Elder Changmei was on guard, the moment he saw the ancient corpse flying at him, he darted back swiftly.
This was a Corpse King, its combat power overwhelming.
Even at his peak, Elder Changmei couldn’t take it.
“Run!” he shouted to Ye Qiu and Shuisheng, bolting for the cave exit.
Shuisheng froze in terror, staring at the corpse, legs refusing to move despite his urge to flee.
Ye Qiu grabbed his shoulder, dragging him toward the exit in a flash.
In an instant, they reached the opening.
Ye Qiu glanced back, the corpse had caught up to Elder Changmei, attacking him.
Oddly, though an ancient corpse, it moved with startling agility and monstrous strength.
Elder Changmei didn’t dare clash head-on, dodging constantly, teetering on the edge.
Ye Qiu’s heart sank, if this kept up, Elder Changmei wouldn’t last long.
“Shuisheng, get out, I’m helping the old man.”
With that, Ye Qiu stepped forward, appearing three meters behind the corpse.
“Hey!” he yelled at it.
The corpse paused its assault, turning to glance at Ye Qiu with blood-red eyes.
“Come play with me,” Ye Qiu taunted, hooking a finger provocatively.
But to his shock, after a brief look, the corpse resumed attacking Elder Changmei.
“What the hell, why’re you hitting me?”
“Go hit him!”
“Didn’t you see someone provoke you? Blind bastard!”
Elder Changmei cursed wildly while dodging.
As if it understood, the corpse let out a guttural growl, striking faster and harder.
“Bang!”
Elder Changmei was half a beat slow, his shoulder grazed by the corpse’s fist wind, sending him crashing to the ground.
He spat blood.
Before he could rise, the corpse advanced again.
“Hey!” Ye Qiu called out once more.
It turned to him again.
Ye Qiu pointed the Emperor Sword at it, radiating battle intent, “Bullying the elderly’s no skill, come spar with me.”
Who’re you calling elderly, punk?
Watch your mouth.
Elder Changmei shot Ye Qiu a furious glare.
“Grandson, come let Grandpa see what you’ve got,” Ye Qiu taunted the corpse.
He figured if it understood speech, it’d attack him, especially since its lofty status wouldn’t tolerate insults.
To his disbelief, after another glance, it kept heading for Elder Changmei.
What’s going on?
Ye Qiu was stumped.
Why’s this thing fixated on the old man?
As he stood baffled, the corpse closed in on Elder Changmei.
“Ugly freak!”
Shuisheng shouted from the cave mouth, “You ugly freak, picking on my Martial Uncle’s no feat, come at me if you dare!”
The corpse paused, looked at Shuisheng for two seconds, then continued toward Elder Changmei.
Shuisheng blinked, “Martial Uncle, what’s happening?”
“How should I know? Little brat, if you don’t act, this thing’ll kill me!” Elder Changmei spat, furious.
He couldn’t figure out why it targeted only him, he hadn’t wronged it.
Screw it, I’ll fight you to the death!
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he pulled out several Flame Talismans, hurling them.
Whoosh!
Flames engulfed the corpse, roaring.
Crackling sounds erupted as green fur, ten centimeters long, sprouted visibly across its skin.
Corpse hair?
Elder Changmei’s heart sank, “Oh no, it’s getting stronger.”
Its eyes grew redder, gleaming with bloodlust.
“Roar!”
With a bellow, the flames snuffed out, and it leapt, soaring at Elder Changmei.
Seeing the danger, Ye Qiu charged, slashing its shoulder.
“Clang!”
The blade struck like it hit peerless meteoric iron, sparking wildly.
Ye Qiu’s pupils shrank.
The corpse was unscathed.
The Emperor Sword left no mark.
This…
He was floored.
He hadn’t expected its body to be so tough, shrugging off the Emperor Sword.
Ignoring Ye Qiu, it stalked toward Elder Changmei, its gaze menacing, eyes like twin lanterns radiating sharp intent.
Elder Changmei gritted his teeth.
“Think I’m a pushover? Fine, taste my real power.”
He bit his right index and middle fingers, forming a sword gesture, scribbling in the air.
“Heaven and Earth heed me, left holds the Southern Dipper, right the Seven Stars, defy me and perish, obey and thrive, Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder, come swift as law!”
Blood streamed from his fingers as he chanted, forming a giant “Thunder” in the air, then five bolts of lightning struck the corpse’s crown.
“Boom!”
Thunder roared.
“Argh…” the corpse howled, its face twisting.
Seizing the moment, Ye Qiu flicked a sword finger.
Whoosh!
The Six Meridian Divine Sword hit its throat, sparking like it struck steel.
The throat remained intact.
Ye Qiu was speechless, its durability was unreal.
“Let’s see how tough you really are.”
Running the Nine-Turn Dragon Technique, he gripped the Emperor Sword, leapt, and slashed.
“Grass Sword Art!”
Boom!
Terrifying sword qi slammed into the corpse.
“Argh…” it screamed.
Under Ye Qiu’s mighty strike, cracks finally webbed its skin.
But just faint cracks, not fatal.
Ye Qiu sucked in a breath.
That strike, plus the Six Meridian hit, could’ve crippled a master like Long Qi from the Forbidden City, yet this corpse barely scratched.
Insane!
“Little brat, use the Heavenly Master Sword, quick!” Elder Changmei yelled.
Ye Qiu blurred to Shuisheng, snatched the sword, and drew it.
Then froze.
It was feather-light, like holding a sponge, weightless.
Looking down, he cursed.
“Damn it, it’s wood!”
