Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 561-565

Chapter 561: Fighting For You

Translator: Reverie_  Editor: Kurisu

The four Corpse Soldiers charged up together at Pang Xiang Ming. Each attack emitted an intense evil presence, just as if they were demons that climbed out of hell.

From a certain sense, it certainly was so.

Corpse Soldiers and Corpse Qi were of the same origin. After the four Corpse Soldiers absorbed Si Tu Yao’s personal Corpse Qi, their strength instantly grew explosively. Si Tu Yao, on the other hand, appeared somewhat dispirited, seeming to have expended a great deal.

“Just a few skeletons to deal with me?” Pang Xiang Ming sneered. The moon-shaped mark let out a great ray of light, while his hands danced, confining the four Corpse Soldiers once again.

“Break!” he shouted loudly, and with a snap, the hands and legs of two Corpse Soldiers were pulled off.

Such formidable power!

After Corpse Soldiers were refined, their bodies were extremely tough, approaching the level of same tier rare metals; as for how close it could get, it would depend on the refinement heat and ingredients added.

The elite corpses were only slightly higher in grade. As for the “original ingredients” being refined into a powerful Corpse Soldier, they naturally had a great price.

Si Tu Yao’s four Corpse Soldiers weren’t extraordinary amongst the Flower Blossom Tier beings, but being refined into Third tier Silver-Armored Corpse was already quite remarkable. Yet, Pang Xiang Ming instantly smashed two Corpse Soldiers, proof enough of Pang Xiang Ming’s remarkableness.

“Damn it!” Si Tu Yao roared, and the four Corpse Soldiers assaulted again. The Corpse Soldiers had no sense of pain anyway, so losing a hand and a leg only slightly affected their battle prowess.

He also personally entered the battle, attacking Pang Xiang Ming with them.

“Pang Xiang Ming should be able to win, right?” Zhu Xuan Er asked Ling Han.

Ling Han nodded, and said, “If Si Tu Yao doesn’t have any other trump cards, then Pang Xiang Ming’s victory is assured.”

He made judgements on several occasions that already convinced and assured many people. Although almost no one knew Pang Xiang Ming, everyone was in the same boat, hoping that Pang Xiang Ming could emerge victorious.

Some people simply wanted to regain some pride, while some thought that after Pang Xiang Ming won, there would be some spots to leave the city—maybe they could get one from him?

Originally, everyone was like a block of iron, willing to fight to the death for their survival, but once a feeble chance of survival appeared before them, quite a few people had a change of hearts.

Pang Xiang Ming was better by a notch as expected, and after a few dozen moves, the four Corpse Soldiers were broken down. He also attacked Si Tu Yao with a heavy palm, but it didn’t kill him. As a black-colored Corpse Qi swirled, Si Tu Yao retreated into the crowd and hacked out a mouthful of black blood, looking extremely feeble.

“Haha, Seventeenth Junior Brother, looks like you have no chance with this follower.” A youngster in a black gown laughed loudly, taking large strides forward. He then said, “I’m Bian Hao, the fourteenth disciple under the sect master.”

Pang Xiang Ming looked coldly at the youngster in black gown, and said, “Move away, he still owes me three forceful kowtows!”

“Youngster, do you really not want the ten quotas to leave the city?” Bai Yuan interrupted.