The King's Dignity

Clang, clang, clang, clang...

A dense string of sounds rang out, like rain drumming on banana leaves, the slashes making the Iron Corpse Commander's body shudder wildly. Wounds appeared one after another, shallow at first and then deepening, flesh and blood curling back.

The Iron Corpse Commander's body had only just flown up and shifted ten zhang sideways, yet he still could not shake off those sharp, storm-like slashes.

"Roar!"

He opened his mouth and bellowed, Corpse Qi surging around him. He punched out, piercing through layer upon layer of blade curtains and smashing straight toward Lan Ziyi.

Clang...

Another sound rang out. Lan Ziyi crossed her twin sabers before her and precisely blocked the blow, yet she was still forced back by a savage force.

Just then, warning bells blared in the Iron Corpse Commander's heart. An intense sense of crisis churned like boiling water in his Sea of Consciousness. He turned to look to the side and saw Lu Ye, who had previously launched a sneak attack and driven him back with one slash, now standing not far away with legs planted wide, holding his saber in one hand. His sharp gaze stabbed into him like a sword, and the power of his entire body poured madly into the long saber in his hand, causing flames to roll over the Dharma Artifact-level Crag Mountain Saber as though it had caught fire.

With one glance, the Iron Corpse Commander could tell that Lu Ye was gathering momentum.

The next slash he unleashed would surely have earth-shaking power.

The Iron Corpse Commander did not panic. No matter how powerful this slash was, it still had to hit him. Right now, Lu Ye was in the middle of gathering momentum, Lan Ziyi had been forced back by him, and the remaining