I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 877 - 171: Hysteria and Disembodied Spirits
Chapter 877: Chapter 171: Hysteria and Disembodied Spirits
He shook open the talisman, and the space slowly twisted, the talisman expanding into a pouch from which he poured out a male corpse replete with Evil Qi. The Corpse Refiner was strong and tall, its body inscribed with runes that gathered evil spirits, drawn with spiritual blood. The flesh of its corpse bulged as if alive, yet its eyes were empty, devoid of any soul.
Wang Chan wore a wicked smile as he whispered in the deserted room, “The substitute is ready. You all discuss who should go and pluck Tang Luo’s head for me.”
As he spoke, the Saint Child of the Wang Clan of Southern Heaven sat back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, as though waiting for something.
After a while, Wang Chan opened his eyes and laughed, “I knew it would be you who would prevail in the end and capture that arrogant brat for me.”
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“Indeed, just like when I was five years old, you always come out to protect me when I need it the most.”
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“After you return, we’ll head to the Divine Chef Building in Zhongzhou and have a good meal!”
In the room above Yunxiang Building, there was only Wang Chan and the soulless Corpse Refiner. Yet this Dao Child of the Wang Clan of Southern Heaven was talking to himself, receiving no response but seemingly coming to some conclusion.
A soul manifested itself, but it was neither truly alive nor a dragon or phoenix; it was a bizarre palace pieced together. Inside it contained a pool of wine and a forest of meat piled high with rare delicacies, tents where countless divine women came and went, campsites built from sword handles, palaces draped in luxurious clothes, and a Scripture Pavilion holding thousands of books.
Within all these vastly different areas, a soul was enshrined. In the pool of wine and forest of meat, the seven- or eight-year-old child Wang Chan was gnawing on a big bone stick from a ferocious beast, his mouth smeared with blood.
In the tents, the seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youth Wang Chan was mounting a divine woman, indulging in sensual pleasures.
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In the campsite built from sword handles, Wang Chan, in his mid-twenties, was bare-chested and covered in scars, valiantly fighting against the phantom images of dozens of ferocious beasts.
In the palace draped with luxurious clothes, Wang Chan sat with dignity and authority, with the kneeling figures of myriad races below him.
In the Scripture Pavilion filled with countless books, the aged Wang Chan was writing with vigor, his eyes filled with the breadth of great experience and the calmness of an unmovable mountain.
As the divine temple manifested, the soul of Wang separated from the body. The child Wang Chan in the pool of wine and forest of meat threw aside his bloodied bone stick and shot out as a red streak.
The child’s soul entered the Corpse Refiner substitute, and where once was an empty gaze, a light suddenly flared. The lifeless substitute began to breathe as the soul took control.
With the Corpse Refiner’s breath, the Evil Qi of the world started to stir and gather, eroding all Yang Qi, rapidly dropping the temperature of the room.
Wang Chan, having retracted the manifested divine temple, stood up and walked around the revived corpse a couple of times and praised, “This substitute was once a peak master of martial arts in the Fierce Realm, adept in boxing and kicking techniques, with their attacks bringing the surge of wind and thunder. Their robust inner organs roar like tigers and leopards; such a fierce body-refining technique made their blood and Qi as powerful as a dragon.”
“What’s more remarkable is that this person was born at a Yin hour, on a Yin day, in a Yin moment—possessing the extremely rare trine of Yin. Normally, such a birth chart indicates a person prone to weakness and early possession by malevolence, hardly able to live long, let alone cultivate. However, when Yin reaches extremity, it can reverse to Yang. This person was born when the day-star was ascending, naturally inheriting a strand of Southern Yang Primary Qi, thereby forming a Yin-Yang harmonized Dao body. I expended significant efforts to strip away this person’s living soul, and then enlisted one of the top Yin-Yang Art masters from our clan to engrave these runes capable of gathering the evil spirits of heaven and earth, preserving the dead Qi of the trine of Yin. From now on, how about using this substitute as your body?”
