Slaying

"Oh? Neither human nor not—have you built a nether prison within your body? Or refined yourself into a special Myriad Souls Corpse?"

Fang Qing held the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow in hand, Sword Intent blazing brilliantly. Looking at the wound on the Yin Corpse Sect Master's cheek, he spoke thoughtfully.

Though they both cultivated [Maiden Earth], the Yin Corpse Sect's Dao arts were clearly different from the Buddhist arts of All Beings Formless Temple.

Yet ultimately, it still made use of [Maiden Earth's] imagery of accumulation and burial.

On the Yin Corpse Sect Master, it served as suppression!

Beneath that bronze mask were sealed who knew how many monster and spirit souls, smelted together in a single furnace—

"And you still want to seek Metal like this?"

He gave a scornful laugh. "I fear you intend to use yourself as the furnace and nurture a formidable ghost god—"

"We lesser cultivators were never meant to entertain such extravagant hopes of seeking Metal. To become an attendant deity beneath my lord's seat is already a bright path of cultivation—"

The Yin Corpse Sect Master lightly brushed his cheek with a hand, and the [Lou Gold] sword wound healed instantly.

"As for you—being both a great [Lou Gold] sword cultivator and having cultivated Mutual Killing—sooner or later, we will have to meet within the Shen Metal Immortal-Binding Prison—"

"Shen Metal Immortal-Binding Prison? A Metal Virtue True Treasure? It sounds like something belonging to the Wu-Yue Sword Pavilion—"

Fang Qing's heart stirred, but he smiled. "What comes later can be discussed later—come again!"

The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow slashed out from his hand, its sword radiance blazing like a white rainbow piercing the sun!

Outside, within the void.

Metal qi surged across the skies, platinum light illuminating all directions, filled with razor-sharp intent.