Clang clang clang clang!
Lu Ren charged before Wang Qianchi and unleashed several consecutive sword strikes, blasting Wang Qianchi back again and again.
Yet Wang Qianchi felt incomparably stifled. He had kept his cultivation hidden all along and disguised himself as a good-for-nothing precisely because he wanted to escape the Lost Soul Clan's control.
Within the Lost Soul Clan, several factions wanted to capture him. Everyone wanted to make him their puppet clan chief. All he could do was conceal his cultivation, seek an opportunity to break free from those factions' control, then personally return to the Lost Soul Clan and ascend to the position of clan chief.
He had thought his plan had succeeded, but he had never expected to encounter such a formidable Martial Artist.
He was a true God King. He had even cultivated the Death Divine Rule and condensed the Death Law Domain. Within his domain, he was the true ruler.
Yet now, within his own domain, he was being ruthlessly suppressed—suppressed by a Divine Venerable.
"Tomb King True Body!"
Lu Ren shouted lowly. One hundred million great tombs within his body roared to life, transforming into a towering four-armed form. Each of the four arms wielded a different weapon, while twelve divine tombstone tablets emerged behind him.
"Who are you? Who exactly are you?"
Wang Qianchi's face darkened as he said in shock, "Such terrifying suppressive force! The divine power within my body has actually been suppressed until even its circulation has slowed!"
"I am merely a Martial Artist of Fanyin Mansion!"
Lu Ren moved and attacked once more.
Wang Qianchi was, after all, a God King. To avoid unforeseen complications, Lu Ren unleashed his strongest Tomb King True Body, intending to suppress Wang Qianchi directly.
At the same time, the various weapons and magical