(Sigh, I accidentally sent the wrong chapter today. I'll make up for it now. Happy New Year to all fellow Daoists.)
The old man was in midair, and an extremely fierce Killing Intent had already erupted from him, spreading in all directions. In the blink of an eye, it had reached Qin Fengming.
Then, a layer of thick, pitch-black mist surged out from around the old man's body. In an instant, it enveloped him completely. The moment the dense mist appeared, it abruptly contracted and transformed into a layer of dark, glossy armor wrapped around his body.
"Eh? The Corpse Armor Art? You possess the Corpse Fiend Body?"
Facing this transformation, Qin Fengming could not help uttering a soft exclamation. A cry of surprise escaped his lips as well.
"This junior actually has extraordinary knowledge and even recognizes the name of this old man's secret art. Since you know my secret art, kneel obediently and await my judgment. I can still spare your life. Otherwise, once you fall into my hands, I'll make you wish you were dead."
Qin Fengming was of course familiar with the Corpse Armor Art. Kuang Feng possessed this innate divine ability as well, but Kuang Feng's divine ability condensed an even tougher corpse armor, one level higher than the Corpse Armor Art.
Generally speaking, only refined corpses and cultivators with the Corpse Fiend Body could cultivate this innate divine ability. Although Rong Qing had cultivated for ten thousand years as a corpse fiend, he had never practiced this secret art. It was not that Rong Qing did not want to learn it, but rather that this divine ability was innate. For some unknown reason, there was not the slightest record of it in Rong Qing's memories.
Rong Qing had of course asked Kuang Feng about