Xuanming Cult

The old man in black's face twisted grotesquely.

He was known as Old Ghost Black Mountain, an elder of the Xuanming Cult.

With the Xuanming Cult's name sheltering him, wherever he went, wasn't he free to throw his weight around and be feared by others?

Yet today, he had encountered someone unafraid of death, someone who dared to mock him to his face.

Intolerable!

"Boy, you brought this upon yourself!" Old Ghost Black Mountain no longer wasted words. He directly ordered the Walking Corpses under his command to move and pounce on Han Wu.

Han Wu commanded his two soul bodies into battle.

Since they were the first two subordinates he had gained in the Divine Weapon Civilization, Han Wu had specially given them names.

The soul body of Zhang Mazi, the First Boss, wielded a saber and was called A'da.

The soul body of the Second Boss used a feather fan and was called A'er.

A'da swung his saber, confronting the Walking Corpses head-on. A'er stood before Han Wu, lightly waving his feather fan and sending Wind Blades slicing into the Walking Corpses.

Some Walking Corpses had their arms severed.

Yet the Walking Corpses still lunged at A'da without a care, and even without arms, they could still bite with their teeth.

This move was highly effective against ordinary people, but A'da was a soul body. When the Walking Corpses pounced on him, they were destined to grasp empty air.

But there were simply too many Walking Corpses. Seeing that A'da and A'er could not hold them all back, Han Wu made his move.

He hurled an Exploding Locust Blade into the approaching horde of Walking Corpses.

With a thunderous boom, the Exploding Locust Blade detonated.

Several Walking Corpses were blown to pieces on the spot, no longer able