Chapter 645: Annihilate the Corpse Sect

By the time the Dragon Cat gave its warning, Ye Wushuang had already extended his Divine Soul.

A figure appeared in the sky not far away—a young man in wide, cyan robes. His cold, dark eyes were locked on them, radiating a venomous hatred that promised a gruesome end.

The Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc came to a halt, hovering in the void.

Ye Wushuang recognized him. It was Zong Shuai, the one who had escaped from the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

Incredibly, Zong Shuai’s Cultivation had now reached the Soul Transformation Level. An aura of Death Qi surrounded him, cloaking him in a grim, evil presence.

"Ye Wushuang, you’ve finally left King Xiangg City."

Zong Shuai’s voice rang out. Unlike before, it now possessed a corpse-like rigidity, a mechanical tone that sent a chill down the spine.

"And what of it?"

Ye Wushuang watched him, puzzled. He was curious why Zong Shuai had such an inhuman, ghoulish appearance.

"What of it? Today is the day you die! I will personally flay you alive and wrench your head from your shoulders."

Zong Shuai strode forward through the air.

"Not so fast. A Holy Body is a terrifying physique. Used in the Refinement of a Corpse Puppet, it won’t be long before it evolves into a Holy Puppet!"

Suddenly, over a dozen more figures emerged from the void nearby.

One of them was none other than the Sect Master of the Corpse Sect, Xie Zhixuan.

In addition, there were ten Divine Silence Powerhouses. Even that strange young man he’d encountered before, the one who controlled the Flood Dragon Corpse, was among them.

Another person was there as well—Tu Qianqian!

They quickly surrounded Ye Wushuang, and waves of Death Qi with a burning, corrosive power spread through the void.

’They want to refine me into a Corpse Puppet?’

Ye Wushuang was slightly surprised and glanced at Tu Qianqian.

Tu Qianqian wore a strange expression. After a moment’s hesitation, he sent a mental message to Ye Wushuang, explaining everything.

It turned out that after the defeat of the Beastman Empire, the Sect Master of the Corpse Sect hadn’t left. He had remained in King Xiangg City, where he captured Zong Shuai and the dying ancestor of the Zong Family, refining them into Corpse Puppets.

Unwilling to accept the destruction of the Zong Family, Zong Shuai was bent on getting revenge on Ye Wushuang.

When they saw Ye Wushuang return to King Xiangg City, they knew their chance had come and had set up an ambush outside the city well in advance.

"You may kill him, but leave his corpse intact."

Xie Zhixuan said to Zong Shuai. His tone was full of confidence, as if everything was already under his control.

"Die!"

Upon hearing this, Zong Shuai’s sinister killing intent erupted as he charged. His cyan Holy Light, now tainted by Death Qi, had lost all of its former sanctity.

"You, go deal with him."

Ye Wushuang glanced over, then turned and called out to Mengg Yiren.

"I’m not going."

Mengg Yiren turned her head away. Though she had broken through to the Nirvana Realm with Ye Wushuang’s help, she wasn’t the least bit grateful to him.

"If you don’t go, I’ll spank you right now."

Ye Wushuang’s eyes grew cold.

"Pervert!"

Hearing this, Dream Returner clamped her legs together and shot Ye Wushuang a look filled with shame, anger, and hatred before stalking forward, grinding her teeth.

’I will... kill you!’

Vowing fiercely in her heart, Mengg Yiren’s aura suddenly sharpened as she charged toward Zong Shuai.

"You must be Ye Wushuang’s woman, aren’t you? In that case, I’ll kill you first to make him wish he were dead, and then I’ll kill him."

Zong Shuai was utterly indifferent. He clapped his hands, and a rigid figure shot out from his body—it was the Zong Family’s ancestor, now a Corpse Puppet.

"Damn it! Who said I was his woman!"

Mengg Yiren was inexplicably enraged, like a provoked lioness. Unleashing her Thousand Shadows Technique, she charged forward furiously and clashed with Zong Shuai.

