Sequence Ocean Survival: Awakening God-Tier Sequences at the Start

Chapter 191 Unifying Mount Gongga, the Abyss Corpse King Leads an Army of Ten Thousand to Press In!

South slope, Qingcheng Taoist Palace.

The area is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the chill penetrates to the bone.

Unlike the bustling atmosphere of the previous three slopes, this place was eerily quiet, with only the whistling sound of the mountain wind blowing through the cracks in the rocks.

The only stone steps leading to the Taoist palace were densely covered with broken swords, and the rusty ironware exuded a chilling aura that stung the skin, filling the air with a murderous atmosphere.

"Master Lu, this place is eerie."

Liu Deshui followed behind Lu Sheng with his neck hunched, his face trembling. He really didn't want to come to this godforsaken place.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and pointed to the swirling thick fog ahead: "This is the deadly mountain-protecting sword formation. I heard that as long as you step into it, no matter if you have copper skin or iron bones, you will be immediately shredded into mincemeat. Last month, some reckless level 8 spirit source user tried to force his way in, and the result... tsk tsk, he didn't even get a whole bone back."

Lu Sheng ignored the fat man's rambling, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dark golden light flowed deep within his pupils.

The dragon's eyes opened.

My vision pierced through the thick fog in an instant.

Deep within the mist, hundreds of ancient swords of all shapes and sizes floated in mid-air, their blades trembling slightly and shimmering with azure spiritual light. They moved slowly along some mysterious trajectory, like a school of piranhas waiting for their prey.

"That's interesting."

Lu Sheng nodded slightly, "But that's all."

He stepped forward, focused his energy in his dantian, and his voice boomed like thunder, echoing through the deep valley.

"Palace Master Qingcheng, come out and greet the guest."

As soon as the sound fell, the thick fog churned violently.

A clear, cool female voice, like an icy spring, drifted down from above.

"This humble Taoist priest is here."

The mist dispersed to both sides, revealing a woman dressed in a blue Taoist robe and carrying a long sword.

She was extremely beautiful, with skin as smooth as jade, but her brows revealed an arrogance that kept people at a distance, and she looked at people as if they were dirt on the roadside.

Ye Hongyu, a level 8 Spirit Source user.

[Saint-level Sequence - Mortal Swordsman]

"Lu Sheng, I know you just killed the butcher and are currently riding high."

Ye Hongyu looked down at him, lightly flicking her whisk, her tone indifferent: "But my Qingcheng lineage cultivates a path of detachment from the world, unwilling to be entangled in this mortal mire. If you retreat now, we'll leave each other alone; if you insist on forcing your way in..."

"Clang!"

The long sword on her back drew half an inch from its sheath on its own, its cold light gleaming and its killing intent fully revealed.

"This formation will be your burial ground."

Lu Sheng smiled.

His smile was tinged with helplessness and impatience.

He picked at his ear, then turned to look at Liu Deshui behind him: "Do these so-called reclusive masters all think they've got the protagonist's script?"

Liu Deshui chuckled twice, but when he saw Ye Hongyu's sharp eyes, he didn't dare to reply. In his mind, a million curses were running through his mind.

Brother, you're right, but don't drag me into this!

Do you know that when gods fight, mortals suffer?

Lu Sheng looked at the woman again and shook his head: "I said, there can only be one voice on Mount Gongga. If you want to leave the world to cultivate immortality, you can, but clear out your territory and go live in the heavens. Don't occupy the toilet without doing your business."

"vulgar!"

Ye Hongyu's pretty face turned cold; this person's words were simply an insult to her ears.

She said no more, and pointed her sword at a point.

"Charge!!"

"Buzz—!!"

The fog instantly boiled over.

Ye Hongyu was lifted into the air.

Hundreds of flying swords seemed to be infused with souls, emitting a series of ear-piercing sword cries, and gathered in the air to form a blue steel sword dragon, sweeping towards Lu Shengxi with a terrifying aura of annihilation!

