As the group fought the Blood Corpse, their punches blasted deep craters into the ground, and their palm strikes sent shock waves rippling out, threatening to whip up huge waves in the Qishui.
The onlookers were dumbfounded.
They were all C-Class, so why were these people so powerful?
Even Jiang Chen could not help marveling after watching for a moment.
The Martial Sect's techniques truly were extraordinary. Some of the most orthodox secret Ancient Martial Arts techniques had outrageously destructive power.
Iron Sand Palm, for instance, transformed the entire hand into molten iron heated to several thousand degrees. When it struck, even the Blood Corpse was blasted open.
There was also peerless Astral Force. A single thrust of a finger was more terrifying than a small artillery shell.
But the female ghost was monstrous, too.
Bloody mist swirled around her wounds, quickly piecing together new flesh and restoring her completely. Her aura even grew more vicious.
She did not possess all manner of bizarre abilities like other ghosts.
Instead, she seemed to have regressed from a human into a beast, losing all reason while gaining a horrifying body and terrifying powers of recovery.
This was pure strength!
It defied all reason. No matter how varied your techniques or how profound your cultivation methods, if you lacked sufficient strength, she would tear you apart alive!
The battle was bloody and brutal.
Yet the onlookers only watched briefly before turning their attention elsewhere, because an even more staggering battle was taking place nearby.
By comparison, the fight between the four Martial Sect Disciples and the Blood Corpse was child's play.
Of the two combatants...
One was Jiang Hongyu, with her wheat-colored skin and lithe, cheetah-like figure.
The other was a young child, around five or six years old, with a bizarre appearance.