Clang—
A piercing metallic clang came with a terrifying sonic boom.
Any ordinary person who came too close would have their flesh shattered. Yet the two who had caused such a commotion were completely unaffected. At Gong Cheng's level of strength, the martial energy in his body would automatically ward off external forces without him needing to summon it.
An attack of this magnitude could not even damage his internal organs.
But Gongshu Wu was no longer alive.
He was nothing but bones from head to toe.
His flesh and blood, his five viscera and six bowels—all of it had been offered up as a "sacrifice" to the netherworld the moment he activated his Will of the Martial Artist. Now, martial energy and soil wrapped around his bones.
In a sense, Gongshu Wu no longer had the vital points or weaknesses of a living person. The sonic boom struck his body and raised only a little dust. Even the flames in his eye sockets did not flicker.
Having abandoned his flesh and blood, he had nothing left to fear.
Gongshu Wu had abandoned his usual steady, measured fighting style. Every move he made now was an aggressive exchange: injury for injury, life for life, both sides falling together. As his long saber came down, black blades of light mixed with one phantom skull after another and swept straight for Gong Cheng's face.
He made no attempt to defend himself.
That left Gong Cheng silently cursing his luck.
His second uncle had no restraints and fought like a madman, but Gong Cheng couldn't afford to do the same.
Under this relentless, life-be-damned barrage, Gong Cheng clearly had the advantage in strength and cultivation, yet his opponent had him so thoroughly pinned down that he barely had a chance to strike back.