The Good Corpse, Song Yan, felt the strengthening of himself, filled with excitement.
Swish!
The sword covered in rusted peach blossom struck again!
The female cultivator facing him, surrounded by flowing evil energy, blankly drew the sword from her body to meet the attack.
Her sword intent might not be weak, but she herself was far inferior to Song Yan, the Good Corpse.
Song Yan's sword fell like a steel beam from the sky to cut through a blade of grass.
Hiss!
Bam!
The female cultivator's sword broke, her body split in two, yet still "entangled like a broken lotus," and her two divided cheeks suddenly freed from struggle, cried out in a painful plea for help: "Save... save... me..."
"Can't be saved, just die in peace!"
Song Yan replied, then swung his rusted sword horizontally, dismembering the monstrous female cultivator into eight pieces, subsequently feeling the sword intent entering his body, secretly invoking his Heaven-Reaching Wisdom to accelerate absorption.
