"Can't hurt you?"
A glacial gleam flashed through Qin Shaofeng's eyes, carrying a faint trace of amusement.
Could something impossible truly happen to him?
What a joke.
He had indeed never fought a Ghost Corpse King across such a vast gap in cultivation, but he had Ximen Lingzhong's example before him.
Ximen Lingzhong had been able to kill a Ghost Corpse King across levels.
Even though Ximen Lingzhong had never displayed it, Qin Shaofeng could guess that Ximen Lingzhong had at least reached Silver Ghost Mark.
He could even imagine that Ximen Lingzhong might have been only one final Ghost Corpse Race peak existence away from Gold Ghost Mark.
Since Ximen Lingzhong could do it, why couldn't he?
As this thought ran through his mind,
the attack in his hand had already slashed toward the Ghost Corpse King's head.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Three successive collisions rang out. As sparks flew, he could faintly sense the Ghost Corpse King's body trembling slightly several times.
The next moment,
a roar filled with fury erupted from the Ghost Corpse King's mouth.
"Roar!"
That sound alone made everyone's eyes light up.
Everyone knew clearly
that even after Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er had attacked the Ghost Corpse King for so long, she had never made it let out such a cry.
That roar proved that Qin Shaofeng had injured the Ghost Corpse King.
Even if that injury was so slight that it could practically be ignored, it still allowed them to see hope.
"Well done. We'll hold this bastard down tightly. Leave everything else to you," Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er said, overjoyed.
She knew the Ghost Corpse King better than anyone.
Or perhaps, that was only on the surface.
The Ghost Corpse King appeared uninjured, but that roar had already proven that its injuries were