"A Corpse Race cultivator?"
Cui Hao's expression changed slightly. A scimitar appeared in his hand, and he sent out a crescent-moon-shaped saber Qi to scatter that black Qi.
However, the black Qi did not disappear immediately. It wrapped around the scimitar and spread downwards, looking like the arm of a demon. It looked extremely strange.
A light flashed, and Cui Hao circulated some Quintessence to get rid of the black Qi from the scimitar.
When Cui Hao looked up, he saw a young man with a dark complexion standing on a black cloud. This young man held a long whip in his hand, looking very lifeless.
However, this young man's eyes were exceptionally sharp. When he stomped on Cui Hao, Cui Hao felt an unparalleled sharpness.
"Where did this Corpse Race cultivator come from? He is so young, and he is already a peak half-Sage."
Cui Hao thought to himself in shock.
Xiao Chen, who had rushed over, casually scooped up the Flame Crystal Rock that had been knocked away. The scarlet flame vanished.
A dark scarlet crystal the size of a marble appeared before Xiao Chen. He could not help but feel somewhat disappointed.
Based on the color and size, he could guess that this Flame Crystal Rock was of inferior quality.
He glanced at Cui Hao and the mysterious Corpse Race cultivator, who were facing each other. Then, he shifted his gaze to the Flame Crystal Rock, which continued to fly.
Among the ten-odd Flame Crystal Rocks, there would definitely be one with an above-average quality.
However, Wang Can, who was seated on the throne, smiled sinisterly. Then, he soared into the air, and his figure flickered. Riding on a thick cloud, he arrived before the large group of Flame Crystal Rocks.
Wang Can swept out with the whip in his hand, and a berserk wind blew. The trajectory of the ten-odd Flame Crystal Rocks was completely disrupted.
Then, Wang Can swung his whip again, and three or four Flame Crystal Rocks flew into his hand. Then, he smiled coldly at the pursuing Cui Hao and pointed to the air.
Two stone coffins appeared in the air, one in front and one behind, blocking Cui Hao.
The doors of the coffins opened, and a horrifying corpse Qi poured out. Two sinister Demonic Corpses wearing heavy stone armor launched themselves at Cui Hao.
The full-moon disk in Xiao Chen's body hovered above his head, sending down a silk-like screen of light. Cui Hao held the Waning Moon Curved Blade and heavily chopped the chest of the Demonic Zombie in front of him.
A muffled sound rang out. This saber strike actually didn't break the stone armor on the demonic corpse's chest. It only left a shallow mark and knocked it back ten meters.
The demonic zombie behind him took the chance to charge over. Its five black fingers were as sharp as knives, stabbing into the curtain of the full moon wheel.
To Cui Hao's surprise, the moonlight curtain was unable to block the Demonic Corpse's attack. A black Corpse Qi lingered on its fingertips.
The curtain seemed to be corroded and was easily pierced by the demonic zombie's fingers. The demonic zombie laughed cruelly and grabbed Cui Hao's back with its five fingers.
At this moment, Cui Hao had just repelled the Demonic Corpse in front of him. There was no time for him to dodge.
The corpse energy on the fingertips might contain the will of death, and it would be a fatal blow to him.
Just as the Demonic Corpse was filled with terror, a loud sound came from behind it. A foot pressed down on the Demonic Corpse's head, and a huge force surged out, sending the Demonic Corpse flying several thousand meters.
"Bang!"
An interstellar meteorite whizzed over and collided with the devil corpse. The meteorite shattered into pieces, but the devil corpse wasn't damaged in the slightest.
This corpse is extraordinarily strong, Xiao Chen thought to himself. This Demonic Corpse is much stronger than the Demonic Corpses refined by the Dark Church in the Sky Dome Realm.
"Many thanks!"
After escaping with his life, Cui Hao thanked Xiao Chen sincerely. He had been too careless.
Xiao Chen smiled faintly and pointed to the front. Cui Hao suddenly understood. There was still one more Demonic Corpse that he had not dealt with. Now was not the time to thank him.
Xiao Chen looked around. With this delay, the genius Corpse Race cultivator called Wang Can had already snatched away the ten-odd Flame Crystal Rocks.
"That's not right. He did not snatch them away."
A grave expression flashed on Xiao Chen's calm face. Just as the other party's whip was about to snatch away the last Flame Crystal Rock, the Flame Crystal Rock actually managed to struggle free.
A resplendent electric light burst out from under Xiao Chen's feet. He executed Thunder Dragon Steps at full power. Then, he raised his leg and leaped, instantly crossing the five kilometer distance.
Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed the last Flame Crystal Rock. The scarlet flame vanished, and a deep-colored, crimson crystal appeared in his hand.
Xiao Chen's face lit up in joy. He said, "It really is a Superior Grade Flame Crystal Rock. It looks like I guessed right."
The few Haotian Sect disciples who had rushed over in advance but did not dare to act rashly because of Wang Can felt envious when they saw this scene.
"You are seeking death!"
However, Wang Can was enraged. One Superior Grade Flame Crystal Rock was worth more than all the Flame Crystal Rocks he had collected.
Wang Can's whip extended infinitely, looking like a raging venomous black snake as it hacked at Xiao Chen.
Holding the Flame Crystal Rock in his left hand, Xiao Chen raised his head slightly and looked at the incoming black whip. Then, he stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the whip.
