His expression was clearly more varied than that of the Song Changping brothers, looking at Song Changming with a rather surprised look.
Since when did Corpse Refining Sectâs disciples possess such strong power!
Corpse Refining Sect did have Innate Martial Artists, but their proportion wasnât high, as they preferred to use Corpse Puppets to face enemies rather than fighting personally.
Moreover, besides Innate Cultivation, a disciple with such extreme Body Refinement like Song Changming was truly unheard of.
This was also what surprised the undead corpse; Song Changmingâs personal combat power was clearly stronger than those two Corpse Puppets!
This completely deviated from the stereotype he had in mind about Corpse Refining Sectâs disciples.
Song Changming didnât care what he thought. After getting a rough assessment of the opponentâs strength and weakness, he was utterly fearless of the opponentâs Yin Spirit title.
In his eyes, it was merely a trick.
Purple-gold Thunder Light emerged around Song Changmingâs body, erupting with speed even faster than before, transforming into a meteor-like beam, closing in on the undead corpse.
The undead corpse roared, turning fists to unleash full strength, confronting Song Changming.
Bang!
The old village chief below collapsed on the ground, his body weak.
To him, half of the sky was occupied by purple-gold flames, while the other half was shrouded in dark black, sharply contrasting at the point of the clash between Song Changming and the undead corpse.
Both sides exerted their powers, the energy burst forth one wave after another, clashing and eroding, this created the peculiar celestial phenomenon.
"Youâre not a disciple of Corpse Refining Sect!" The undead corpseâs cold blue face neared Song Changming, growling hoarsely.
Song Changming didnât answer, his heart grew heavier with every beat, constantly birthing new strength.
His body bore multiple blue quality, even orange-grade physical traits, his physical potential far surpassed even his own imagination.
As long as he was willing to dig deeper, heâd always extract strands of power!
Clutching the hilt of the long sword tighter and more firmly, the sword buzzed endlessly.
After a brief clash, he slashed the undead corpse once more, sending it flying embedded in the mountain.
In the contest of Vigorous Energy, he hadnât prevailed.
But in terms of strength, Song Changming surpassed this undead corpse by far.
This led the old village chief to see the purple-gold flames prevailing over the rolling darkness.
Song Changming glanced at the sword in his hand to see that, even with Innate Qi Aura protection, it still carried the chilling marks of erosion from the muddy Qi.
Fortunately, the sword was of superior quality, avoiding damage.
On the other side, the mountain where the undead corpse was embedded erupted once more. It was big brother Song Changping who pierced the undead corpse with his long spear, picking him out cold.
Song Changâan seized the opportunity to twist the undead corpseâs arm, turning it into a twisted shape.
There was no gap in the brothersâ collaboration, a tacit understanding from childhood, from mutual support in battle to becoming Corpse Puppets, they retained this synergy.
The undead corpse howled, the voice unlike a human, akin to a Thunder Beast.
It spewed even denser muddy Qi, directly freezing half of Song Changpingâs body.
His Yin-cold muddy Qi was originally lethal if it invaded inwardly, causing immense harm to life, sapping vitality.
But against the two Corpse Puppets who fundamentally resembled him, originally constructed from corpses, there wasnât any vitality to speak of.
Thus the killing power of his Yin-cold muddy Qi was quite limited, leaving only a shallow icy effect.
As the undead corpse attempted to break free once more, Song Changming closed in again, slashing out his third strike.
The recently upgraded Sword Training Fanatic trait made his Sword Might exceptionally heavy now.
The undead corpse initially Vajra Indestructible, impervious to sword and spear, was directly severed at the legs by Song Changming.
If not for wanting to spare a life, he could have slain the undead corpse earlier.
With legs and an arm severed, the undead corpseâs resistance capability greatly diminished, crashing down on the mountain, exploding a large hole.
The old village chief shuddered again, watching Song Changming with a sword in one hand, carrying the almost bisected Yin Spirit, in amazement.
