Bam!!

It was only one palm strike, but it split the great bird apart into motes of sword light.

Whoosh!

A radiant river of stars rushed out of the crushed bird and blasted Jiang Kui in the chest. He stumbled backward with a rapidly shifting expression. His upper clothing was torn apart, revealing a ghastly gray chest. Eyebrows rose on the faces of the outsiders and they shifted their gaze away, unwilling to look closer.

Jiang Kui’s body was as lifeless as a zombie beneath his clothing; there were no signs of a living being. This was the hallmark of a Corpse Refiner disciple. Not only did the sect refine others into zombies, but they ultimately refined themselves as well.

Lu Qing’s third technique—Starstream Stroke—only ruined Jiang Kui’s clothing. It hadn’t done anything to the man.

“I concede.” Lu Qing took a few steps back before Jiang Kui could respond. Blood trickled down his chin. “Dao brother Jiang Kui is formidable alright!...