He had run into an unidentified Seventh Grade Sovereign blocking his way.
Judging by that sky-darkening aura of yin and his neither-human-nor-ghost appearance, there was no need to guess. He was most likely a powerhouse from the Corpse Demon Sect.
"I'll give you three breaths. Get down here. I don't like looking up when I talk to people."
Mu Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
"If you were with an army, I'd still show you some respect. But all alone..."
Corpse Spirit King let out two cold laughs, his voice dripping with contempt.
He had secretly watched Mu Chen lead five thousand Jiu You Guards, whose might rivaled a Seventh Grade Sovereign, as they swept all before them—killing gods if gods stood in their way, killing Buddhas if Buddhas stood in their way. So he had no choice but to avoid Mu Chen's锋芒.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited until Mu Chen had left the army before appearing to ambush him.
Without Battle Will bolstering him, Mu Chen posed no threat at all.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
Mu Chen seemed not to notice the gap between them and began counting down.
"There is no three, brat. Die!"
Corpse Spirit King moved, leaping down from the top of the building. Like a phantom, he appeared in front of Mu Chen and struck out with a palm, sending billowing clouds of yin-fiendish mist straight at his face.
A mere late-stage Fifth Grade Sovereign—Corpse Spirit King could slaughter one like butchering livestock.
Huh? Corpse Spirit King's expression suddenly changed.
A long, slender hand had clamped around his wrist like a pair of iron pincers, dispersing the impact of the yin-fiendish mist and stopping him dead.
The next moment, a terrifying force surged through his wrist and into his body, rampaging