Perfect Blade Strike

The moment Shen Qian voiced his question, all the marquises present fell deathly silent.

Jiang Chengye... was also a Martial King?!

This news was undoubtedly even harder for them to accept than Han Chi breaking through to Martial King on the spot.

After all, Han Chi had been stuck at the peak of Grand Unity Golden Immortal for many years, only one step away. With a little guidance from the Witch Emperor, his immediate breakthrough was only natural.

But what about Jiang Chengye?

He was only in his thirties, about the same age as the late Marquis Ling Tian, yet he had already seen through the Martial King realm. How absurd was that?!

Shen Qian had already been hailed as the ceiling of humanity's talent. Yet now it seemed Jiang Chengye was not inferior to him in the slightest.

This had no direct connection to his defection to the Witch Clan. The Corpse Carrier secret art itself merely gave his combat strength an enormous boost; it did not mean that becoming a Corpse Carrier would allow one to easily cross that threshold.

Back in ancient times, Wulan, who had been known as the Witch Clan's greatest genius, was who knew how much older than Jiang Chengye when his true age was calculated. Yet he himself had only reached the Mountain Sea Realm.

"The power of causality? Interesting..."

Jiang Chengye, who had been knocked back by Shen Qian, studied him and suddenly chuckled. Then a shrill wail seemed to ring directly beside Shen Qian's ear.

Every hair on Shen Qian's body stood on end. Without a second thought, he turned and blocked. Amid the clang of metal, he split apart with a palm strike the sharp sword formed from the countless strands of the Female Corpse's hair.

Jiang Chengye, carrying the