"Hehehehe..." The Grave Clan member let out a strange laugh, then suddenly leaped.
His body, spanning twenty li, instantly rose above Fang Yun like a vast bank of dark clouds bearing down on him. At the same time, he released pure Corpse Qi, sealing the space within twenty li and preventing Fang Yun from escaping by any means of spatial movement.
"Little Grave, you're far too hotheaded."
With that, Fang Yun suddenly released his Realm of Family, State, and World. Infused with Withering Force and sacred might, it instantly formed a transparent sphere even larger than the Grave Clan member and knocked him straight into the air.
But faint tremors also appeared across the surface of Fang Yun's Realm of Family, State, and World. It shrank rapidly, then quickly recovered.
"What did you call me?" The Grave Clan member's Divine Sense suddenly seethed with fury, and he leaped at Fang Yun again. This time, however, he did not descend from above. Instead, hundreds of enormous black claws sprouted from his body, stretching continuously like elastic rubber claws as they struck at Fang Yun.
Every enormous claw emitted a piercing shriek, and each was wreathed in Corpse Qi as thick as water. As the hundred claws attacked, ghosts wailed and gods howled.
"Little Grave, of course."
Fang Yun sounded relaxed, but he felt tremendous pressure from those hundreds of enormous claws. It was practically like facing simultaneous claw strikes from over a hundred Emperor Realm beings.
Holding his brush, Fang Yun completed the poem in a single stroke.
Beyond distant Jingmen I sailed, to roam the lands of Chu.
Mountains ended where the plains spread wide; the river flowed into the vast wilderness.
Beneath the moon, a heavenly mirror flew; rising clouds formed towers above the sea.
Still I cherished the