The sheer density of the sword energy was enough to send chills down one's spine with just a glance.

"My God!"

Liu Deshui let out a strange cry, nimbly rolled behind a boulder, covered his head with his hands, and trembled with his buttocks sticking out.

however.

Lu Sheng did not retreat but advanced.

"Dragon scales".

A slight thought.

A layer of dark gold, fine scales instantly covered his entire body, especially his arms and chest. The scales were layered upon each other, radiating an indestructible metallic luster.

With his hands in his pockets, he strode into the formation, facing the roaring sword dragon.

"Jingle bells!!!"

The dense impacts sounded like a torrential downpour hitting banana leaves, and sparks flew everywhere.

Countless flying swords struck Lu Sheng, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

But those seemingly thin dragon scales were so hard they were despair-inducing.

Not only did the flying swords fail to break through the defense, but many of them also broke open due to the excessive recoil, falling to the ground with mournful cries.

Lu Sheng was like a human tank, strolling leisurely through the rain of swords.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The path he walked was littered with broken swords and shattered iron.

"How...how is this possible?!"

Ye Hongyu's expression finally changed while she was in mid-air.

Her protective sword formation could even cut through the defenses of an 8th-level sea beast, so why couldn't it cut through this man's skin? Is this guy made of iron?

"Sorry, I'm immune to both physical and magical attacks, understand?"

Lu Sheng looked up, grinned at Ye Hongyu, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Have you had enough fun?"

"It's my turn."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Sheng stomped his foot heavily.

"boom!"

The ground exploded, and rubble flew everywhere.

He shot into the sky like a cannonball, instantly tearing through the sword formation's blockade and heading straight for Ye Hongyu's face!

"A Sword in the Mortal World!!"

A resolute glint flashed in Ye Hongyu's eyes.

Driven to the brink, she held nothing back.

Suddenly, she bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the main sword in her hand.

"Buzz!"

The crimson longsword named "Red Dust" instantly swelled, transforming into a ten-meter-long crimson streak, carrying a spiritual impact that could annihilate even the most powerful souls, and slashed down at Lu Sheng!

This sword strike is her strongest killing move.

It not only slays the physical body, but also the soul!

however.

Faced with this deadly attack, Lu Sheng's vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

An overwhelming and domineering dragon's might erupted instantly, forcefully shattering the spiritual impact attached to the sword.

Followed by.

He held up two fingers.

Just as the crimson sword was about to touch his brow.

"Snapped!"

Those two fingers, covered in dragon scales, gripped the blade with unparalleled precision.

Not moving.

The sky filled with sword energy, then abruptly stopped.

Time stood still at this moment.

Ye Hongyu remained in the downward chopping posture, her whole body frozen in mid-air, her beautiful eyes wide open, her pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

Catching a blade barehanded?

Two fingers?!

This is the greatest humiliation a swordsman can ever suffer!

"Not bad."

Lu Sheng glanced at the longsword still trembling at his fingertips, then looked at Ye Hongyu, who was staring blankly, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Unfortunately, the swordsman is too weak."

"Snap!!"

Lu Sheng twisted his fingers slightly.

That indestructible level 8 spirit weapon actually broke into two pieces on the spot!

"puff--!"

With her natal spiritual weapon destroyed, Ye Hongyu suffered a terrifying backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood and falling like a kite with a broken string.

Lu Sheng flashed and caught her in mid-air.

But instead of showing any tenderness, he roughly grabbed Ye Hongyu's delicate chin and forced her to look at him.

"From today onwards, the south slope belongs to me."

Lu Sheng's voice was domineering and unquestionable, carrying an irresistible majesty.

"As for you..."

Lu Sheng looked at the beautiful and proud female Taoist priest, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"That's exactly what I need – someone to serve tea and water."

"From now on, you will be my personal swordsman."

Looking at the god-like man before her, Ye Hongyu pushed Lu Sheng hard, but found that he did not budge. The arrogance in her eyes finally shattered completely, turning into a deep sense of awe and submission.

