Chapter 219 - 217: Entering the Field to Slay Corpses
The corpse puppet raised both arms above its head, attempting to block Song Changming’s blade.
However, the flame blade was even more powerful than the Wind Dragon. Swinging down with the speed of sixty thousand catties’ force, it was unstoppable!
Even though this Black eyed Corpse Puppet had a body as sturdy as a monster, under this blade, both its palms were chopped off, the blade descending to the ground.
The Black eyed Corpse Puppet was split in half from the center, head to toe!
Following that, a whip-leg strike was unleashed, thunder light splashing out, exploding on the spot.
Under the terrifying giant strength, another Black eyed Corpse Puppet that lunged from behind was kicked away like a rubber ball, smashing into the mountain body, buried under rocks.
"How can this be!"
On the slope, the short member of the Corpse Refining Sect was astonished by the immense power Song Changming displayed, never expecting that his three trump cards would fail to capture this young man.
One was even killed against him, while two were flung away!
This was unacceptable to him, causing him to scream in frustration.
"Song... Brother..." Liu Yan’Er had initially been worried for Song Changming, but in the blink of an eye, Song Changming broke through the encirclement of the corpse puppets with his powerful strength, leaving her stunned on the spot.
Throughout these years, she knew Song Changming’s strength was immense, after all, the honor of ranking first on the Earth List already spoke volumes.
But now, surrounded by these three powerful corpse puppets, even a Celestial List strongman might not fare well.
Yet Song Changming quickly and cleanly resolved the crisis. This strength exceeded not only her expectations but also those of everyone else.
"Impressive, so strong!" Many disciples and stewards of the Wangyue Pavilion were shocked by Song Changming’s strength witnessing this scene.
"Who is this person? He looks so young; his strength is probably not weaker than some elders in the pavilion!"
"It seems Sister Yan’Er invited this master!"
"Incredible..."
Bang!
The corpse puppet that got kicked away burst out from the rocks, its exaggerated muscles even more swollen than before. Two steps forward, it charged like a high-speed train.
Several Wangyue Pavilion disciples along the way couldn’t dodge in time and were knocked away, unable to stop this rampaging corpse puppet.
It’s not entirely their fault.
The disciples, stewards, and elders with high martial prowess from Wangyue Pavilion were engaged with the strongmen from the Corpse Refining Sect on that mountain.
Down the mountain, there weren’t many experts from Wangyue Pavilion who could match this corpse puppet, or rather, almost none.
That short member of the Corpse Refining Sect was one of the strongmen who came down from the mountain!
The corpse puppet rushed directly at Song Changming, reaching him in an instant.
It punched out, the intense wind pressure twisting this piece of space.
No doubt, if an ordinary martial artist were hit by this punch, they would be turned into minced meat.
Song Changming squinted his eyes, suddenly gripping the Dragon Pattern Saber in his left hand, stepping forward, and swung his right fist in a full circle!
Layer upon layer of strength propelled forward, shooting out a burst of overwhelming wind pressure.
Man and corpse puppet confronted each other head-on, the colliding wind pressures producing a sharp sound of air friction, generating sonic booms.
Boom!
Corpse puppets are notorious for their invincible bodies and formidable strength.
Yet, in this purest contest of power, this corpse puppet was punched straight into the ground by Song Changming!
A crater several meters wide exploded at his feet, ready to bury this corpse puppet once more. Song Changming, however, grabbed it with a big hand, clutching its head and raising it into the air.
Half of the corpse puppet’s arm was already ruined, utterly defeated by Song Changming in this power exchange.
After the contest, Song Changming had no interest in continuing to exert strength with this corpse puppet. One slash sliced through the air.
The corpse puppet’s head was directly chopped off.
In just a few exchanges, two corpse puppets were successively slain.
The remaining corpse puppet, under the control of the Corpse Refining Sect member, decided to retreat promptly to minimize losses.
Yet Song Changming had no intention of letting them go.
Deploying the Flying Thunder Technique, his feet sparked with thunder light, chasing after and taking down the last corpse puppet with two slashes.
In the mountain forest, the Corpse Refining Sect member was scrambling in a panic.
Suddenly, a blade of wind attribute sword qi sliced through swathes of withered wood and vines, pursuing closely from behind.
The Corpse Refining Sect member could only turn and swing his sword to block.
The sword qi burst open, sending the Corpse Refining Sect member rolling twice on the ground. Just as he was about to get up, a long saber shot over, precisely piercing through his abdomen, pinning him to the ground.
