Bronze Armor Corpse!

"The one who's here to take your life!"

Bai Yu leaped into the air, swooping forward like a swallow and charging straight at Jue Yuan.

Jue Yuan flew into a rage, snatching up a mixed-iron staff beside him and fiercely smashing it toward Bai Yu.

That iron staff weighed over a hundred jin. Combined with Jue Yuan's monstrous strength, it howled through the air as he swung it, its momentum extraordinary.

If that strike landed, even a wild bull would be smashed into a pulp.

Yet at that moment, Bai Yu's body swayed. Like a swallow skimming the water, his feet touched down before he sprang backward.

"The times have changed, sir!"

He actually tore a repeating crossbow from his back and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three crossbow bolts gleamed coldly as they shot straight toward Jue Yuan.

Jue Yuan cried out:

"Watch my Golden Bell Shield!"

The clothes on his body burst apart, revealing bronze-colored skin that shone with a metallic gleam.

Yet in the next instant, the three crossbow bolts shot directly into Jue Yuan's thigh and chest.

They passed through as easily as if piercing tofu.

At the tails of the bolts were yellow talismans.

Blood talismans—Sharp Metal Armor Piercing Talismans!

Jue Yuan's eyes widened like bronze bells, filled with disbelief.

"Impossible! My Golden Bell Shield is indestructible."

The next moment, he toppled headfirst to the ground and died on the spot.

Bai Yu chopped down with one stroke, and Jue Yuan's head rolled away.

Bai Yu quickly searched him, finding only a dozen or so taels of loose silver.

There were also several yellow talismans on the nearby ground, along with a large yellow-skinned gourd that continuously spewed Killing Intent.

Bai Yu saw that those yellow talismans, together with the large gourd, formed a small feng shui formation.

This formation could draw out the Killing Intent from the nearby earth veins, then drive it in the direction of the mortuary.

No wonder the Killing Intent around the mortuary had suddenly surged tonight.

Without another word, Bai Yu capped the yellow-skinned gourd and tore apart the yellow talismans, breaking the feng shui formation.

After finishing this, he raced without stopping toward the next formation node.

Earlier, Bai Yu had asked Old Mo to keep watch on these monks, and Old Mo had not merely watched one person.

He had also found the location of another monk.

Old Mo sprang forward, swift as a black arrow in the night.

Bai Yu followed close behind. Listening to the wind howl past his ears, he grew ever calmer.

His easy slaying of Jue Yuan just now had given him a deeper understanding of his own strength.

Dealing with a Third-Rank Martial Artist was like killing a chicken.

Before long, he saw another monk among several graves, clutching a yellow-skinned gourd, forming hand seals and chanting incantations.

This monk was named Jueming, the eldest disciple of Golden Dragon Abbot.

His strength had already reached the Fourth Rank Vein Opening Realm, and he was far more alert than Jue Yuan.

From dozens of meters away, he abruptly rose to his feet, gripping a monk blade as he shouted:

"Jue Yuan? Why are you here?"

"If you ruin the master's plan, he'll skin you alive and make a ritual artifact from your skull."

From afar, he saw Bai Yu carrying a large gourd on his back and assumed he was Jue Yuan, who had recently abandoned his post without leave.

Bai Yu said nothing and rushed forward in quick strides.

When he closed to within a dozen meters, Jueming immediately realized something was wrong. Why did this person have hair?

Yet at that moment, Bai Yu grabbed the gourd on his back and hurled it at him.

Jueming seized his monk blade and slashed down fiercely, cleaving the large gourd in two.

White mist of Killing Intent burst from the gourd, and Jueming could not help but shudder.

Just then, a snow-bright blade light shot from the white mist, aimed straight at Jueming's head.

Jueming instinctively raised his monk blade to block it.

With a clang, sparks flew everywhere as Jueming staggered back more than ten steps.

Pain shot through the web between his thumb and forefinger, and he nearly lost his grip on the monk blade.

