Corpse Daoist

That was an old man in a grey robe, his face covered in corpse spots, his eyes dull and cloudy.

"Friends from the Demon Suppression Division, we meet again."

The old man's voice was hoarse and dry.

Qian Jing's expression turned extremely grim.

"You are... the Corpse Daoist?"

"Oh? I didn't expect that after so many years, someone still remembers this old man's name."

The Corpse Daoist grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth.

"You young one have some knowledge, unlike those beside you, who probably don't even know who I am."

"Back when I roamed the jianghu, I killed at least eight, if not ten, Earth Ranking powerhouses."

"As for your Demon Suppression Division's Gold Medal Demon Queller Envoys, I've killed countless."

He extended his withered finger and pointed at the coffins in the hall.

"See them? These are all my masterpieces, corpse puppets refined from living people, impervious to blades and spears, resistant to water and fire."

Yuan Le, standing beside him, fawned and shouted, "Master, refine them all into corpse puppets! Avenge my broken arm!"

The Corpse Daoist glanced at him, said nothing, and took out an ancient bronze bell from his robes, shaking it gently.

Ding-a-ling...

A strange ringing echoed through the hall.

Qian Jing, Liu Tianqi, and Jin Wen all felt a wave of dizziness, and the True Qi within them became sluggish.

Thump! Thump-thump!

The more than ten nanmu coffins in the hall began to shake violently, as if something was about to break free from them.

The closest coffin to them had its lid blown off by a tremendous force.

A burly figure slowly stood up from within the coffin.

The figure had pale skin, fangs bared, and wore a set of silver heavy armor, two to three inches thick, completely encasing its body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of explosions followed.

Ten identical silver armored corpse puppets stood up from their respective coffins, approaching the four with heavy steps.

"Attack!"

Qian Jing shouted lowly and made the first move.

His long sword danced, unleashing his perfected Sword Intent to its limit.

"Shadow Splitting Light Sword!"

A brilliant sword light, carrying a sharp whistle that tore through the air, slashed towards the neck of the nearest silver armored corpse puppet.

A piercing clang of metal on metal.

Qian Jing's full-power strike had only left a shallow white mark on the opponent's heavy armor.

Jin Wen also attacked simultaneously. He let out a low roar, condensing Qi on his palms.

"Gold Crushing Palm!"

He firmly planted a palm on the chest of another corpse puppet.

The silver armor only dented slightly, forming a fist-shaped indentation, but the terrifying recoil force made Jin Wen's entire arm go numb.

Liu Tianqi gasped.

"The defense of these things is too monstrous!"

One corpse puppet could suppress a Gold Medal Demon Queller Envoy, and now there were ten of them.

How could they possibly fight this?

"Hahaha!"

The Corpse Daoist behind the window let out a triumphant, wild laugh.

"Each of my silver armored corpse puppets weighs over a thousand pounds, with skin like bronze and bones like iron, possessing immense strength."

"Below the Xiantian realm, no one can break through this heavy armor!"

Qian Jing's expression became extremely grave. He quickly said to Shen Che, "Brother Shen, the three of us will hold off these corpse puppets. You are the strongest, find a way to blast open that iron gate!"

Shen Che, however, shook his head and calmly looked at the Corpse Daoist behind the window.

"There's no need for such trouble."

"The Corpse Daoist shall perish here today."

The Corpse Daoist seemed to have heard the greatest joke in the world, laughing so hard he doubled over.

"You ignorant brat!"

"Kill him! Tear him to shreds!"

Following his command, a Silver Armored Corpse Puppet let out a non-human roar. It strode forward like a charging war machine, hurtling towards Shen Che.

Facing the impact of this thousand-pound force, Shen Che neither dodged nor evaded.

He simply extended his right hand.

Under the horrified gazes of Qian Jing and the other two.

Shen Che, with one hand, casually gripped the Silver Armored Corpse Puppet by the neck.

Its furious charge came to an abrupt halt.

The corpse puppet, weighing over a thousand pounds, was held aloft in mid-air by a single hand, its limbs struggling fruitlessly.

What kind of strength is this?

Shen Che flicked his arm and, as if discarding trash, flung the Silver Armored Corpse Puppet fiercely towards the steel gate.

BOOM!!

A deafening roar.

The heavy steel gate was forcefully dented and deformed inwards, its surface covered in a spiderweb of cracks.

The Silver Armored Corpse Puppet, its bones shattered, slid to the ground like a puddle of mud, no longer moving.

Behind the gate, the Corpse Daoist was thrown to the ground by the immense force, his smile frozen on his face.

He stared blankly at the deformed iron gate, then at Shen Che.

"Trash!"

Enraged, he slammed a palm onto Yuan Le's crown, caving his head into his chest.

"All of you, attack! Kill him!!"

The Corpse Daoist frantically shook the bronze bell in his hand.

The ringing became rapid and sharp, imbued with Qi, causing Qian Jing and the others to feel splitting headaches.

The remaining nine Silver Armored Corpse Puppets' eyes turned blood-red, their auras surging. Their speed and strength increased by a notch as they madly swarmed Shen Che from all directions.

Shen Che stood his ground, slowly retracting his right fist to his waist.

Vajra Zen Fist - Zen Spear!

He threw a punch, his entire arm seemingly transforming into an indestructible golden spear at that moment, piercing forward with an unstoppable momentum.

Pfft! Pfft!

The two Silver Armored Corpse Puppets at the forefront had their thick silver armor on their chests easily pierced as if it were made of paper.

The fist's energy passed through their bodies, shattering their heads as well.

[Absorbed Time Value +1000]

[Absorbed Time Value +1000]

As expected, the Time Value provided by these inanimate objects was significantly less than that of living Demonic Beasts.

Shen Che's mind stirred, and his True Qi surged.

Zen Thunder!

A violent surge of power erupted from him, forcing the surrounding corpse puppets to retreat.

Clang.

The Meteor Thunder Blade was drawn from its sheath.

Shen Che gripped the saber with his backhand, a peerlessly domineering saber aura soaring into the sky.

Behind him, a phantom tiger formed from black malevolent energy roared towards the heavens.

Black Tiger Saber Technique - Tiger Roar!

He slashed horizontally with the saber.

The black saber light was like a crescent of death.

Screech!

Three Silver Armored Corpse Puppets, along with their indestructible heavy armor, were sliced in half.

The Corpse Daoist's expression completely froze.

The bronze skin and iron bones he had spent ten years refining with countless secret methods were... cut down like vegetables?