Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

“Corpse Race Cultivator?”

Cui Hao’s expression changed slightly as his crescent-moon-shaped saber appeared. He sent out a crescent-moon-shaped saber Qi and scattered that black Qi.

However, the black Qi did not disappear immediately. It lingered on the curved saber and continued spreading downwards. It looked bizarre—like a demonic arm.

Light flashed. Cui Hao had to quickly circulate some Quintessence before he could get rid of that black Qi on his saber.

When Cui Hao looked up, he saw a young man with a dark face on a black cloud. The young man held a long whip and looked lifeless.

However, this young man’s eyes were strangely fierce. His glare made Cui Hao feel an unparalleled sharpness.

Where did this Corpse Race cultivator come from? Unexpectedly, he is already a peak half-Sage at such a young age, Cui Hao thought to himself in shock.

Xiao Chen, who had rushed over, casually stretched his hand out and grabbed the Flame Crystal Rock that went flying. The scarlet flame around it disappeared.

A dull scarlet crystal the size of a glass bead appeared before Xiao Chen. He could not help but feel somewhat disappointed.

Based on its color and size, Xiao Chen could guess that this Flame Crystal Rock was substandard.

He glanced at Cui Hao and the mysterious Corpse Race cultivator, who were confronting each other. Then, he looked away, checking out the Flame Crystal Rocks that were still flying.

Of these ten-odd Flame Crystal Rocks, Xiao Chen should be able to find one that was of good quality.

Wang Can, who was on the throne, smiled coldly and leaped up. In a flash, he rode the dense black cloud and quickly arrived before the large cluster of Flame Crystal Rocks.

He swung his whip, and a berserk force swept out, disrupting the trajectory of the ten-odd Flame Crystal Rocks.

Then, Wang Can pulled on his whip, curling it back up, and three or four Flame Crystal Rocks landed in his hand. He looked at Cui Hao chasing after him and smiled coldly before pointing at Cui Hao.

Two stone coffins appeared, blocking Cui Hao. One was in front and one was behind.

The coffin lids opened with a ‘bang,’ and a horrifying corpse Qi poured out. Two sinister Demonic Corpses wearing heavy stone armor launched themselves at Cui Hao.

The Moonlight Disk in Cui Hao’s body flew out and hovered above his head, sending out a threadlike light barrier. Then, he used his curved saber and hacked heavily on the front Demonic Corpse’s chest.

A dull ‘thud’ resounded. Unexpectedly, this attack did not break the stone armor on the Demonic Corpse’s chest. It only left a faint mark and knocked it back ten meters.

However, the Demonic Corpse behind took the opportunity to charge at him. It used its pitch-black fingers like a sharp knife and stabbed the barrier the Moonlight Disk sent out.

To Cui Hao’s surprise, the moonlight barrier could not stop the Demonic Corpse’s attack.

Black corpse Qi lingered on the Demonic Corpse’s fingertips, and the barrier appeared to corrode. The Demonic Corpse slid its hand in easily and laughed cruelly as it grabbed at Cui Hao’s back with its five fingers.

At this moment, Cui Hao had just knocked back the Demonic Corpse in front. He could not dodge in time.

If the hand caught Cui Hao, the corpse Qi—possibly filled with the state of death—on the fingertips would inflict fatal damage to him.

Just when Cui Hao felt horrified, a loud sound came from behind him. A foot crashed into the Demonic Corpse’s head. A huge force surged out, sending the Demonic Corpse flying for a few kilometers.

“Bang!”

A meteor whistling by coincidentally crashed into the Demonic Corpse. The fast-moving meteor shattered into small fragments flying everywhere. However, the Demonic Corpse remained undamaged.

This corpse is extraordinarily resilient, Xiao Chen thought to himself. This Demonic Corpse is much stronger than the Demonic Corpses refined by the Sky Dome Realm’s Dark Church.

“Many thanks!”

After narrowly escaping death, Cui Hao thanked Xiao Chen sincerely; he had been a little careless earlier.

Xiao Chen smiled faintly and pointed to the front. Cui Hao suddenly recalled there was still one Demonic Corpse that he had not dealt with yet. This was not the time to express his gratitude.

Xiao Chen looked around. With just this small delay, that Corpse Race genius called Wang Can managed to sweep up the ten-odd Flame Crystal Rocks.

“That’s not right. He has not gotten them all.”

Xiao Chen’s normally calm expression turned grave for a moment. The last Flame Crystal Rock that Wang Can’s whip was about to grab managed to break free.

Xiao Chen stomped, releasing resplendent electric light. He executed Thunder Dragon Steps at full power. When he raised his leg, he instantly traveled five kilometers.

He stretched his hand out and seized the last Flame Crystal Rock. The scarlet flame disappeared, and a crystal with a vivid bloodlike color appeared in his hand.

Xiao Chen’s face turned joyful. He said, “It really is a high-quality Flame Crystal Rock. It looks like my guess was correct.”

A few Supreme Sky Sect disciples had arrived earlier, but they had not dared to take any action because of Wang Can. When they saw this scene, no doubt they all felt envious.

“You are seeking death!” Wang Can shouted in rage.

That one high-quality Flame Crystal Rock was much more valuable than all the Flame Crystal Rocks he collected.

The whip extended infinitely, looking like a ferocious, berserk, venomous black snake as it flew towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen clutched the Flame Crystal Rock with his left hand and looked up slightly. When he saw the black whip arriving, he directly stretched his right hand out and caught the lash firmly.

