The banquet hall.
When Fang Qingyu slowly emerged from the darkness.
Not far away, Qi Hao, who was frowning as he protected Lin Wanqing, saw this.
"Qingzi, don't go!!" he hurriedly shouted.
Ma Zhe and the others were dragging Yuan Jie backward.
Hearing Qi Hao's voice, they immediately looked toward the figure as well.
"What's he trying to do? Is he looking to die?"
Although they were still gripped by terror, everyone couldn't help wondering.
Only Yuan Jie's eyes revealed a glimmer of hope.
Fang Qingyu ignored Qi Hao's shout and walked behind the corpse.
He touched the ground with the tip of his foot, and his entire body shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.
His fist, wrapped in an explosive boom, slammed into the beast-faced breastplate. Baji Quan, carrying Dragon-Tiger Force, struck it like a blow against a thousand-jun bronze bell.
Bang—
The corpse, which had been gnawing on a body, didn't react in time at all.
It turned into a shadow and crashed into the wall in the distance.
That distance.
It had to have been sent flying over a hundred meters.
"Gah."
The corpse seemed drunk.
It swayed as it climbed to its feet, making unintelligible noises.
But Fang Qingyu gave it no time to react.
Before it could fully stand, the Ding Xin Elbow had already smashed into the corpse's breastplate.
The instant the Ding Xin Elbow struck the breastplate, golden and silver patterns suddenly spread from his neck to his elbow. His entire right arm glowed gold in the darkness.
Crack!
The bronze surface split like a spiderweb, and the corpse's chest visibly caved in three inches.
But the corpse wasn't knocked flying.
Instead, it promptly clamped its withered five fingers around Fang Qingyu's shoulder like iron pincers.
Foul, rotten stench rushed