Zhang Kun's expression could no longer remain steady.
A female corpse at the Dao King level was already difficult enough for him to handle, not to mention that there was now another Dao King-level powerhouse.
He had no time to suppress the female corpse. Pouring out all his strength, he could only deal with the suddenly appearing skeletal spearman first.
He flipped his hand and struck out with another palm. This palm contained the Dao Intent from his entire body.
"Sacred Palm of War!"
A golden palm peeled away from Zhang Kun's body, an extraordinary strike completely evolved through his Dao Intent. This palm had already drawn upon Zhang Kun's true strength as it collided with the skeletal spearman's grudge-laden spear.
Daoist Mohe's face twisted viciously. When his spear struck the Sacred Palm, black qi surged outward at an astonishing speed.
Then, the sinister smile on his face grew even more pronounced, enough to make one's hair stand on end.
Hua Wanru keenly sensed that something was wrong and shouted, "Martial Uncle Zhang Kun, retreat!"
Zhang Kun knew Hua Wanru would not deceive him. Since she had reached this conclusion, she must have calculated it beforehand. He immediately turned and fled backward.
Yet he was still a fraction too late. At the instant he retreated, he felt as though a vicious ghost had possessed his palm and begun tearing into it.
"Aah!" Zhang Kun's entire body convulsed. Black gas rose from his arm as it gradually began to rot.
At the sight, Zhang Kun's scalp went numb. The Sacred Palm he had just unleashed was pierced through by the skeletal spearman in an instant.
Daoist Mohe had actually shattered Zhang Kun's Path of War Dao Intent.
Dao Intent also waxed and waned in strength. It might be strong at this