Strongest War Emperor

’What a tough body!’ A fierce glint flashed in Shen Lang’s eyes as the power in his long saber surged once more. He began to circle the Gu Corpse with incredible speed, slashing relentlessly!

In the blink of an eye, as the other three watched in elation, Shen Lang, looking like a War God, had already landed dozens of impossibly precise slashes upon the Gu Corpse.

Having used the "Burst" Secret Technique, Shen Lang’s speed had increased severalfold.

Moreover, his footwork as he rapidly circled the Gu Corpse was strange and unpredictable, as if he were moving swiftly through some kind of Array.

Although the Gu Corpse shrieked continuously, its spiked tail whipping about wildly like a Flood Dragon, it couldn’t even graze the hem of his clothes.

"UWAAA!"

The enraged and frenzied Gu Corpse let out a piercing shriek, and its body suddenly elongated!

With a RIP, the tattered clothes on the Gu Corpse were instantly torn to shreds, revealing a horrifying sight!

Beneath its skin, it looked as if countless crawling things were constantly writhing, a bizarre and unsettling sight.

Then, the Gu Corpse’s body elongated further before it began to grow thicker and larger, like a balloon being inflated.

As its body continued to swell, its clothes and pants completely disintegrated. Its entire form became round and bloated, looking as if it would burst at the slightest touch.

’Ready to show your true form? Let me give you a hand!’ Shen Lang’s gaze turned cold. Without a second thought, he unleashed a terrifying slash of blade light.

POP!

With a sharp crack, the Gu Corpse’s body split open, but there was none of the expected spray of blood.

The layer of skin that had encased its body shattered. A massive, centipede-like insect covered in spikes wriggled out from the fleshy husk. Its huge eyes bulged from its head like two large light bulbs, glowing with an eerie green light as they locked onto Shen Lang.

"A Gu Corpse!" Uncle Zhou and Shui Qingwu cried out in alarm at the same time when they saw this.

"WHIRRRR..."

The strange insect began to spin rapidly on the spot, its massive tail whipping back and forth, creating a sharp sound of Breaking the Sky.

A terrifying vortex instantly formed with the Gu Corpse at its center, forcing Shen Lang to retreat again and again.

"Its Spiritual Wisdom isn’t low," Shen Lang said, frowning slightly as he watched the vortex.

The words had barely left his mouth when the vortex began spinning rapidly toward him.

This was nothing but a thug’s tactic.

The Gu Corpse was forcing Shen Lang into a direct confrontation of strength, giving him no more openings to land one slash after another.

With no other choice, Shen Lang could only put some distance between himself and the Gu Corpse, moving constantly while attacking with slashes of blade light.

However, the Poisonous Insect’s entire body was as hard as iron. Even with the Profound Artifact Shen Lang himself had refined, inflicting any damage was incredibly difficult.

And if its spiked tail were to strike Shen Lang even once, it would mean certain death or grievous injury!

’My Cultivation is too low. I can’t bring out the full power of this Profound Artifact. This is getting troublesome...’

Shui Qingwu and the others, who had barely had a moment to rejoice, found their expressions turning grim once more.

Now that the Poisonous Insect had gone berserk, even the Ghost-faced Man, in whom they had placed such high hopes, was being forced into such a difficult position. They feared they wouldn’t last until reinforcements from Celestial Phoenix City arrived and would become food for this Gu Corpse... 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

’If the Ghost-faced Man can’t handle this Gu Corpse, then in ten-odd minutes, once the Giant Potion wears off on Deng Jianchen, he’s a dead man... I might have no choice but to take the Young Miss and fly away. Sigh...’ Uncle Zhou’s expression was grim as he sighed in mid-air. The Giant Axe in his hand swelled to more than double its size, and he brought it down in a vicious chop.

Although Shui Qingwu’s Cultivation was lower, she possessed quite a few powerful Magical Treasures. Relying on the speed granted by her Immortal Crane Martial Soul, she kept the Spirit Corpse occupied. While she couldn’t defeat it, she managed to keep it thoroughly entangled.

Seeing Shen Lang’s current predicament, her heart leaped.

’He’ll be fine. He’ll definitely be fine. He just said he was going to kill an Iron Corpse, so he can definitely do it!’

For some reason, despite having never seen his true face or even knowing his name, Shui Qingwu’s heart was filled with an incredible trust for this strange Ghost-faced Man. It was as if, so long as he was present, there would be no problems—even when a hopeless situation was staring her right in the face.