When Wang Can, who was on the Death Throne, saw Xiao Chen grab his whip without letting go, he could not help but mock him. To think that Xiao Chen dares to compete in strength with a Corpse Race cultivator. He is overestimating himself.
Wang Can's steel-like hands pulled back, trying to pull Xiao Chen over.
However, Wang Can felt like he was pulling a mountain on the other end of the whip. It did not budge at all. His expression turned slightly unsightly as he asked, "You can't pull it?"
Xiao Chen smiled coldly and gently pulled with his right hand. "Whoosh!" Wang Can, who was on the Death Throne, flew into the air.
In terms of Vital Qi, Xiao Chen completely surpassed his opponent.
The direct disciples from the previous batches who saw this scene from behind undoubtedly inhaled a breath of cold air. Among the five clans of the Kunlun Realm, the Corpse clan was famous for their strong physical bodies.
Even the Demon Race, who had always boasted of their powerful bodies, was slightly inferior in front of the Corpse Race.
The Corpse Race and the Ghost Race both cultivated the Great Dao of Death among the five races of Kun Lun, but the direction of their development was completely different.
The Corpse Race studied the refining methods of all kinds of demonic corpses and demon corpses. They refined the corpses of all kinds of powerful existences. Whether it was the corpses of humans, demons, or spirit beasts, they would not let go of anything.
In fact, they would even use the Corpse Refinement Technique on themselves to pursue a realm where they were neither alive nor dead, using their corpses to prove their Dao and become the Corpse God.
Among the five races, they were the least welcomed by the other races. It would be the same no matter who it was. How could a race that was always eyeing one's ancestral graves make one feel at ease?
However, even though the Corpse Race did not have as many people as the other races, they had been able to survive for tens of thousands of years, and their inheritance had never been destroyed.
Of the ancient hundred races, several strong races had vanished like smoke in the long river of history. The Corpse Race being able to do this had a lot to do with their monstrous body tempering Cultivation Technique.
However, a peak half-Sage of the Corpse Race with an extremely horrifying physical body ended up being pulled out by Xiao Chen. How could anyone not be shocked?
Wang Can showed a startled expression. He had not expected the other party to pull him up while he was distracted.
However, Wang Can reacted quickly and decisively let go. Then, he charged at Xiao Chen with a cold gaze. He was very confident in his physical body.
Among the cultivators of the same generation, no one could defeat him in close combat. He had just been careless earlier.
However, Wang Can was disappointed. It was not because he had been careless that he lost to Xiao Chen in a competition of physical bodies.
Instead, it was because he was truly inferior to Xiao Chen. In terms of physical bodies, Xiao Chen had a Rank 2 Sage Body and consumed many natural treasures. In terms of Vital Qi, he had more than one million tons of force.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
The two exchanged three moves. Finally, their fists clashed. The moment their fists clashed, Wang Can was knocked back by Xiao Chen.
However, Xiao Chen also felt his fingers go slightly numb. Wang Can's body seemed to have been separated from flesh and blood, like some kind of divine metal.
Raising his eyebrows slightly, Xiao Chen thought to himself, The Corpse Race's Body Tempering Technique cannot be underestimated.
Although Xiao Chen thought this, he did not stop moving. He casually tossed aside the black whip in his hand and executed Thunder Dragon Steps to charge at this person.
Xiao Chen had long wanted to experience the experts of other races. If there was an opportunity, it would not be a bad idea to snatch away that Death Throne.
After being knocked back by Xiao Chen's punch, Wang Can was both startled and furious. He somersaulted and sat back down on the Death Throne.
As Wang Can watched Xiao Chen chase after him, the black mark on his forehead flickered. The black clouds under the throne started churning continuously.
Sitting on the Death Throne, Wang Can, who had been in a sorry state earlier, now looked like a sovereign of the night. A decaying aura of death spread out.
Wang Can unhurriedly threw a palm strike at the pursuing Xiao Chen. Strands of black smoke came out of the throne. Like tentacles, the black smoke wrapped around Wang Can's palm and extended to his palm, forming the word "death."
Xiao Chen chased too quickly. Even if Wang Can wanted to retreat, he could not. The instant the word "death" formed, Wang Can's palms charged forward with explosive Vital Qi.
This palm strike contained more than one million kilograms of force. Xiao Chen would be able to crush a mountain.
However, Wang Can remained seated on the Death Throne, not moving at all. However, the black clouds under the throne churned even more intensely. A will of death spread out from Wang Can's palm.
Before Xiao Chen could execute the immortal will of thunder, he was knocked back. His Qi and blood surged, and hot blood rushed to his head.
A black Death Qi wrapped around Wang Can's palm. His lifeforce quickly faded, and he started rotting at a visible rate.
In mere moments, Xiao Chen's smooth and white palm aged rapidly. It was as thin as a stick and filled with cracks. It looked like the palm of an ordinary person in his seventies or eighties, looking very horrifying.
That deathly aura was still spreading and rushing upwards.
The group of people in the distance was horrified. The will of death was actually this horrifying. Xiao Chen looked at his palm and frowned slightly. However, he did not worry too much.
Xiao Chen had an even bigger problem. The Mental Energy of the Massacre Throne was like a cocoon in his sea of consciousness. After the other party released the will of death, cracks started to appear in the cocoon, showing signs of breaking free at any moment.
Xiao Chen flung his hand, and the immortal will of thunder turned into a thunderfire, slowly eliminating the Death Qi on his arm. Sizzling sounds rang out, and black smoke came out.
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