The roar seemed to issue from the Ninefold Netherworld, striking dread into the hearts of the guards and martial artists present.
Before they could turn to look, a fierce gust came sweeping toward them.
Amid the churning dust, a burly figure clad entirely in iron armor burst forth like a thunderbolt. His pounding feet shook the ground violently, cracking the courtyard's bluestone paving inch by inch.
Countless fine cracks spread like a spiderweb, swiftly reaching beneath the pale-faced man's feet.
"Is this a corpse puppet? It looks rather like a failed product of the Hundred-Forged Corpse Puppet Art..."
The pale-faced man raised an eyebrow, and the smile faded from his face.
He came from an extraordinary background and possessed extensive knowledge. One glance told him that the armored figure bore no trace of a living person's aura, and he swiftly deduced a great deal.
His gaze remained fixed on the charging armored figure, but the corner of his eye turned toward Qinglingzi.
More precisely, toward the bell in Qinglingzi's palm.
The crisp, melodious ringing sounded once again.
Qinglingzi shook the bell, his expression grave.
This armored figure was naturally the Hundred-Poison Corpse Puppet made from Song Yinglong. Since Hong Yuan had taught Qinglingzi how to control him, this was his first actual battle.
Qinglingzi dared not let his attention wander or show the slightest negligence.
Especially since the pale-faced man gave him a sense of extreme danger.
A savage roar rang through the courtyard. Wreathed in vicious, baleful fury, the Hundred-Poison Corpse Puppet bowled over the guards and martial artists blocking his path and landed with a crash before the pale-faced man.
His fist struck like thunder!
The vicious wind tossed the pale-faced man's hair as the force of the punch rushed toward his face, filling his vision in an