Don't Rush, You're Next

But it felt no pain. The broken blade kept chopping down.

Chen Changqing did not take it head-on. With a twist of his body, the Heavenly Thunder Sword slashed at the corpse puppet's waist and abdomen.

Lightning entered its body, and crackling sounds rang out from within the corpse puppet.

The half-step True Lord carrying the coffin's expression changed slightly.

"Lightning techniques counter corpses!"

Chen Changqing pulled back his sword and slashed again in the same motion.

"You only just noticed?"

After three strikes, the headless corpse puppet was cleaved into two.

The black coffin trembled, and the half-step True Lord carrying it let out a muffled grunt, clearly suffering the backlash.

The half-step True Lord holding the banner seized the opportunity. From behind, he swept the soul banner over, trying to draw Chen Changqing into it.

The sound of the Immortal Burial Qin suddenly rose sharply.

The half-step True Lord holding the banner's head swayed.

Chen Changqing struck back with his sword.

A gash was cut into the soul banner.

Several hundred vengeful souls spilled out, darting wildly through the air.

"My Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

The half-step True Lord holding the banner roared in fury.

Chen Changqing casually chopped again.

"Not anymore."

The soul banner split open once more.

The half-step True Lord holding the banner hurriedly withdrew it, but it was already too late.

The Dragon Pattern Sky-Splitting Spear shot through from the side, its tip stabbing beneath his ribs.

Just as he tried to retreat, the Haotian Hammer incarnation flung aside the black coffin and smashed into his back with one blow.

Bang!

The half-step True Lord holding the banner was sent flying, crashing through an array pillar.

Chen Changqing pursued him, the Heavenly Thunder Sword thrusting straight at his brow.

The half-step True Lord carrying