At the thought of that name, Wen Yan shuddered again.
Wasn't he at the Setting Sun Sect, ten thousand miles away? How could he appear here?
Impossible, this was absolutely impossible!
Wen Yan began screaming frantically inside, yet he dared not utter a single word.
For that streak of Sword Light had already come within a hundred miles of him.
Just as terror filled his heart, the Corpse Ancestor nearby suddenly erupted with terrifying corpse qi.
This supreme expert, who had once swept through numerous Spirit Transformation Ancestors, now had his features twisted to the utmost by extreme rage.
Shrouded in corpse qi that filled the sky, he threw back his head and roared:
"Xu Changxing! How dare you be so arrogant!
"You stand ten thousand miles away, yet you think a single streak of Sword Light can take my life?
"Do you truly think I'm an ant you can kill at will?"
Amid those heart-rending roars, pitch-black scales grew all over his body. The corpse qi filling the sky seemed to boil, instantly tainting every mountain within dozens of miles.
A storm condensed from corpse qi howled toward the meteor overhead.
Yet no matter how furiously the Corpse Ancestor raged, that meteor-like streak of Sword Light remained utterly unaffected.
It was as though that streak of Sword Light did not exist between heaven and earth.
The Greenwood Sword passed effortlessly through the raging tide of corpse qi, sliced through the Corpse Ancestor's scales, and extinguished every trace of life within him.
The corpse qi storm came to an abrupt halt.
Under Wen Yan's terrified gaze, the Flying Sword circled the Corpse Ancestor once more, then vanished into the horizon without a backward glance.
Yet the Corpse Ancestor's demonic body, which could withstand a Spirit Transformation magic artifact head-on, seemed