This is the end.

All four slopes of Gongga Snow Mountain belong to Lu Sheng!

With the submission of the Qingcheng Taoist Palace on the southern slope, the entire Gongga Snow Mountain finally ushered in unification.

Mercenaries on the North Slope, remnants of the military on the East Slope, ancient martial arts families on the West Slope, and Taoist cultivators on the South Slope.

Four completely different forces were forcibly united under Lu Sheng's absolute military suppression.

Inside the command hall on the north slope.

A huge round table was filled with people.

General Poseidon was in the center directing operations, with Zhou Hai, his face full of scars, munching on a chicken leg, to his left, and Chen Yan, looking excited and eager to try.

On the right were Zhang Daoxuan, his face bruised and swollen, coughing while clutching his chest; Ye Hongyu, pale-faced and with a complicated expression; and Liu Deshui, who kept smiling and serving tea and water.

This scene looks incredibly eerie no matter how you look at it.

A group of people who were fighting to the death just moments ago are now forced to sit at the same table for a meeting.

"Everyone."

Lu Sheng sat in the main seat, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound.

"I don't like listening to nonsense, and I don't like doing all that empty talk."

"Since we're all in the same boat now, we have to follow my rules."

With a wave of his hand, Lu Sheng displayed a huge holographic defense map of Mount Gongga in front of everyone.

"Liu Deshui, you have the most heavy firepower. You're in charge of long-range suppression and building the first line of defense. Don't hold back on your ammunition."

"Yes, sir!" Liu Deshui immediately stood up and saluted, his fat jiggling three times. "Mission accomplished!"

"Zhang Daoxuan of Xipo, your ancient martial arts lineage has excellent movement techniques. You are responsible for guerrilla warfare and close combat, and you should clean up those who slip through the net. Don't let those filthy things rush into the core area."

Zhang Daoxuan clutched his still throbbing chest and nodded bitterly, "Yes, sir."

He was completely speechless; that punch almost killed him.

"Red fish on the south slope." Lu Sheng's gaze shifted.

Ye Hongyu froze, lowering her head and not daring to look directly at him.

"Your disciples are skilled in formations and will be responsible for setting up traps and mazes at key points. I want to turn Mount Gongga into a giant meat grinder, so that once you get in, you can't get out."

Ye Hongyu bit her lip, her voice cold yet tinged with helplessness: "I understand... Master."

The way he called out "master" was a little awkward, which drew the attention of several people around him.

Zhou Hai almost spat out the chicken bone in his mouth, and winked at Lu Sheng with a wicked grin.

Lu Sheng remained expressionless, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"As for the north slope..."

Lu Sheng looked at the old general of the sea god and Chen Yan.

"This is the main battlefield, and also the place with the greatest pressure."

"General, are the Zhenhai's guns and missile systems still operational?"

A cold glint flashed in the old general's eyes, and he exuded a chilling aura: "Don't worry, although the ship can't reach the mountain, our fire control radar is connected to all the heavy weapons. As long as they dare to show themselves, I'll let them taste what saturation damage is like!"

Just then.

"Beep—beep—beep—!!!"

Inside the command center, a piercing red alarm suddenly sounded, and red warning lights flashed wildly, illuminating everyone's faces in a blood-red hue.

Everyone's expression changed instantly.

"Report!!"

A radar operator rushed in, his face filled with terror, his hat askew, and his voice trembling.

"Radar detected a large-scale spiritual energy reaction!!"

"Quantity...the quantity cannot be calculated!!"

"That direction...it's all dark in that direction!!"

Lu Sheng suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

He strode to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked into the distance.

On the horizon, dark clouds loomed over the city, and the air was thick with the stench of death.

"The Abyss Corpse King..."

Lu Sheng licked his lips, his eyes blazing with golden light. He showed no fear, but instead burned with fierce fighting spirit.

"Is it finally coming?"