Chen Mu's strike fell, but to his surprise, Li Wangchen neither dodged nor defended.
"Why the hurry, fellow cultivator? Fate will bring us together again."
As he laughed, Chen Mu's blade flashed through the Daoist's body.
A spray of blood burst from the spot, and the Daoist exploded into scraps of flesh.
The flesh gathered in midair and sprouted black feathers.
In the blink of an eye, it became a sky full of ravens with tiny scarlet eyes. They beat their wings and scattered into the snowy wind.
Chen Mu stood alone on the road, watching the Daoist escape by this strange means. For a moment, he felt at a loss.
Can't he be killed?
He sheathed his blade and frowned.
In that lightning-quick exchange, he had felt his blade strike the Human Corpse Li Wangchen.
But that body seemed to have been pieced together from flesh in the first place, able to scatter and gather at will.
Now it had turned into a sky full of ravens and flown away.
Unless Chen Mu could destroy every one of those densely packed birds in a single blow, grinding even the smallest scraps of flesh to dust,
the wretch could flee unharmed, devour fresh flesh, and form a new body.
It took Chen Mu only moments to see through the Human Corpse's trick.
But he had no time to give chase.
They were too close to the Azure Sun Temple. The Heaven Corpse and Human Corpse had come to intercept him, and the Demon Sect might well be involved.
Chen Mu dared not delay. He summoned Qishan, left the road, and headed straight for Fallen Phoenix Slope.
The wind and snow grew fiercer along the way.
Qishan had been injured earlier. The Heaven Corpse Daoist's methods were sinister, and the Corpse