He couldnât believe that the nightmare haunting the village for nearly a century, the terrifying Yin Spirit, had indeed been vanquished.
"Monster, the monster is finally!!"
The old village chief was thrilled beyond control. If not for his paralyzed legs, he might have begun to dance with joy.
On the mountain, Song Changming paid no heed to the old village chiefâs feelings, only watching the undead corpse in his hand.
Song Changping and Song Changâan landed beside him, also observing the corpse-like undead corpse.
"To become something like this in the future..." Song Changâan sighed quietly.
The undead corpses may carry the human name, but they were fundamentally two different species from the Human Race.
They were entities resembling humans but not human.
"Since youâve practiced the Technique, becoming an undead corpse, it should be for that so-called quest for immortality. Now, in my hands, if you want eternal life, weâll see if you know whatâs good for you."
Song Changming lowered the undead corpse, spoke frankly.
Song Changping watched the opponent intently, ready to strike at the slightest movement from the undead corpse.
"Seems you know quite a bit, but alas, not everyone can become an undead corpse, even with Witchcraft!" The undead corpse sneered.
It could laugh, though the laughter was sinister and eerie, the dry skin wrinkled chaotically.
With these words, before any action was seen, ice-cold muddy Qi spread around him.
Muddy Qi permeated the mountain, infiltrating the depths underground.
Where it spread, flora froze and withered, losing life in an instant.
"You! How dare you act recklessly!" Song Changâan, enraged, stomped on the undead corpseâs head, causing the earth to crack, blood splattering, the face obscured.
They were unafraid of the erosion by muddy Qi and Yin-coldness, while Song Changming had to protect himself with Innate Qi Aura.
Soon, he noticed something amiss.
The continuously sinking and permeating muddy Qi seemed to awaken something, causing the whole mountain to quake.
The already cracked land split wider.
The deep passage seemed to lead straight to the Underworld Nether Realm, masses of muddy Qi spewed from the fissures.
The three of them, Song Changming included, rose to the air.
The half-bodied undead corpse fell into the fissures, into the underground spewing muddy Qi, disappearing.
In its place, more undead corpses emerged from beneath.
One, two, three...
A total of seven undead corpses!
"This many Yin Spirits..." The old village chiefâs previous joy plummeted instantly.
Previously he thought there was only one Yin Spirit, now he realized how naive he had been.
These undead corpses were undoubtedly from the underground ancient tomb.
"Indeed, there are undead corpses in the ancient tomb!"
Song Changming thought to himself, no time to ponder as the seven undead corpses charged at him.
In terms of the situation, even one undead corpse was difficult to handle, let alone now faced with seven, posing a severe disadvantage for the three brothers.
Song Changming left no reserves, committing fully.
Purple-gold flames floating like ribbons around him, Fire Lotus blooming.
A pair of brilliant purple-gold eyes, glaring, seemingly more dazzling than the sun overhead.
Fire God form!
This form out signifies Song Changming, under typical circumstances, was utterly committed!
If relying solely on his Innate Realm cultivation, having opened merely two Earth Martial Veins, today would likely end here.
Luckily, his flesh and blood were sufficiently powerful, surpassing even these undead corpses!
Add to that the newly acquired Sword Training Fanatic trait, enhancing his strength further, making him fearless against the undead corpses!
A fiery figure swiftly flashed across the sky, the strikes of the long sword became increasingly indistinct, hard to capture.
Fiery Lotuses danced around, nearing the undead corpses, then exploded.
Massive flame-like Gang Qi seemed intent on blowing the sky apart.
Severed pieces of undead corpses fell from the sky, crashing to the ground like heavy tons.
Before long, ultimately all seven undead corpses were annihilated!
Song Changming stood amidst heaven and earth, his long hair fluttering in the wind, each strand of hair bore flames.
Fire eyes gazed below, towards the deep fissures in the mountain.
Gazing at that ancient tomb!
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