"Who is this man? What tremendous strength!!!"

However, Jueming was also a powerful expert who had survived countless bloody battles. With a flick of his sleeve, five golden darts shot toward Bai Yu's major acupoints.

"Arhat Slayer Monk Blade!"

He himself charged fiercely at Bai Yu, his long blade slashing repeatedly and turning into three cold flashes aimed at Bai Yu's head and neck.

Jueming was highly confident. This chain of attacks had slain countless powerful foes.

Hidden weapons in front, long blade behind.

If Bai Yu dodged the golden darts, he would be cut down by the Slayer Monk Blade.

Even a Fifth-Rank Martial Artist would be caught off guard and might well capsize in the gutter.

Yet Bai Yu neither dodged nor evaded, instead charging straight ahead.

Clang clang clang clang clang—

Five successive sounds of metal clashing rang out. The five golden darts struck Bai Yu's body and actually threw off sparks!

The Vajra Iron Shirt Skill at the level of complete mastery allowed Bai Yu to ignore those hidden weapons.

Bai Yu did not defend at all, only attacked with savage force.

The long blade in his hand became a gleaming streak as it swept out horizontally.

Soul Severing Saber Technique, one stroke to sever the head!

Jueming's face instantly changed color in shock!

This man actually possessed an exceptionally profound body-tempering art.

Bai Yu's life-risking style of fighting startled him. He hurriedly changed his move, raising his monk blade vertically to block Bai Yu's horizontal slash.

A clash of metal rang out as Bai Yu's steel saber struck Jueming's monk blade.

A thumb-sized chip appeared in the steel saber, while Jueming's monk blade remained completely unharmed.

Jueming immediately felt greatly reassured.

His monk blade had been forged from deep-sea sunken iron, far beyond any ordinary steel saber.

If this continued, the weapon of the fellow before him would be the first to give out.

Yet Bai Yu turned a blind eye to it. The long blade in his hand became a gleaming streak once more, slashing straight at Jueming!

Each stroke came faster than the last!

Swish swish swish!

After three moves, the steel saber in Bai Yu's hand snapped with a crack.

Jueming was overjoyed. Just as he was about to swing his blade in counterattack, his legs suddenly went weak.

A line of blood appeared across his neck, blood gushing forth in streams.

The next moment, his head rolled to the ground, while blood spurted from his headless corpse.

"What a fast blade!"

That was Jueming's final thought before death.

Bai Yu snorted coldly and began cleaning up the battlefield.

Jueming had over a hundred taels' worth of silver notes on him, but nothing else.

Still, obtaining a fine monk blade considerably improved Bai Yu's combat strength.

Without another word, Bai Yu broke this feng shui formation as well.

By then, the concentration of Killing Intent in the air had dropped by a level.

Only the area around the mortuary remained shrouded in white mist of Killing Intent.

But that mist was also beginning to slowly dissipate.

"Two of the five feng shui formation nodes have been destroyed. They shouldn't be able to form the grand formation again."

"I'll leave the other two nodes alone for now. I need to go help Uncle Jiu at the mortuary first!"

Bai Yu grabbed the monk blade and charged toward the mortuary.

At this time, the refining of the Bronze Armor Corpse in the mortuary had reached its critical stage.

Golden Dragon Abbot muttered incessantly, rapidly forming hand seals and chanting incantations.

Streams of white mist of Killing Intent were drawn by him and poured into Mangzi's corpse.

Mangzi's body swelled ever larger, two fangs grew from the corners of his mouth, and the green hair covering his body began turning brass-colored.

A beastlike roar came from Mangzi's throat, while the savage gleam in his eyes grew fiercer.

At last, he opened his huge mouth and inhaled violently. Like a great whale drawing in water, he sucked the surrounding white mist into his stomach.

Golden Dragon Abbot clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

"The Bronze Armor Corpse is complete. It's time to use Lin Jiu as a sacrifice!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Uncle Jiu and prepared to throw him to the Bronze Armor Corpse.