Hu Xiaotian moved swiftly, but before he could escape the cave, a black shadow blocked his way. With a shake of both hands, his opponent sent a pair of black Spiral Spikes straight toward his chest, their howls like the wailing of ghosts and gods.
Before the Spiral Spikes reached him, two wildly rotating streams of spiral force tore through the air ahead of them.
Hu Xiaotian was startled. His extraordinary eyesight allowed him to see in the dark, and he had already recognized the opponent blocking his path as Black Corpse. He distinctly remembered draining every last drop of Black Corpse's internal power. He had assumed that even if the man had survived, he would surely have been left crippled. Yet not only had Black Corpse reappeared in the Central Plains, his martial arts seemed even stronger than before.
Hu Xiaotian abruptly shot upward, pressing his back against the cave ceiling. As he dodged the Spiral Spikes, he drew the rust-covered Greatsword from his back and plunged down without a moment's pause. Raising the Greatsword from his commanding height, he greeted the top of Black Corpse's head with an utterly ordinary Cleave Mount Hua.
Black Corpse crossed his Spiral Spikes to meet the Greatsword. Clang! The tremendous clash of weapons was amplified several times over by the cave, making it all the more piercing.
Black Corpse had clearly underestimated Hu Xiaotian's strength. Under that full-force slash, his body sank, and the rock beneath his feet cracked, unable to withstand the immense force. With a shrill howl, White Corpse raised her claws, which gleamed with an eerie blue light. Swish! She swept them toward Hu Xiaotian's back. She had spent decades of bitter effort training her hands, and her claws were sharp enough to tear tigers and wolves apart.
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