Chapter 123: The Art of Flight, Riding the Wind Through the Void

An attack like Ink Dragon Severing River, Shen Qing could unleash it continuously for a whole night; that could be called an ordinary attack.

But how do these people seem to have won?

The Corpse-Chasing Sect members were stunned for a moment; indeed, they had only blocked one of Shen Qing's supreme skills—who said he couldn't unleash a second?

Moreover, they glanced at the corpse puppet with their peripheral vision—now it's dead if it was dead, crippled if it was crippled.

Where would they find the energy to take another Ink Dragon Severing River?

Shen Qing laughed, then with a sudden force of his left hand he drove his five fingers straight into Yan Kong's face; with slight pressure, Yan Kong's head and half of his spine were directly pulled out.

A shock of Overbearing True Qi sent each bone fragment flying like a hidden weapon, smashing into the Corpse-Chasing Sect disciples with no chance to resist; their bodies were struck in scattered pieces.

The Second Elder bellowed in despair: 'Run!'

Upon hearing that, all remaining Corpse-Chasing Sect disciples scattered and fled.

They were arrogant, but not stupid; even with the whole sect giving their all they could only block one of Shen Qing's attacks—what's the point of that?

Just want to run? Have you asked Shen Qing?

"If you want to fight, fight; if you want to run, run—are you playing house?"

In an instant, blood-colored mist filled the valley, and a huge Blood Dragon Phantom howled forth.

These past days, after slaughtering thousands, the Blood Dragon Phantom has become even more ferocious and terrifying.

All Corpse-Chasing Sect disciples caught their breath, feeling as if their legs were filled with lead.

Shen Qing flashed, Crimson Sky flashing red light, wrapping Ink-colored True Qi as he drew several beautiful blade flowers in the air, directly cutting the Second Elder and the disciples behind him into pieces.

A light tremor of Overbearing True Qi turned those corpses into hidden weapons, slaughtering the remaining disciples.

This is Shen Qing's slaughter feast.

At that moment, a sky-shaking roar came from the altar; the gate locked on the altar slowly opened, and an old man with a white beard stepped out.

The surviving disciples' eyes turned red: 'Grand Elder! We've finally waited for you...'

This person was the Corpse-Chasing Sect's Grand Elder, Yan Dian.

Yan Dian's face turned cold, his eyes filled with raging fury.

"Shen Qing! Stop! Today is the day of the Corpse-Chasing Sect's rise—how dare you act so arrogantly!"

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes, his whole body turning into a blood-colored phantom as he charged straight at Yan Dian, punching him in the face.

"You didn't hit them, you hit me, right?"

Yan Dian was flung sideways dozens of meters, smashing through dozens of boulders before barely stopping.

He struggled to his feet, his face unusually flushed, and without holding back he roared: 'Shen Qing! You've gone too far! Corpse King! Move!'

As his words fell, a heaven-shaking howl came from within the altar; in the darkness a ferocious beast seemed to charge, its breath in utter chaos.

The next moment, a golden figure flew out from the altar, only to grasp at air—Shen Qing had already become a phantom above the altar.

Shen Qing looked down at the golden Corpse King, who had also paused; his face was white-haired, clearly an elderly Primordial Core Realm cultivator, still wearing a general's armor, and presumably still a general in front.

Yan Dian let out a sinister chuckle from the side.

"You've figured it out, right? He is indeed a general of Great Wu! Five years ago I discovered his corpse on the border of Jia Shui Jun and brought it back, refining it for a full five years!"

"Five years—do you know how I've spent these five years?"

"Every day I have tempered his body with precious medicinal herbs, forging it like metal and stone while also refining his life gate! By now his life gate has long been hidden by me! You can only defeat him head‑on! But can you really do that?"

Shen Qing raised three fingers toward Yan Dian.

Yan Dian stared for a moment, then sneered: 'You want to surrender? If you surrender you should raise both hands—what does raising three fingers mean?'

"Besides, I don't accept surrender!"

Shen Qing spoke calmly: 'I think you misunderstood; I raised three fingers because just now I thought of three ways to kill you.'

"First, I'll just kill you; that punch I gave you earlier didn't even use a supreme skill—if I keep attacking, how many of your blows can you withstand?"

"Attack the Corpse King? No, no, attacking a Corpse King is nowhere near as fast as attacking a trainer."

Yan Dian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, cold sweat beading his forehead; the Corpse-Chasing Sect disciples and the Beast Taming Sect disciples alike— their true bodies were always a weak point.