However, while Shui Qingwu firmly believed Shen Lang would succeed, Deng Jianchen felt quite differently.

Deng Jianchen’s own Cultivation was around the Qi Martial Realm Third Heaven. Although he had previously exhausted a great deal of his energy, the Giant Potion he took had been personally refined by Shen Lang. How could it be anything ordinary?

Now, Deng Jianchen’s strength had surged, making him the most at-ease and also the most smug person in the group.

With his Longsword slashing horizontally and stabbing vertically, he made the Spirit Corpse howl in agony. He was even confident that he could finish this Spirit Corpse off within ten minutes and make a grand showing in front of Shui Qingwu.

But that bastard wasn’t giving him the chance!

He had just been talking so big about having a solution, and now look at this mess!

The first one to fall would be this probably-ugly Ghost-faced Man!

Once he was defeated, killing a single Spirit Corpse would be completely useless!

"Bastard! That bastard must be an enemy from my past life, here to get revenge!" Deng Jianchen screamed. "Just a moment ago he was bragging about how he had it under control, and now look at the pathetic state he’s in! Uncle Zhou, take Qingwu and leave! The moment this kid goes down, we’re all finished! And if you can, maybe you could take me with you? I know your Flying Spiritual Artifact is a high rank. I used to have one too, but some bastard in my family stole it..."

Things were already chaotic enough, and Uncle Zhou was already in a foul mood. Hearing this, his body shuddered so violently that he nearly fell out of the sky.

But Deng Jianchen continued to rant relentlessly, "You punk, who knows where you crawled out from! If you can’t handle it, just admit it! Why are you pretending to be some hotshot?! You just saw that Qingwu is as beautiful as a goddess and wanted to show off in front of her! Fine, show off all you want, but why drag me down as your stepping stone! I’ve used up all my Talismans! I can’t even run away now! So, what are you going to do about it?!"

"Jianchen, that’s enough!" Shui Qingwu interjected, her face flushing red.

"I can’t!" Deng Jianchen roared. "We’re going to die any minute now! I’ll feel terrible if I don’t say what’s on my mind!"

He shouted while frantically attacking the Spirit Corpse, "Qingwu, I know I’m not good enough for you! Your family’s power far surpasses mine, and I’m just a good-for-nothing in my own clan, always getting bullied. I didn’t even dare make a sound when my Flying Spiritual Artifact was stolen from me! But I’m truly in love with you..."

"You..." Flustered, Shui Qingwu’s movements fell into disarray, and she was nearly wounded by the Spirit Corpse.

"I’ve been in love with you for so long, but I never had the courage to say it... We’re going to die anyway, so it’ll be too late if I don’t say it now," Deng Jianchen said, his voice choked with sobs. "That kid was right earlier. This time, even if I die, you’ll remember me forever. I ask for nothing else. Just... just don’t forget me..."

After saying this, Deng Jianchen fiercely bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto his Longsword. The blade erupted with a blinding light, its Momentum surging, and he raised it high into the air!

"You son-of-a-bitch Spirit Corpse, die!" Deng Jianchen roared. The Longsword’s light shot out several dozen feet, and in a single slash, he cleaved the Spirit Corpse in front of Shui Qingwu in two!

"Uncle Zhou, take Qingwu and go! GO!" Deng Jianchen roared.

Before the words had even faded, the Spirit Corpse in front of him kicked out, sending a man-sized block of bluestone flying from the ground and slamming violently into Deng Jianchen.

"PFFT!" Deng Jianchen sprayed a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying backward.

The Spirit Corpse then sprang up from the ground like a jack-in-the-box, its expression savage and terrifying as it pounced on Deng Jianchen.

"Jianchen!" Shui Qingwu and Uncle Zhou cried out in alarm, but it was too late to save him.

Unless Uncle Zhou abandoned the Gu Corpse below him, there was nothing he could do...

But if he abandoned the Gu Corpse, it was the creature closest to Qingwu. In just two or three leaps, it could spell her doom!

With Qingwu’s level of Cultivation, she couldn’t possibly withstand a single blow from that Gu Corpse...

At that moment, Uncle Zhou’s mind was in turmoil...

"All that whining... with that much energy, wouldn’t it be better to kill another Spirit Corpse?" A calm voice suddenly spoke next to Deng Jianchen’s ear. He then felt a hand grab his collar, and his body was lifted into the air and flung backward.