"Luo Bei, how had you refined this Corpse God to such a terrifying extent?!"
"You could actually withstand such blows? Had you already cultivated to the level of the Primordial Golden Body?!"
The figure that appeared in the sky was none other than Tong Bugu. Beneath his feet was a mass of blood-red light, carrying him at an astonishing speed. Upon closer inspection, that blood-red light was a Nascent Soul radiating bloody light all over—one like the blood infant of Ghost King Wei Ziqi from the Naihe Demonic Palace. It was a magical treasure forged by taking the Nascent Soul of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator and refining it. When Tong Bugu first saw the Corpse God charging violently, he had thought that Luo Bei and the others were locked in fierce combat, and his heart had tightened sharply. But once he clearly saw the Corpse God and Luo Bei, he could not help crying out in astonishment.
"This is Tong Bugu of Zhanzhou Marshland. Like Sect Master Yu Shiqing, he is our ally. Tong Bugu, this is Cai Shu."
The Corpse God stopped. After Luo Bei introduced Tong Bugu to Cai Shu and the others, he extended his arm again.
The Corpse God also stretched out its hand, its green nails flashing as they raked across Luo Bei's arm once more.
Tong Bugu's brow twitched fiercely. He could tell that every movement of the Corpse God carried astonishing force, and the nails on its hand looked indescribably sharp. If that claw had struck an ordinary cultivator's arm, it would likely have sliced the entire arm in two in one stroke. Yet with a clang, sparks leaped from Luo Bei's hand. The Corpse God's two nails scraped past, but only two pale marks appeared on Luo Bei's arm—not even a