Surrounded by a horde of corpse fiends, the towering figure stood as solid as a mountain.
Feng Yang watched the scene before him, feeling as if his Dao heart were on the verge of collapse.
He prided himself on possessing outstanding talent. After joining Qingfeng Mountain, he had reached the third level of the Qi Refining stage in just five years.
Among disciples of his generation, he could be considered an exceptional figure.
Otherwise, his master would never have bestowed a magical sword upon him for self-defense.
But watching Kong Wu slaughter everything in his path, he began to doubt the meaning of cultivation.
Master... I want to learn this.
His master might say that he couldn't do it either.
Feng Yang sighed.
He had some understanding of the cultivation methods of body cultivators.
But he had never heard of a body cultivator in the Qi Refining stage being able to withstand a corpse fiend's attacks with his flesh alone.
Kong Wu's body was already harder than mundane iron.
How exactly had he managed this?
Before he could figure out the answer, Feng Yang noticed Kong Wu let out an impatient snort and began brandishing that outrageously long saber.
A storm appeared around Kong Wu.
The corpse fiends caught in it had their sturdy bodies effortlessly sliced apart by the wind blades.
As a favored disciple of Qingfeng Mountain, Feng Yang immediately understood the principle behind Kong Wu's move.
Using a sharp weapon and air pressure to cause damage required strength that cultivators in the mid or late Qi Refining stage could actually achieve.
But not a single cultivator could do it to Kong Wu's extent.
Cultivators were stronger than ordinary people because of the amplification provided by the True Qi within their bodies.
However, their physical strength could not support prolonged bursts of power.
"Congratulations. You killed 'Corpse Fiend A' and obtained 2 free attribute points." "Congratulations. You killed..."
As the system's notification rang out in his mind, Kong Wu stopped moving.
The ground around him was covered in severed limbs.
Kong Wu Life: 102 Strength: 11 Skills: None Free Attribute Points: 9.6 Special Attribute Points: None
After dealing with all the corpse fiends, he had obtained a total of 9.6 free attribute points.
It was an abundant harvest.
Kong Wu cast a lingering glance at the silent graveyard, intensely wishing that another eighty or a hundred corpse fiends would leap out of it.
When Feng Yang saw that the battle had ended, a trace of respect entered his voice as he said, "Constable Kong, since we've dealt with these corpse fiends, we'd better leave quickly. There might be evil cultivators behind them, and that's not something we can handle."
Although Kong Wu had dealt with the corpse fiends as easily as chopping vegetables, Feng Yang still felt that he could not handle the evil cultivator behind the scenes.
An evil cultivator capable of refining corpse fiends was nothing like these mindless corpse fiends, which could only rely on recklessly charging in with their physical bodies.
Even a cultivator like him, who was in the early Qi Refining stage, possessed various methods of dealing with enemies. An evil cultivator who was at least in the mid Qi Refining stage would certainly have even more methods.
Kong Wu could not deal with those cultivators by relying on his physical abilities alone.
After Feng Yang finished speaking, he saw Kong Wu turn his head away and look to the side.
"We're too late. It's already here."
"What?" Feng Yang froze for a moment before instinctively following Kong Wu's gaze.
The woods not far away were silent, without the slightest movement.
Feng Yang obediently watched for a while but found nothing unusual. Just as he was about to ask, he saw Kong Wu seriously looking upward.
He hurriedly turned his head and saw two figures appear at the tops of two tall trees, no one knew when.
Under the moonlight, he could see that they wore azure Daoist robes and had short, skinny frames.
Before Feng Yang could react, the two figures had already leaped down from the trees.
"Un... invited..."
"Kill... them..."
Hoarse, indistinct sounds came from them.
Feng Yang's face instantly turned deathly pale.
Under the moonlight, two Daoist youths with bronze-colored faces stood before them.
"Bronze corpses..."
Feng Yang's voice trembled, and the long sword in his hand nearly slipped to the ground.
Looking at their black pupils, which possessed a trace of intelligence, Feng Yang said with a bitter smile, "To think I could actually see bronze corpses in Qingshan County... I can die without regrets now..."
The instant he saw the two Daoist youths, all hope had drained from him. He felt that he would never make it out of White Cloud Temple alive.
Unlike ordinary corpse fiends, refining a bronze corpse was far more complicated.
One had to choose a person with a specific birth date and time, fuse in several rare weapon-refining materials, then refine the corpse for at least a year in a place rich in Yin energy before it could be successfully created.
At first, bronze corpses refined this way were not much stronger than ordinary corpse fiends.
Their special quality lay in the fact that bronze corpses were born with growth-capable intelligence. They could also circulate the cultivation technique they had practiced in life and grow stronger without cease.
They already counted as another form of intelligent life. Moreover, compared with cultivators, bronze corpses had no bottleneck. As long as they had enough time, they could keep advancing all the way to the realm of a flying drought fiend.
They were creatures capable of reaching the divine realm.
The only good news was that these two bronze corpses had not been refined very long ago.
Kong Wu saw Feng Yang's reaction.
He understood why Feng Yang looked so desperate.
Bronze Corpse—Bai Chun Life: 159 Strength: 15 Skills: Bronze Skin, Berserk Technique, Asura Corpse Scripture (Incomplete) Bronze Corpse—Bai Yuan Life: 168 Strength: 16 Skills: Bronze Skin, Berserk Technique, Asura Corpse Scripture (Incomplete)
Compared with the corpse fiends from before, who had not even been worthy of names, these two small bronze corpses had much more prestige.
With 16 points of Strength, they could completely kill the current Kong Wu in an instant.
Yet there was not the slightest trace of panic on Kong Wu's face, only a hint of regret.
He had not expected to have to use the attribute points he had just obtained so soon.
"System, assign the points!"
With that thought, Kong Wu walked out.
Feng Yang, his heart in turmoil, saw Kong Wu's burly back suddenly appear in front of him and instinctively tried to call out to him.
But in the next moment, he stood rooted to the spot.
As Kong Wu advanced step by step, a frightening aura suddenly radiated from his body.
On his bare back, his muscles writhed incessantly. Accompanied by a series of cracking sounds, Kong Wu's body suddenly shot upward.
Water vapor slowly rose from his bronze-colored skin.
Boom, boom, boom!
His powerful heartbeat reverberated through the night sky, as if some ferocious demonic beast were awakening.
Boom!
Kong Wu stomped one foot down, and several cracks appeared directly in the ground.
He spread his thick arms wide, a "kind" smile at the corners of his mouth, and spoke in a resonant voice.
"I hope you two can give me more fun."
Kong Wu Life: 102 Strength: 20.6 Skills: None Free Attribute Points: None Special Attribute Points: None
He had assigned all his remaining free attribute points to Strength.
After clenching his fists and feeling the blood boiling within his body, Kong Wu felt that he was now like a volcano, containing an endless wellspring of power.
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