Ye Wushuang shook his head and turned his attention to Xie Zhixuan.

"Hiding behind a woman. It seems Young Emperor Ye is all talk and no action."

The strange young man stepped forward with a sneer. A terrifying Flood Dragon Corpse emerged from his body, and he landed on its head. Staring at Ye Wushuang, he said, "Since you’re such a coward, allow me to deal with you!"

ROAR!

The Flood Dragon Corpse seemed to come alive, letting out a draconic roar. Under the strange young man’s control, its massive body charged at Ye Wushuang, intent on crushing him.

"A long time ago, a Flood Dragon Corpse might have been a threat to me. But now..." Ye Wushuang stared at the strange young man and took a step forward as his voice drifted out. "It’s nothing but trash!"

SHING!

The Dragon Blood Battle Saber was drawn in a flash. A blood-red light flared for miles. The World-Destroying Slash cut horizontally across the sky, its speed so immense it seemed to land in an instant.

The Flood Dragon Corpse’s massive tail swept out and crashed against the curtain of blood-red saber light, but it only created a faint ripple, completely failing to stop the unstoppable slash.

BOOM!

The strange young man’s face filled with horror as he instantly teleported away from the Flood Dragon Corpse.

THWACK!

The curtain of blood-red saber light descended, severing the Flood Dragon Corpse’s head. Its massive body tumbled out of the void and smashed into the ground below.

"It’s not just the puppet. You’re also trash—all talk and no action!"

As the strange young man teleported away, Ye Wushuang’s voice suddenly sounded right beside his ear, making his heart tremble. He prepared to teleport again.

But the blood-red World-Destroying Saber Aura was even faster.

"Insolent brat, don’t you dare!"

Seeing the strange young man in mortal danger, the Sect Master of the Corpse Sect, Xie Zhixuan, also strode through the air and attacked Ye Wushuang.

PFFT!

PFFT!

Two consecutive sounds of flesh being pierced rang out at almost the exact same moment.

One came from the strange young man. The World-Destroying Saber Aura flashed by, and his head went flying, his face frozen in an expression of disbelief.

The other sound came from Xie Zhixuan. An ice-cold Ancient Sword had pierced through the center of his brow, and his body froze stiff in the void.

He turned his head to see a cold young man standing behind him and spat out two words in disbelief: "Tu Qianqian!"

BOOM!

With that, his body tumbled down.

The ten Divine Silence Powerhouses froze, their eyes stiff with shock. ’A Disciple of their own Corpse Sect just murdered the Sect Master?’

It took them a long moment to snap out of their stupor.

"Tu Qianqian, have you lost your mind?"

The ten men erupted in fury, charging at Tu Qianqian in unison. The terrifying energy they unleashed threatened to rip him to shreds.

Tu Qianqian’s expression changed drastically as he felt death’s approach.

His decision to assassinate Xie Zhixuan had been made on the spur of the moment, with almost no thought to the consequences.

Now, facing ten Divine Silence Level powerhouses at once, he had absolutely no chance of survival.

But in that life-or-death instant, Ye Wushuang’s figure streaked past him, charging toward the ten Divine Silence Powerhouses.

The Heavenly Concealing Hand slammed down, crashing onto the ten men with such suppressive force that they all violently coughed up blood.

"Submit to me, or I will erase you from existence!"

Ye Wushuang let out a domineering roar. He unleashed his Dragon Blood Battle Body and bombarded the ten men so fiercely they didn’t even have a chance to summon their Corpse Puppets.

"Bastard, in your dreams!"

A Divine Silence Level expert roared in fury.

It was the last sound he would ever make in this world. A fist shimmering with golden light directly obliterated his body, not even sparing his Divine Soul.

Tu Qianqian’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at the sight.

"Last chance. Submit!"

Ye Wushuang’s cold eyes locked onto the remaining nine men. He moved between them like a streak of golden light, his golden fists slamming into them like a Golden Divine Mountain, shattering their bodies and breaking their bones.