“No good, I don’t want it!” roared the Corpse Refiner, looking up. Its voice was incredibly similar to Wang Chan’s, but with a mad, irate edge, “I don’t like this body. I only want my own body!”
“I’ll say it once more,” Wang Chan said with a menacing tone, “This body is mine, I am its true master, understand!?”
The ferocious Corpse Refiner seemed to be startled by Wang Chan’s expression at that moment, resembling a child scolded by an adult, merely bowing its head. Still, it couldn’t help but mutter, “This body is also mine.”
“Enough!” Wang Chan waved his hand and, with a spread and close of his fingers, commanded a magic formation. He said coldly, “Bring me Tang Luo’s head before daybreak!”
Once the formation was activated, the Corpse Refiner was teleported to the courtyard of the Sect Head’s mansion. Scolded by Wang Chan, the Corpse Refiner, upon seeing Tang Luo, launched into a frenzied attack.
As Wang Chan had described, this strong fleshly body, once belonging to a top Body Technique Master from the Fierce Realm, had become even fiercer after receiving the endless augmentation of the Blood Fiend, despite lacking Spiritual Power.
Flowing through the mummified body was Blood Fiend, the filthiest and vilest energy between heaven and earth. This extremely powerful force surged through the vessels of the trinity of yin, like a tsunami, causing the spiritual blood runes all over the Corpse Refiner to shine with Divine Light. The Blood Fiend within boiled and steamed out like boiling water, drawing together the Evil Qi from around the world.
This formidable Evil Qi enabled the Corpse Refiner to move at an astonishing speed, like a red streak through space. Tang Luo, having shed his Undying Battle Body, had not even reacted before the Corpse Refiner’s fist was already upon him.
Using Spiritual Power to control his body, Tang Luo struck back, albeit hastily, but his strike nonetheless fused three types of force.
Silver elbow met corpse claw; force collided with Blood Fiend. The endless pressure from the impact shattered rafters and tiles, reducing the entire courtyard of the Sect Head’s mansion to ruins in the clash of their single blow.
And Tang Luo was sent spiraling through the air by this powerful blow.
The Corpse Refiner, similarly subject to the force, stood unaffected, bending its legs to chase after the airborne Tang Luo. The Blood Fiend formed a red cloud, speeding the Corpse Refiner’s approach. Just as it was about to imprint its fists on Tang Luo, it was pierced through the chest by a gold and earth colored Innate Divine Sword and sent flying.
Since Tang Luo’s three-year seclusion to refine his body technique had resulted in success, this was the first time he was so dominated in such a confrontation. Although the hasty defense did not allow him to exert his full strength, that single blow made it clear to him that, in terms of body technique alone, this Corpse Refiner had surpassed Cao Changqing’s Ghost King Hanba.
If one said Cao Changqing’s zombie attacked and defended purely on instinct, then the Corpse Refiner just now was not any different from a living being.
The only difference was that living beings flowed with blood, while the Corpse Refiner coursed with Blood Fiend.
Capable of anger, employing tactics, and possessing a soul within, what on earth was this creature!
Tang Luo stabilized himself in midair, his expression grave as he watched the Blood Fiend enveloped Corpse Refiner in the distance.
“It hurts so much! It hurts so much!” the Corpse Refiner roared with rage from within the Blood Fiend, “I will tear you apart!”
Hearing the Corpse Refiner speak, Tang Luo confirmed his suspicion and said mockingly, “Who would have thought the Wang Clan’s Saint Child would make himself into a living zombie.”
“I am not Wang Chan, I am Wang Ying!”
The Corpse Refiner, emerging from the snow mist with a roar, swung its fists furiously. It covered dozens of yards in an instant, colliding fiercely with Tang Luo. As fists and palms clashed, it said menacingly, “I will help him twist off your head!”
“Come, give it a try!”