The Corpse Refining Sect member screamed in agony, and by this time, Song Changming had already landed in front of him.
"Do you recognize Fan the Ninth?"
"No, I don’t recognize him..."
"That’s really a pity," Song Changming said blandly, as thunder light burst from his raised foot.
Under the terrified gaze of the Corpse Refining Sect members, he stomped down heavily, causing the man’s chest to collapse massively, and he spat blood as his eyes widened before falling silent.
Just as Song Changming was about to retreat, a voice suddenly came from the forest.
"Fan the Ninth, I know him."
Song Changming turned his head and saw a tall, slightly alluring man slowly walking out from among the withered trees.
Behind him, five black-eyed corpse puppets stood like five towering black pillars, their eyes emitting a ghostly glow, resembling soul-reapers from hell.
Undoubtedly, the quality of these five black-eyed corpse puppets was top-grade, their oppressive presence surpassed that of the three he had eliminated.
But if it were merely this, it wouldn’t be enough to make Song Changming take them seriously.
At the man’s other side, a corpse puppet with white hair and white eyes stood out distinctively, most noticeable of all.
Even this corpse puppet made Song Changming truly feel a considerable threat.
Clearly, this Corpse Refining Sect member who came down from the mountain was a strongman within the sect, the kind qualified to participate in the battles on the mountain.
"So, you’re looking for Fan the Ninth?" Ding Yanyun laughed lightly, then continued.
"If you are willing to become my corpse puppet, I could immediately bring you the head of Fan the Ninth that you desire."
Song Changming raised his eyebrows, speaking, "You’re afraid you can’t find his head; I just want to know where his corpse puppet came from?"
"Oh? You want to ask about that?" Ding Yanyun exclaimed.
"He works under me; the materials for his corpse puppet were granted by me, although the quality isn’t superb, it’s still quite decent..."
At this point, he suddenly paused, looking at Song Changming with a half-smile.
"Could it be that the materials for that corpse puppet are related to you, your kin, or your close friends?
That was all so long ago, my friend, let it go, why lament over those who have already died?"
"..." Song Changming remained silent, yet the sword intent within him surged once more.
Ding Yanyun, however, was unfazed, continuing to chat with a laugh, "Though it happened over twenty years ago, I still remember that among those materials, there were two that were too perfect, having the potential to become top-grade green-eyed corpse puppet materials.
And they were blood-related brothers; if refined into corpse puppets together, they could harmonize, unleashing greater combat effectiveness..."
Hearing this, Song Changming’s heart sank, despite his face remaining expressionless, "You refined them into corpse puppets?"
"I indeed wanted to, but back then I was aware; these materials would be wasted in my hands, and they were hot potatoes too.
I handed them over to a sect elder, in exchange for substantial benefits, and supposedly that elder later delivered those two top-grade materials to the main sect in Ancient Abyss Country, gaining more benefits.
As for now, where those materials ended up, whether they were already ruined, that remains unknown."
Ding Yanyun shrugged, shaking his head as if in casual conversation with a friend, unreservedly revealing everything to Song Changming.
In his words, he expressed deep regret for not obtaining those top-grade materials which he had handled.
"Anything else you want to know, I’ll tell you all about it; afterward, when you become my corpse puppet, your spirit and will might harbor less resentment toward me." Ding Yanyun laughed.
Regarding Song Changming, he seemed very confident in his ability to easily subdue him, not minding to chat more with his future corpse puppet.
"Their surname and identity before?" Song Changming narrowed his eyes, too lazy to conceal, directly asking.
"Oh? Could you be related to those materials? Are you their kin? Brothers?" Ding Yanyun seemed intrigued.
If the bloodline was close, perhaps the Song Changming before him was also a top-grade material candidate!
"I remember they were generals of the Da Han vanguard army in their lifetime..." Ding Yanyun said, while carefully observing Song Changming’s expression.
Song Changming’s gaze changed.
As he said this, his heart was already eighty to ninety percent certain.
In the letters sent home previously, it mentioned that his eldest and second brothers had become generals of the vanguard army.
Coupled with the batch of bodies taken along with Song Bao, it was basically beyond doubt!
"It’s been so long that I don’t remember their names, maybe I didn’t investigate thoroughly back then..." Ding Yanyun pondered, unable to provide more information for verification.
But what was said was enough!
Boom!
At this moment, a violent commotion emerged on the mountainside not far away, causing Ding Yanyun to lose interest in continuing the idle chat.
"Go." Ding Yanyun gestured slightly, and the three black-eyed corpse puppets behind him charged forward, straight at Song Changming.
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