Chapter 1759: Supreme Elder vs White Forehead Corpse King

"Bang." Supreme Elder looked shocked at the White Forehead Corpse King; his attack had no effect.

Corpse qi wrapped around his palms; his hands were comparable to spiritual artifacts, yet they could not break the White Forehead Corpse King's defense—that body, that defense, was not that of a human, but……

"You refined yourself into a zombie? You fused with your zombie?" Supreme Elder stared in disbelief at the White Forehead Corpse King.

This sect master is a ruthless figure of the Corpse Refining Sect and also a genius with extraordinary talent; back then, he became sect master precisely because of his strong talent—it's unexpected that over these years he hasn't done nothing, but instead directly fused himself with his zombie.

Becoming a corpse king that fused zombie and human, he possessed a zombie's body and formidable defense, feeling no pain or fatigue, while retaining human consciousness and soul; anyone capable of this is…… a genius among geniuses, or could be called a madman.

Such methods are not uncommon in the Corpse Refining Sect, yet no one could achieve the same seamless fusion as him.

The golden-armored corpse has a strong body and strong defense, but he was originally a zombie, born with consciousness from a zombie and then devoured his master; he is different—Bai Zhongsheng is a human who mastered his body, mastering everything.

How strong and resolute must a human soul be to resist the zombie's inner resentment and corpse qi? Basically, it's impossible; over countless years, many have succeeded in this Corpse Refining Sect's secret art, yet without exception they cannot cultivate to the Dao Realm—once they reach the Dao Realm, the zombie's inner resentment and corpse qi erupt.

It directly shatters the soul, shatters everything, and no one can withstand it.

Therefore, this secret art is extremely dangerous; practitioners of the Corpse Refining Sect would not lightly attempt it—even if one wishes to become a zombie, it is like the Second Corpse General: transform the flesh into a zombie and begin cultivation anew from the zombie state, thus gaining control over oneself.

The White Forehead Corpse King's method is different—extremely risky and profoundly defiant of heaven.

"Not bad, not unworthy of a Supreme Elder—your vision is excellent." White Forehead Corpse King Bai Zhongsheng said with a smile.

He stepped forward, utterly unafraid of the Supreme Elder, not taking him seriously at all; his formidable defense was that of a corpse king's body, which a human body cannot compare to.

"Supreme Elder, you have just awakened, your strength is a mere tenth—there's no way you could be my match; even at your peak, you are no match for me, so why bother?"

"Give up resistance, become a sacrifice to the Corpse-born Lotus, and you'll also be spared further torment."

"Hmph." The Supreme Elder would not indulge him, directly producing his weapon—a seal.

A white seal, forged from white bone, his body also underwent a change.

One should say the Supreme Elder, Wind Mountain True Person, summoned his zombie—a white bone skeleton zombie, leaving only bones; then the white bone skeleton forcibly merged with his body, causing his body to swell.

Two meters, three meters, still climbing.

It stopped at around five meters; the Supreme Elder held the seal in his hand, murmuring incantations.

"Great Heaven Corpse Dharma Body."

"Corpse Qi Extinction."

Holding the seal, corpse qi erupted from his whole body, rushing toward the White Forehead Corpse King; countless vengeful spirits and resentful energies tore at the White Forehead Corpse King, targeting flesh and soul—this move is one of the Supreme Elder's killing techniques.

Upon engaging, he directly employed the killing move; the Supreme Elder knew that if he didn't, he would likely be killed, for the White Forehead Corpse King's pressure was too great—this person's strength was too formidable.

He had underestimated the opponent's cultivation and strength; left with no choice, he had to unleash a fatal blow.

"Overestimating oneself." The White Forehead Corpse King still wore a look of contempt, clenching his right hand.

"Bang."

Corpse qi was overturned; all resentful qi and vengeful spirits scattered.

Immediately after, the White Forehead Corpse King stepped forward, appearing before the Supreme Elder, clenched his fist, and smashed it toward the Supreme Elder's chest.

"Boom—"

The Supreme Elder was flung backward, his body caving in along with it; the white bone skeleton scattered outward, disintegrating completely.

"Pfft."

The Supreme Elder spat blood; this blow caved in his chest, shattered his bones, and broke his five viscera and six bowels.

"Want to run?"

"Is that possible?"

"Bang."

The White Forehead Corpse King would not let him go, directly stepping on his chest; the ground collapsed.

Corpse qi spread outward; the surrounding battle halted, and the Second Corpse General and Golden Armor Corpse ceased pursuing the Undying Corpse General to kill him, instead fixing their gaze on the battle before them, exchanging a glance.

In unison they acted; the Supreme Elder must not die—at least, not die instantly.

Otherwise, they would all have to remain here.

"Bai Zhongsheng, accept death."

"Bai Zhongsheng, you deserve to die."

"Sect Master Senior Brother, please go die."

The three attacked together; the Undying Corpse General watched them act, neither stopping them nor attacking them, but chose to observe coldly.

One should say he also wanted to act, not against the Second Corpse General's group, but to strike the White Forehead Corpse King; lacking a suitable opportunity, he refrained from acting.

"Bang bang bang."

The three were each flung backward, landing heavily.

The three lay in separate places, unable to rescue the Supreme Elder; the Supreme Elder was trampled into the ground, unable to move, his corpse qi also crushed, as the Corpse-born Lotus's roots crept toward him, seeking to devour his corpse qi.

The White Forehead Corpse King glanced at the three, sneering: "Overestimating yourselves, you lot are utterly useless—you haven't even reached the Tribulation Realm, yet you dare provoke this sect master."

"Several junior brothers, do you know why the senior brother has been able to steadily hold the sect master's position?"

"It's because of strength; my senior brother's strength overwhelms you— in his eyes you are merely slightly stronger ants, and compared to Jiang Tiansheng you fall far short."

"If Jiang Tiansheng were here, perhaps this sect master would be wary of him; as for you lot, heh heh heh."

In his eyes, those people were nowhere to be seen.

To think that relying on the Supreme Elder could oppose him—they are truly naive.

The White Forehead Corpse King had concealed his strength for many years; now he no longer hides it.

"Undying Junior Brother, kill them."

Upon hearing this, the Undying Corpse General's body stiffened; he knew this was the senior brother testing him.

"Yes, senior brother."

Having come this far, he knew he could not refrain from acting; otherwise, the White Forehead Corpse King would regard him as…… an enemy, which would be deadly.

"Second Senior Brother, two junior brothers, sorry—I dare not disobey the sect master's order."

The Undead Corpse General slowly approached the three, preparing to strike and kill them.

Thud—. Footsteps sounded, echoing in the silent, soundless cave heaven.

Two figures walked in; the White Forehead Corpse King's expression changed as he stared at the entrance of the cave heaven, saw two familiar and frightening figures approaching, and forgot to offer the sacrifice to the Supreme Elder.

His eyes stared fixedly ahead, not daring to have any thought.

"You actually came as well."

The White Forehead Corpse King's icy, merciless voice sounded; the entire cave heaven's atmosphere turned cold, the temperature dropping straight down by over ten degrees, like an ice cellar.