Half a day later.
Chen Changming and Du Xiaoliang, who were hunting on Wuyuan Island, had killed more than twenty Level Eight Beasts. They were only a few short of their goal of sixty in total.
"Chen Shan, so you're here. You really were hard to find..."
A familiar voice suddenly rang out from a distant valley.
Yin Spirit Child?
Chen Changming raised a brow, delight stirring in his heart.
Yin Spirit Child had failed to kill him with the first batch of Yin Corpse Puppet Bodies and was naturally unwilling to accept that. So he had sent a second wave of stronger Yin Corpse Puppet Bodies?
It seemed—
His decision to use the Pure Yang Sword Art to draw aggro back then had been the right one.
Yin Spirit Child hated the people of Extreme Yang Island to the bone. Now that he had spotted him, an "Extreme Yang Island disciple," alone on Wuyuan Island, how could he possibly give up the chance to kill him?
Killing him would, first, give Gongsun Ming an explanation, and second, vent the resentment in his heart!
Chen Changming believed Yin Spirit Child would not pass up such a win-win deal.
"Xiaoliang, the Yin Corpse Puppet Bodies are here again."
Chen Changming smiled at Du Xiaoliang and said gently, "I'll go meet them. Just wait here."
"Be careful."
Du Xiaoliang nodded and reminded him.
Chen Changming teleported, appearing in the valley where the voice had come from.
Ten men clad in gray robes and wearing conical hats stood silently in the valley.
With a flick of Chen Changming's hand, a sword appeared out of thin air.
He spread out his immense divine sense and scanned the surroundings, yet failed to find Yin Spirit Child's true body.
"These Yin Corpse Puppet Bodies are easy