From the withered palm, a razor-sharp black sword materialized and shot forth with incredible speed. That sword was a condensation of all the life force of this corpse.

This attack had sucked away practically all of this corpse’s energy, making it Shi Yang’s greatest attack yet.

“An insignificant technique,” Long Chen sneered disdainfully. After that, a dragon mark lit up on his palm, and sacred light flowed out like a wave from it.

That sharp sword made a strange sound when it struck Long Chen’s palm, and it suddenly veered toward Yin Changsheng.

BOOM!

Yin Changsheng had never expected Shi Yang’s attack to not be a true physical attack and could actually be reflected. With no opportunity to evade, the black sword mercilessly impaled his chest.

To his horror, the black sword didn't...