Shen Qing's pupils turned purple, his Eye that Breaks Illusions sweeping toward the Corpse King.

"Second! I'll directly crush your Corpse King's life gate."

Shen Qing looked at Yan Dian, his eyes full of amusement.

"Let me guess! Is the life gate you painstakingly hid located at your coccyx?"

Yan Dian's body jerked, his voice trembling, cold sweat continually streaming from his forehead.

"What... what nonsense are you spouting? How could I possibly put my life gate in such an obvious place?"

But at this moment stubbornness is useless, for under the Eye that Breaks Illusions the Corpse King's meridians are like those of a stripped‑down helpless girl, laid bare before Shen Qing's eyes.

"Third! I'll beat the Corpse King down, then chop you into pieces."

Yan Dian panicked completely, feeling Shen Qing wasn't boasting—he really seemed able to beat the Corpse King—so he shouted: 'Move! Corpse King!'

The Corpse King roared, lunging at Shen Qing with ferocity; his whole body glittered with golden light, even his punch wind carried a faint golden gleam, his momentum immense.

Shen Qing snorted, his body flashing with glazed white light, the air continually echoing with heaven‑shaking Dragon‑Elephant roars as he unleashed a punch that produced a hundred fist shadows.

Only a bang was heard!

Shen Qing's fist collided with the Corpse King's fist.

But what made Yan Dian's jaw drop happened: in the fist‑to‑fist clash, Shen Qing didn't budge an inch while the Corpse King was blasted backward.

The Corpse King had been a Primordial Core Realm powerhouse in life; even though his strength dropped after death, after five years of refinement his bodily power should not be much weaker than before—so how could Shen Qing send him flying with a single punch?

Is this the river?

In the next instant, Shen Qing's figure vanished quickly; when he reappeared, he was already behind the Corpse King—though the Corpse King still had strength, lacking consciousness he could not react, and Shen Qing tapped a point of Overbearing True Qi on its life gate.

In an instant, the Corpse King froze in place, only able to howl helplessly.

Meanwhile, Shen Qing had already lifted his foot and was walking toward Yan Dian at a steady pace.

Yan Dian had become completely dazed; only when Shen Qing poked his forehead with a finger did he react, his body trembling, his voice stuttering.

"Shen... Shen, Pacification Commissioner, I... I surrender! I'm willing to take the Corpse King to the front line to resist the Japanese pirates; I can contribute great strength."

Shen Qing condensed overbearing true qi at his fingertip.

"What are you going to the front line for? Disturbing troop morale?"

"The Corpse King was a general in life; after dying he was refined into a Corpse King, and now this birdbrain wants to bring this general's Corpse King to the front line?"

No one in their right mind would say such a thing.

Yan Dian hurriedly said, "I'm willing to be your slave, I surrender, I surrender."

Shen Qing gave a cold laugh.

"There's one point where I'm the same as you."

"I also don't accept surrender!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of strands of overbearing true qi shot out continuously from his hand, weaving back and forth across Yan Dian's body, drilling out one blood hole after another; in the blink of an eye Yan Dian became a hornet's nest, his mouth gaping open, the intense pain drilling straight into his heart, yet he just wouldn't die.

Only after he had endured endless torment, at the very last instant of his life, did Shen Qing detonate his brain.

Shen Qing turned and walked toward the Corpse King, watching it continually roar, he slowly raised his finger, a single finger pierced the Corpse King's forehead, and its howl ceased abruptly.

Shen Qing chose to give him a swift end, and a hint of relief also appeared in the Corpse King's pupils.

Suddenly, Shen Qing was stunned for a moment.

【Congratulations on slaying an Elemental Elixir Realm martial artist, looted trait: Voidwalking (Blue)】

Voidwalking (Blue): Already counts as mastering the flight technique; an Elemental Elixir Realm martial artist uses primordial force to Voidwalk, and if a Grand Master Realm cultivator can comprehend it, they can also substitute true qi for brief flight.

Shen Qing raised an eyebrow, does this count as him having killed an Elemental Elixir Realm cultivator? This system is pretty conscientious.

Windriding! Who hasn't fantasized about that? Shen Qing is naturally no exception.

So, all in!

Consume three trait upgrade chances.

Voidwalking (Blue) upgrades to:... upgrades to: Void Windriding (Red)

Void Windriding (Red): Perfectly mastered the flight technique, relying on nothing, windriding.

In the next instant, Shen Qing's feet left the ground as he hovered slowly.

A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Now."

"I lack nothing now!"