It was an object about an inch tall, its features and brows resembling the Corpse Demon to the point of lifelike perfection. Its flesh was just as withered and dried, and it bore some similarity to a Nascent Soul. However, this was not a Nascent Soul, but a Corpse Infant.
Zombie cultivation differed from that of humans. After entering the Nascent Soul Realm, there were two possible outcomes: one was condensing a Nascent Soul, the other was condensing a Corpse Bead. Each had its own wondrous uses, and the monster before him clearly belonged to the former.
At this moment, the little figure's face was full of terror. He had originally guessed a little of Lin Xuan's intentions, but his own punch had plainly struck Lin Xuan's chest first. By all rights, there should have been no suspense at all about severely injuring him, and that punch had also contained hidden force, enough to send the brat flying.
Since he would fly backward, that grab naturally should not have been able to hit him.
As the saying went, miss by a hair, stray by a thousand miles. That tiny detail was enough to decide victory or defeat. Originally, he had clearly calculated everything.
There absolutely should not have been any mistake!
The Corpse Demon still had confidence in that much judgment, but the scene unfolding before him was something he had never dreamed of.
That was right, the punch had indeed landed. The strangely styled armor on Lin Xuan's chest had also shattered outright. Yet Lin Xuan's feet seemed cast from iron; forget being knocked flying, he had not even moved a bit.
A punch powerful enough to split monuments and crack stone... no, it should have been enough to blast a mountain peak into collapse, yet Lin Xuan had