xymnovel Chapter 317 The Calamity of the Corpse Refining Sect
Chapter 317 The Calamity of the Corpse Refining Sect
three days ago.
Zhongzhou.
A hundred miles outside the gates of the Corpse Refining Sect lies an unnamed, desolate mountain.
Dugu Qiubai stood atop the mountain, his hands behind his back.
Below us stretched a range of rolling mountains.
In the distance, that eerie, gloomy area is the mountain gate of the Corpse Refining Sect.
Dugu Qiubai looked in that direction, a cold smile slightly curving his lips.
Two months ago, he was closest to death.
That corpse immortal is said to be one of the Corpse Refining Sect's trump cards, invincible below the Heavenly Immortal level.
He almost died in that battle.
That thing is truly bizarre; it's indestructible and can't be broken. Even a tiny bit of its corpse aura can corrode flesh.
He risked his life to cut off half of the creature's body and then fled with his sword.
It took two months for the injury to fully heal.
Dugu Qiubai took out a wine flask from his robes and took a swig.
The strong liquor burned my throat like fire.
He put down the wine jug, looked at the Corpse Refining Sect in the distance, and murmured:
"Corpse King... I've heard you're a peak terrestrial immortal, a half-step celestial being? I wonder how many of my sword strikes you can withstand now?"
Dugu Qiubai put away the wine jug and stretched his shoulders.
The injury on my shoulder hasn't fully healed yet.
But so what?
Dugu Qiubai strode down the mountain.
One step, two steps, three steps.
They walked faster and faster, more and more swiftly.
In the end, he transformed into a streak of light and crashed straight into the mountain gate of the Corpse Refining Sect.
……
Corpse Refining Sect.
The mountain gate was tall and constructed entirely of black stone, covered with densely packed runes.
Those runes shimmered with a ghostly green light; they were clearly not anything legitimate.
On either side of the mountain gate stood two rows of disciples, each with a deathly pale face, looking like a corpse.
They were standing there listlessly when they suddenly sensed something flying over from the horizon.
I looked up.
A streak of light drew closer and grew larger.
Before they could even react, the streak of light had already crashed into the mountain gate.
"boom--"
A deafening roar.
The mountain gate was shattered.
It shattered into pieces, with shards flying everywhere and runes exploding.
The disciples on guard duty didn't even have time to scream before they were blasted away, crashing into the buildings behind them and turning into a pile of minced meat.
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure slowly came into focus.
Dugu Qiubai dusted himself off, looked up at the eerie cluster of buildings in front of him, and grinned.
"Corpse King, come out and face your death!"
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly resonated throughout the entire Corpse Refining Sect.
……
Deep within the Corpse Refining Sect, in a grand hall.
The Corpse King was sitting at the head of the table, resting with his eyes closed.
He appeared to be a middle-aged man, dressed in a black robe, with a pale face and sunken eyes, looking like a consumptive.
But the aura emanating from him was terrifying—the pinnacle of terrestrial immortals, just half a step away from becoming a celestial immortal.
He opened his eyes when he heard the shout.
Its eyes are emerald green.
"Dugu Qiubai..."
The Corpse King murmured the name, his expression turning ferocious.
He's been driven crazy by this name for the past few months.
Five branch strongholds, seven corpse-raising grounds, two terrestrial immortal elders, and one corpse immortal.
Everything is ruined.
Everything was ruined by this one person.
He sent men to hunt him down, sending wave after wave, but they all never returned.
He personally took action? It's not that he didn't want to, it's just that every time he was about to set off, that guy would run away, faster than a rabbit.
Now, he's actually come to me of his own accord?
The Corpse King stood up, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"court death."
He took a step and disappeared from the spot.
……
Outside the mountain gate.
Dugu Qiubai stood on the ruins, waiting.
The disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect all around were eyeing them covetously, but none of them dared to make a move.
That collision just now has shattered their courage.
Dugu Qiubai didn't even glance at them, his eyes fixed on the distant mountain peaks.
Suddenly, he smiled.
"They're here."
Before the words were finished, a dark figure descended from the sky and landed on the ruins.
The Corpse Demon stood opposite him, its emerald green eyes fixed on Dugu Qiubai.
The two were no more than ten feet apart.
The air around us seemed to freeze.
The disciples who were surrounding the area instinctively took a few steps back.