When Wang Can, who was on the Death Throne, saw Xiao Chen grabbing his whip without releasing it, he could not help but smile mockingly. This fool actually dares to compete with a Corpse Race cultivator in physical strength. He really overestimates himself.

With hands that were as tough as iron, he hauled back, trying to pull Xiao Chen over.

However, Wang Can felt like he had a mountain on the other end of the whip. He could not budge him at all. His face turned slightly unsightly as he stared. Feeling it was strange, he exclaimed, “I can’t get it back?”

Xiao Chen smiled coldly and used his right hand to pull back gently. He immediately yanked Wang Can, who was on the Death Throne, out of it with a ‘sou’ sound.

He overwhelmed his opponent with physical strength.

When the previous true inheritors behind saw this, they all sucked in a deep breath of cold air without exception. Of the five major races of the Kunlun Realm, the Corpse Race was famed for strong physical bodies.

Even the Fiend Race, which always had strong physical bodies, was weaker than the Corpse Race.

The Corpse Race and Ghost Race of the Kunlun Realm’s five major races both cultivated the way of death. However, the directions that they developed in were different.

The Corpse Race researched the refinement of Demonic Corpses, refining all sorts of strong corpses. Regardless whether it was human, Deity, Fiend, or Spirit Beast, they would not let a corpse slip through their fingers.

Some of the Corpse Race cultivators would even use the method of refining corpses on themselves. They sought a state of immortality, proving their Dao with corpses and becoming Corpse Gods.

By now, the Corpse Race was the most unwelcomed of the five major races everywhere. If there was a race that kept targeting one’s ancestral graves, how could one remain calm?

The Corpse Race faced such huge pressure. Although its numbers were much smaller than other races, it still managed to survive through several ten thousand years without losing its lines of inheritance.

Of the ancient hundred races, many powerful races had vanished like smoke, disappearing into the long river of history. The Corpse Race’s ridiculously strong body tempering technique aided it greatly in surviving for this long.

However, Xiao Chen tugged such a peak Corpse Race half-Sage with a strong physical body off his feet. How could anyone not be surprised?

This development stunned Wang Can. He had not expected his opponent to jerk him into space at the moment of his distraction.

However, Wang Can reacted quickly and decisively, using the momentum to charge at Xiao Chen. His gaze turned cold. He had enormous confidence in his physical body.

Wang Can believed that no one in the same generation could defeat him in close-quarter combat. He had just been careless earlier, nothing more.

However, Wang Can would be disappointed. He had not lost to Xiao Chen in a competition of physical strength because he was careless.

Instead, it was truly because Xiao Chen was stronger than Wang Can. Now, Xiao Chen possessed a Rank 2 Sage Body. After consuming all sorts of natural treasures, his Vital Qi could bring out more than one thousand tons of horrifying force.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The two quickly exchanged three moves, with the final one resulting in the two fists colliding. The moment the fists came into contact, Xiao Chen blasted Wang Can back.

Moreover, Xiao Chen’s hand only felt slightly numb. His opponent’s body felt like it was no longer flesh and blood, like it was some kind of metal.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, he thought to himself, The Corpse Race’s body tempering techniques are really extraordinary.

While this thought ran through his mind, he did not stop moving. He tossed aside the black whip in his hand and executed Thunder Dragon Steps, charging at Wang Can.

Xiao Chen had long wanted to test out an expert of another race. If there was an opportunity, it would not be a bad thing to snatch away that Death Throne, either.

Wang Can felt both surprise and rage at getting sent flying by Xiao Chen. He somersaulted and landed back on the Death Throne.

As Wang Can watched Xiao Chen charge over, a black mark on his forehead flashed. The black clouds under the throne churned continuously.

From his previous, somewhat sorry state, Wang Can now looked like the king of the night on the Death Throne. A decadent death aura spread out.

Wang Can welcomed Xiao Chen, who was closing in on him, with an unhurried palm strike. Strips of black fog came from the throne, moving like tentacles and wrapping around his hand until they reached his palm. Then they formed a “death” (死) character.

Xiao Chen was moving too fast. He could not retreat even if he wanted to. The instant the “death” character formed, he sent out a palm strike with overwhelming Vital Qi.

This palm contained one thousand tons of force. Even if a mountain were before Xiao Chen, he could blast it apart.

However, Wang Can remained seated on his Death Throne, not moving at all. On the other hand, the black clouds below the throne churned even more furiously. A will of death spread out from Wang Can’s palm.

Because Xiao Chen could use the immortal will of thunder, this attack knocked him back. His Qi and blood churned.

Black death Qi covered Xiao Chen’s palm, draining the life force there. His hand visibly degenerated.

In a short while, Xiao Chen’s smooth white hand quickly aged. It looked brittle and covered with wrinkles like it was the hand of a seventy- or eighty-year-old man. It looked like a horror movie taking place.

That death Qi continued to spread, moving upwards.

The group of people in the distance were horror-stricken. The will of death was actually so terrifying. Xiao Chen looked at his palm and frowned slightly but did not worry much about it.

He had a bigger problem. After his opponent released the will of death, cracks started to appear in the Mental Energy he had used to cocoon the Massacre Throne. It looked like the throne might come out at any moment.

Xiao Chen flung out his hand, and the immortal will of thunder turned into electric fire, slowly eliminating the death Qi on his hand, bit by bit, giving off sizzling sounds as black smoke wafted out.