped in shock. Mu Lin himself felt thrilled by the overwhelming power of his Beiwai Army.
"The City God truly reigns supreme within his own City God Realm!"
Indeed, Mu Lin knew well his imposing might came not from himself alone, but from the city god position.
Without the earth’s veins and human fortune supporting him in this domain, he could summon only a hundred Beiwai soldiers despite all his efforts.
Even that hundred would drain most of his spiritual energy, leaving him unable to cast other spells.
The strength of military formations depended on numbers – a hundred soldiers paled against eight hundred.
"Though bound by restrictions, the divine path holds advantages over the path of immortals."
While Mu Lin marveled at this, the masked evil ghosts and iron-clad Beiwai Army advanced like an unstoppable tide, crushing everything in their path.
Where their formation swept, nothing remained.
The sight contorted Young Master Bai Qi’s face, forcing him to activate hidden contingencies.
The Yin Eight Sect’s long hold over Ping An Ancient Street proved justified as aged figures triggered their reserves. Zombies clawed from the earth while swarms of evil spirits darkened the skies. Strange artifacts hummed to life, countering the Beiwai onslaught.
Young Master Bai Qi’s coffin artifact notably amplified his domain, matching the army’s formation. Only when surrounded by undead hordes and facing the stabilized defenses did the old men relax.
The funeral-robed leader glared venomously. "Lin Qiu! Commander Lin! Will you truly destroy Ping An Ancient Street over this?"
Mu Lin chuckled. "Flattering yourself. In our rivalry, the fish dies – the net remains intact."
"Hmph!" Young Master Bai Qi’s angry laugh shook with fury. "You dare mock us?"
His features twisted savagely. "We acknowledge your strength, Lin Qiu. But you stand alone against all of Ping An Ancient Street!"
As he spoke, Young Master Bai Qi and Zombie King Wu stepped forward together.
Mu Lin smiled fearlessly. "You’d actually strike?"
"Why not?" The old man’s sneer froze midway. "Deputy Commander Ji forbade meddling in the Grave Lord inheritance, but this isn’t about that! You insult our…"
"This concerns the inheritance directly," Mu Lin cut in.
"But none of our young men joined this trial!" protesters cried.
"Not a single…"
Mu Lin silenced them with a raised hand. "Your objections mean nothing. What the Demon Exorcism Division declares becomes truth. Our word makes it so."
He spread his palms mockingly. "Feel free to complain – petition the authorities, appeal to our Division. Rest assured, once you enter our halls, my superiors will render… perfectly fair judgment."
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Ping An Ancient Street’s defenders stood wordless, swallowed by heavy silence.
