Chapter 723

Subsequently, that mind-control corpse soldier was also pierced through the skull by a simple, unadorned flying sword and directly suppressed and killed.

Su Ming's mental energy was too high, almost at its peak, and coupled with the resistance of his Pure Soul talent, it was very difficult for this corpse soldier to affect him.

Ni Shuang's eyes were dull; at this moment, she felt she had seen an invincible person.

"Leave everything to me." Su Ming said indifferently.

His words were light, yet they carried weight, giving one an incomparably reassuring feeling.

She knelt in the ruins, watching as flying swords filled the sky, crazily attacking the surrounding corpse soldiers!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!

Blood Leech, Demon-Breaking Heavenly Spirit, Ten Thousand Soul Fire, Frost-Flame Death Scar, Shadow Poison Monarch.

Red, blue, purple, steel, black.

Five swords of different colors flew and slashed through the sky like life-reaping arrows; not only could they perform flexible sword techniques, but they could also carry various different attribute damages.

Violent sword marks left countless trails, lingering in mid-air.

Besides these weapons that Su Ming used most often, he had also condensed over twenty additional blades of battle intent, attacking crazily!

He stood in the midst of it all, isolated and absolute, watching the surrounding corpse soldiers with cold eyes.

No matter what their abilities or skills were, almost none could get close to him!

Telekinetic ability user controlling gravel? Sword Qi shattered it into dust!

Tiger-blade class-changer activating a skill? Sword Qi shattered the blade without obstruction!

Elemental ability user condensing fire? Sword Qi shattered it!

In less than a few dozen seconds, more than half of the corpse soldiers were dead or injured; rotting limbs and minced meat splashed everywhere, a scene even more terrifying than a slaughterhouse.

Su Ming wore a gray robe, his eyes sharp.

With the lifesteal effect of the Blood Leech sword, paired with the self-healing effect of his A-grade bloodline, Two-Healing Holy Blood, his state quickly returned to its peak, and his health was fully restored.

The confidence, arrogance, and killing intent in Fei Mu's eyes gradually transformed into shock and fear.

"This... how is this possible!!?"

His voice trembled.

"If these corpses all possessed 100% of their strength from when they were alive, perhaps I truly would be no match." Su Ming gazed at him, walking slowly closer while speaking indifferently.

"It's just a pity that they only have 30% to 40% of their combat power from when they were alive."

As soon as these words were spoken, Fei Mu took a sharp step back, his teeth chattering in horror.

"You... how do you know the specific effects of my skills?"

To even know how much strength a corpse had from when it was alive—this was no longer an ordinary scanning skill.

It was definitely a top-tier scanning skill, and generally, it required a high-realm expert to have such clear insight into a low-realm one.

All the pride and anger in Fei Mu's heart vanished, replaced by one emotion—survival!

At this moment, he only wanted to escape this place and find somewhere else to hide!

Although the corpse soldiers he had accumulated over several years were almost all destroyed, as long as he was alive, there was hope.

As long as the green hills remain, why fear no firewood?

His eyes were cold and gloomy as he stared fixedly at Su Ming, gritting his teeth and speaking word by word.

"Consider yourself ruthless, I will remember you!"

"In the future, I will surely torture and kill every one of your family members, relatives, and friends to vent the hatred in my heart!!"

"I will make you toss and turn every night, unable to sleep as you guard against my revenge..." He grinned hideously.

As he spoke, Fei Mu pinched a seal with one hand, condensing a teleportation array, wanting to escape.

"You won't have that chance." Su Ming shook his head slowly and said calmly.

The next instant, the Frost-Flame Death Scar broken sword landed in his hand.

His left hand flicked, tapping on the blade.

【Flicking Sword Startles Bird】

Ding!

The crisp sword chime spread for over a hundred meters.

The last dozen or so surviving corpse soldiers were also completely slashed into blood and mud by this destructive Sword Qi.

Fei Mu's eyes were blank; he was completely dumbfounded.

His teleportation witchcraft required the explosion of corpse soldiers to be activated.

Usually, when opponents saw him using teleportation, they would anxiously attack him directly and abandon the corpses, which allowed him to successfully escape every time.

But this opponent knew him like the back of his hand—better than he knew his own skills!

Without the corpse soldiers, he could not activate teleportation.

Fei Mu knew he had been completely defeated.

But the desire to survive still drove him to activate his skills, attacking with all his might.

Boom, boom, boom.

Dozens of wounds burst open on his skin, and blood sprayed out, turning into incantations that enveloped Su Ming.

Hum-swish!

Su Ming gripped his sword and struck, fast as a startled swan; in just a split second, several afterimages appeared, shattering all the incantations.

At the same time, he himself slashed toward Fei Mu!

Fei Mu was flustered and at a loss, completely devoid of the demeanor of a fifth-turn expert.

In the face of death, there is no difference between a ninth-turn and a first-turn!

At the final moment, he activated an incantation, condensing a blood barrier to protect himself.

Click...

However, he soon discovered that his blood barrier had lost its fluidity, becoming a layer of dead blood covered in a thin layer of frost!

He turned his head to look.

Ni Shuang, in the ruins, had used her last bit of mental energy, ignoring the blood tears flowing, to freeze his barrier.

Swish-shhh!

Su Ming pierced through with a sword, directly stabbing through his chest.

Fei Mu flew backward for dozens of meters, his body drenched in blood; although he had only been struck by one sword, the chaotic Sword Qi had cut dozens of wounds into his body.

A long trail of blood appeared on the ground.

Su Ming walked slowly to his front, looking down at him with cold eyes.

There was not a trace of emotion in his eyes.