To keep Jiu Wushang from lashing out like a cornered dog, Lin Chang'sheng didn't go to kill him himself.
After all, the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator's self-detonation is nothing to sneeze at.
Plus, Lin Chang'sheng had no idea what other aces up his sleeve Jiu Wushang might have.
Better play it safe.
"Kill!"
With a wave of his hand, Lin Chang'sheng summoned the fused Late Stage King Corpse he'd just refined.
Controlling the King Corpse, he sent it straight at Jiu Wushang.
"What—the hell...how is this possible?"
Jiu Wushang's eyes went wide with shock when he saw Lin Chang'sheng controlling that Late Stage Corpse Puppet hurtling toward him.
Corpse Control Technique was a secret art of the Corpse King Sect; how the hell did Lin Chang'sheng learn it?
And this punk wasn't just controlling some regular Corpse Puppet—but one from the Late Stage of Nascent Soul!
This thing's combat strength could rival a damn Nascent Soul Great Cultivator!
