"Once matters here are settled, you can go to Xuansong Mountain and look around."
"This old man's wisp of remnant soul has managed to linger until now. I believe Old Ghost Xuansong has not fallen yet."
"That old fellow once conducted considerable research into the Altar Grand Formation. If you can obtain the relics he left behind, you will be able to study this kind of Altar Grand Formation."
As the ethereal voice finished speaking, light began to flicker over the Altar Grand Formation.
The mummified corpse suppressed at the center of the Altar Grand Formation slowly rose to its feet as well.
"Altar Grand Formation—so this is the true name of this formation?" Qin Shaofeng muttered.
Then, his gaze turned toward the mummified corpse atop the Altar Grand Formation.
"Roar!"
The mummy's restraints grew fewer and fewer.
Accompanied by a roar, its entire body began to tremble violently.
With every shudder, great chunks of flesh like stone fell away, revealing a golden figure within.
"Ghost Corpse Royal Clan?!"
The ethereal voice rang out again, filled with shock.
Qin Shaofeng's expression abruptly changed as well.
An unforeseen accident that even the owner of that ethereal voice had not anticipated was an immense crisis for him.
Yet with matters having come this far, he no longer had any chance to regret it.
"So what if he is royal? His cultivation is merely equal to mine. Even if he truly is a Ghost Corpse King, I will still cut him down!" Qin Shaofeng shouted.
The Ghost Three Slashes battle saber in his hand immediately began to hum.
No!
The reason this Ghost Three Slashes battle saber bore that name—
Qin Shaofeng had not understood it before, but now he understood completely. It was only because of the Ghost Three Slashes battle intent