The aftermath of chaos swept in all directions, and everyone had been intimidated by the Corpse King.
Yet this brief stalemate gave Xu Zixiao a chance to strike.
Without hesitation, he flashed forward, transforming into a streak of purple light. Shielded by the bone fragments and Killing Intent filling the sky, he shot toward the peak of the Corpse King's Tomb Mound like an arrow loosed from the bowstring.
As a Spirit Plant Puppet, his aura blended with the vegetation of heaven and earth. Now that he had suppressed every fluctuation, he actually managed to forcibly conceal his tracks amid this chaos.
In the blink of an eye, Xu Zixiao passed through the formation of Nascent Soul Cultivators and came within several dozen zhang of the Corpse King Sword embedded atop the tomb mound.
However, he had forgotten.
All those present were Spirit Transformation experts and Demon Emperors who had lived for ten thousand years. Even while fully dealing with the Corpse King's counterattack, their Divine Sense had sealed off the entire tomb-mound region without a crack to slip through.
Not even a fly could escape their formidable perception.
Thus, the moment Xu Zixiao moved, he was instantly locked onto.
"Hm?"
Hu Shang caught sight of that purple streak from the corner of his eye. A trace of mockery flashed through his narrow eyes as he sneered, "Where did this ant come from, daring to covet the Corpse King Sword?"
"What a fool who did not know whether he lived or died!"
Cang Xuan swept his thunderous gaze over Xu Zixiao and said disdainfully, "A mere Nascent Soul Cultivator thinks he can touch the Corpse Baleful Sword?"
"I fear that the instant he touches the sword tassel, his soul will be gnawed away and turned into nourishment for the sword!"