Lin Feng could tell at a glance that the dead bodies were not protecting the Dharma Seal.
Quite the opposite. Someone had cut off Lord Guan's head in the Temple of Lord Guan and thrown the stitched-together corpses of the Daoists here for one reason alone: to defile the Dharma Seal.
They wanted to use the Evil Thought within the collective will of the living, along with the Daoists' bodies, to defile the magical artifact and dispel its spiritual radiance. Only once it was defiled could the person behind this take control of it.
Against an evil entity like this, attacking its heart—or whatever passed for one—would accomplish nothing.
But Lin Feng felt that both he and the person behind this were determined to obtain the Dharma Seal cradled by all those skeletal hands.
The Young Shrine Attendant gazed at Lord Guan. "He seems to be slightly stronger than you, but you still have a chance. Be quick. If you're faster than the furnace Ding, you win."
Very constructive nonsense.
Still, judging by the young temple keeper's expression, he was perfectly Zhengzhong.
As he spoke, he glanced at Old Zhou again and noticed that Old Zhou seemed about to raise his hand.
Lin Feng did not turn around. "Save that slash for the end."
After successfully advancing, he had examined the two of them again with [Qi-Observing Eye: Fleeting Glimpse].
Their threat levels still ranged from none to extremely high.
Nothing had changed.
That meant Old Zhou's saber skills still posed a threat to him.
Someone like that had to be saved for the most critical moment.
He absolutely could not let him unleash his ultimate move here.
He could still handle the situation before him.
His hand appeared in the distance. With another loose grasp, the Dharma Sword returned