The Perverted Evil Cultivator

Chapter 112: Fight inside the corridor

After a few minutes, Zhu Zemin was starting to feel that something as wrong. 

Even if they wanted to bait him out, shouldn't they try something other than just shouting profanities towards him? 

Or have the expert make a move? 

Could it be that they really are buying time? 

Just as the thoughts entered his head, Zhu Zemin sensed the footsteps of eleven individuals walking towards the corridor. 

The footsteps were loud enough to be heard by those nine in the Martial General Realm as well. However since none of them showed any change in their expression, Zhu Zemin guessed that thine who were coming weren't his soldiers but their accomplices. 

So they were buying time! 

Fuck! 

Staring with wide eyes to see who was coming, Zhu Zemin almost sighed from sensing the first one to be another Martial General. 

But he didn't so so after seeing the second one. 

It was that prince from the Bai Kingdom who visited his palace and disappeared like a shadow! 

However, that wasn't the end. 

Following behind the first two was a second prince from the Bai Kingdom who looked exactly similar to the one walking behind him. 

And then a third, fourth, fifth.... tenth... A total of ten princes?! 

What the fuck was happening?!! 

There were a total of ten similar-looking princes who looked like exact replicas and their strength was the same as well! 

They all looked exactly like the prince who visited the palace, and we're all exactly mortals like him! 

But, Zhu Zemin wouldn't be fooled by that again. 

So what is they were mortals? They definitely had some sort of trick up their sleeves.

Who knows if maybe all of them could turn into shadows and escape when hit.

Zhu Zemin couldn't take the risk. 

"If only you weren't so scared of there being a trap and attacked these nine, I probably wouldn't have been able to come here in time to catch you."

Gritting his teeth from hearing those words, Zhu Zemin pulled out the spear which was bigger than him from his spatial ring. 

Just this moment had already caused his spear to hit the walls, and forced Zhu Zemin to take another stance if he wanted to fight freely.

What happened next made Zhu Zemin's eyes turn quite wide. 

The ten Martial General cultivators picked up one of the princes each and placed them on their shoulders in such a way as if they were going to throw them. 

And indeed they did. 

One by one the Martial Generals took turns in throwing the princes towards the locations in which Zhu Zemin wouldn't be able to move his spear and intercept in time. 

Still, Zhu Zemin did his best and managed to slash four of the ten who flew behind him and like he feared, upon being injured all of them turned into shadows and disappeared. 

At the same time, the ten Martial Generals started moving towards Zhu Zemin and didn't give him the chance to turn and attack Bai Long's clones. 

What followed next was three games of whack-a-mole at the same time. 

The first game was between Zhu Zemin and the ten Martial Generals. In this, Zhu Zemin was whacking the ten Martial Generals. 

The second game was between Bai Long's clones and Zhu Zemin. In this, it was the clones who were whacking Zhu Zemin. 

And the final third game was between Zhu Zemin and the ten Yin Puppets, with the Yin Puppets being the ones who whacked Zhu Zemin this time. 

What was happening was quite simple. 

Whenever Zhu Zemin moved forward to attack the ten Martial Generals, Bai Long's clones would slash at his undefended back with the special weapons in their hands. 

Due to this, even though Bai Long's clones were mortals they managed to cause quite a bit of damage to Zhu Zemin. 

Like this, Zhu Zemin kept on gritting his teeth and tried to find an opportunity to take down those behind him. 

But whenever he tried to turn around, the Martial Generals would all choose the same moment to strike. 

In comparison to Bai Long's mortal clones who only had special weapons, the Martial Generals were the real deal. 

Any attacks that land on his body from them would be very painful, and if all ten of them managed to strike him at once, Zhu Zemin's body would no longer even be capable of moving much less defend against them. 

With such a difficult scenario, all Zhu Zemin managed to do was continuously defending against the ten Martial Generals while his back was turned into a sieve by the six Clones of Darkness. 

Strength leaving his body, vision turning dizzy, tiredness, all of these symptoms started assaulting Zhu Zemin after a while. 

Given how many times Zhu Zemin's back had been attacked, if it was someone below Qi Child Realm he would've been dead already. 

And Zhu Zemin was also able to continue standing because those that were attacking him were mortals. 

In case those that were attacking him from the behind were also Marital Generals, Zhu Zemin wouldn't have been able to survive for so long as well. 

"Is this the so-called great strength your Bai Kingdom was?! Cowardly trashes!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahhahaha!"

With the corridor almost shaking from so many people laughing at the same time, both the Yin Puppets and the Clones of Darkness began answering at the same time. 

"I told you to submit, fat king. But you refused! If you had chosen to submit, would this have happened? Die! Die! Die!"

Sensing the direction in which the battle was going towards, Zhu Zemin was sure that he wouldn't be able to survive. 

Even if he managed to kill all those who were attacking him in some way, with how badly he was injured already, Zhu Zemin would without a doubt die sooner or later. 

Therefore he decided that even if he lost, he wouldn't let anyone obtain that treasure which was inside his vault. 

Breaking his own spear into two, Zhu Zemin cruelly used the tip to pierce its way through the centre of his palm and effectively turned is hand unable to open the vault anymore.