Sparks burst forth.
Qin Shaofeng raised the saber in his hand once more.
In an instant,
his second strike had already fallen.
As a bystander, Ghost Dao could clearly see it.
A deep crack had appeared on the neck of the ghost corpse where Qin Shaofeng's blade struck.
It was clear to see.
In order to maximize its defenses, the ghost corpse had actually concentrated the vast majority of the energy within its body on every vital area.
The neck was the most vulnerable part of a human body.
Since the ghost corpse had been born using his body, it was evidently the same for it. It had turned the neck into its toughest spot.
The power of Qin Shaofeng's strike was no weaker than when he had severed its arm earlier.
Yet the damage it dealt to the ghost corpse was no more than that.
"Clang!"
The second strike finally came down.
What followed was another ear-piercing sound.
Amid the ringing noise,
the ghost corpse, far stronger than Qin Shaofeng, finally turned around at this moment.
Triple Strike was indeed formidable.
Triple Strike required no other techniques to activate, yet it allowed an attack at its maximum power to inflict damage on the enemy in succession.
But it still required time.
Even though that time was incomparably shorter than during a normal execution, it still took some time.
That interval seemed like no more than an instant.
But for a powerhouse like the ghost corpse, it was still an opportunity to exploit.
The moment he raised the final blade of his Triple Strike, the ghost corpse kicked at Qin Shaofeng.
"Watch out!"
Fear had already crept into Ghost Dao's voice as he watched.
How could Qin Shaofeng not know that he needed to be careful?
But there was nothing