The Corpse King spoke, its voice hoarse and shrill:
"Dugu Qiubai, you're courting death."
Dugu Qiubai looked at the corpse demon, sizing it up from head to toe, and then nodded:
"You're the Corpse King? Uglier than I imagined."
The Corpse Demon's face darkened, and he said coldly:
"Dugu Qiubai, do you think that just because you killed a few branch leaders and crippled my Corpse Immortal, you can run wild in my Corpse Refining Sect?"
Dugu Qiubai laughed: "Run wild? I'm here to kill you today."
The Corpse Demon also laughed, a sinister laugh:
"Kill me? You think you can?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand.
Suddenly, the disciples surrounding them screamed in agony.
Their bodies withered away at a visible rate, their blood and essence turning into streaks of red light that surged into the corpse king's body.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of disciples turned into dried corpses.
The aura of the Corpse King surged dramatically.
He looked at Dugu Qiubai and said smugly:
"This is a secret technique of my Corpse Refining Sect: Blood Sacrifice. As long as I have enough offerings, I can increase my power indefinitely. What do you have to fight me with?"
Dugu Qiubai looked at the Corpse King and sighed.
"You know what? What I hate most are people like you who treat human lives like they're nothing."
Having said that, he took a step forward.
Just one step.
But once that step was taken, his entire demeanor changed dramatically.
Just a moment ago he was an ordinary middle-aged man, but now he has become a sword.
A sword with its sharp edge fully exposed, invincible.
Immediately afterwards, a piece of broken wood flew up from the ruins and landed in Dugu Qiubai's hands.
It was just an ordinary piece of wood, a fragment of the mountain gate that he had smashed.
But the moment it fell into Dugu Qiubai's hands, the broken piece of wood suddenly lit up.
It shines like a peerless divine sword.
Dugu Qiubai held the broken piece of wood, looked at the corpse demon, and said calmly:
"Come."
The Corpse King's eyes were gloomy. He formed a hand seal, and a surge of corpse energy erupted from behind him, transforming into a giant ghost claw that reached out to grab Dugu Qiubai.
Wherever the ghostly claw passed, the air corroded, making a sizzling sound.
Dugu Qiubai stood still, motionless.
Just as the ghostly claw was about to strike, he raised his hand and swung it out.
The broken piece of wood floated lightly through the air.
Then, the demon claw shattered.
It was shattered completely, as if it had never existed.
The corpse's pupils contracted, and it waved its hands repeatedly.
The corpse energy surged and transformed into countless ghostly figures, overwhelming and rushing towards Dugu Qiubai.
Dugu Qiubai remained standing in the same spot.
He simply swung the broken piece of wood once, twice, three times.
Each strike was light and effortless, like swatting away mosquitoes.
But those ghostly figures vanished instantly upon touching the light of the broken wood.
The corpse demon's expression grew increasingly grim.
He gritted his teeth and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The essence and blood exploded in the air, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
The blood mist surged and finally condensed into a huge figure, ten feet tall, surrounded by corpse energy and exuding a suffocating pressure.
This is the ultimate technique of the Corpse Refining Sect—the Corpse King Body.
With the cultivation level of the Corpse Demon, it was no less powerful than that of the Corpse Immortal, and perhaps even stronger.
The Corpse Demon looked down at Dugu Qiubai, opened its huge mouth, and let out a deafening roar.
The roar turned into a gale, blowing the rubble and stones from the ruins everywhere.
Dugu Qiubai's robes fluttered in the wind, but he remained completely still.
He looked up at the enormous body and let out a disdainful laugh:
"this one?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and tossed the broken piece of wood into the air.
The broken log hung in mid-air, radiating brilliant light.
The next moment, the broken wood transformed into a streak of light, shooting straight towards the corpse king.
Its speed was astonishing; the Corpse King had no time to dodge.
"boom--"
The broken log struck the giant and exploded.
It was fried to pieces.
The giant was blasted back a step, a large hole blasted in his chest, but it was quickly filled with the aura of death.
The Corpse Demon looked down at the small figure and roared again.
Dugu Qiubai did not look at him.
He looked down at his hands.
His hands were empty.
That piece of wood from before has been blown away.
The Corpse Demon laughed triumphantly: "Dugu Qiubai, without your sword, how can you fight?"
Dugu Qiubai remained calm, raised his hand, and pointed his fingers like a sword at the Corpse King.
"Who says I don't have a sword?"