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Chapter 930: Tiger Corpse Intrusion
"Hoohoo, what kind of monster is this?"

The one who spoke was Zheng Feixiong and his group of powerful warriors. The monster they were talking about was actually that 'young man'.

When this person first appeared, he was just a reckless young man, but at the level of a martial artist.

Although he was strong and brave, and his lethality was even comparable to that of a strong warrior in his early days, they were quickly captured alive due to their large numbers and combined strength.

As a result, during the torture, a strange thing happened. In full view of everyone, the young man disappeared out of thin air, like a drop of water evaporating, without leaving any trace.

Just when everyone was wondering, 'he' appeared again, looking like a young man who had ascended to the first level.

In one encounter, Huo Xiangui, a strong warrior of the second level, had two rows of ribs broken by the young man's fist and his lower abdomen was kicked to pieces.

This guy is so fierce, like a mad bull elephant, charging around and invincible.

Finally, it was Zheng Feixiong who stepped in and subdued the young man by breaking his neck with the move "Evil Tiger Devouring Corpse".

A strange scene happened again. The young man disappeared on the spot under the siege of the crowd.

Looking at the strong warriors again, each of them had injuries on their bodies. They looked for each other to confirm that the young man was not a puppet, nor an illusion, but a real living person of flesh and blood. The collision of fists, feet, qi and blood were all real.

"Zheng Feixiong, do you know what kind of monster he is?"

"Yes, it is neither a demon nor a ghost, neither a puppet nor an illusion. One moment it is still a living person, able to fight and kill, and the next moment it turns into a wisp of smoke and disappears without a trace."

"But the wounds on our bodies did not disappear. What's going on?"

Strong warriors began to complain one after another, saying that this place was too weird.

Zheng Feixiong said dissatisfiedly, "What are you talking about? Did I invite you here?"

"As the saying goes, you can't get a tiger cub without risking it. If you want to be rich, you must take great risks. Which of you didn't come here to become a martial saint? If you think it's dangerous, don't come."

The surroundings were quiet for a while before someone spoke up, "But, from just now till now, we haven't seen Zhou You and Liu Jinguo, where did they go?"

"Yes, yes, there is no trace at all, just like the man just now evaporated into thin air!"

Zheng Feixiong was unsure. At this rate, he was afraid that his true financial situation would be exposed.

"How dare you, evil thief, trespass into my territory? Prepare to die!"

here we go again……

The young man jumped out of the darkness and swung his fist. The strong man had no time to dodge and was punched through the chest. The force exploded along the wound and broke his body, killing him on the spot.

Someone is dead, someone is dead!
Zheng Feixiong wiped his sleeves and pulled out a long, narrow golden knife. "What are you still standing there for? Kill!"

……

"Tiger corpse, stop harboring illusions!"

It’s still the underground space of the temple, and this is already the third wave of people.

This group of people followed Zheng Feixiong and others and also saw the words on the base of the statue.

It has to be said that the temptation to become a Martial Saint is too great, so great that one would go down and find out for oneself even at the risk of risk.

Among them is the ancestor of Dayin Mountain, the tiger corpse of the eighth heaven.

Also, the one who was talking to the tiger corpse at this moment was one of the famous late-stage powerful warriors in the north, 'Melon Man' Qiu Demian.

Qiu Demian once married a noble lady from Bei Xuanzhu, but later divorced her because of incompatibility.

This action undoubtedly made Bei Xuan Zhu lose face. Logically, there would be revenge, but this Gua Weng has survived until now.

Well, he is a sixth-level warrior, but he has mastered the secret technique of dividing and combining forces, which is comparable to the strength of the seventh level.

Because he was confident, he was also confident in speaking to the tiger corpse in the eighth heaven. "The messengers from the south are coming one after another. You have no other choice. You must know where your life came from."

Qiu Demian's voice was stern, and his tone was totally unlike that of an ordinary lone warrior.

"Perhaps you still hope that Yan Baihu will continue, but Zheng Feixiong has emerged as a new force and has firmly grasped the Dayin Mountain lineage."

"The caves in the north are also blocked. You can only go forward and not backward!"

Qiu Diemian glanced at the dark surroundings and said, "In this damn place, do you really think there is a hope for you to become a martial saint?"

Tiger Corpse replied in a muffled voice, "Even if you talk a lot, I'm not the type to sit and wait for death. If I encounter any hope, I will always try my best. Also, pay attention to what's behind you when you talk next time!"

The next moment, thunder and lightning arose from the ground, and a sharp and fierce electric current suddenly appeared and hit Qiu Demian's back.

The sudden attack was as powerful as that at the peak of the sixth level.

Qiu Demian was also quite capable. His attack came very fast and very close, almost touching his back in the blink of an eye.

He used his boxing skills to save himself, and did not forget to expose the other party's identity, "Mu Leizheng, you actually colluded with Tiger Corpse, have you considered whether you are qualified to be involved in this storm?"

As he spoke, Qiu Demian activated his most secret technique, the 'Fire Palace Three-Chain Technique', and instantly switched from the role of being attacked to the role of besieging the uninvited guests from different directions.

Everywhere in the sky, on the ground, and in all directions, there were Qiu Demian's fists, palms, kicks, and weapons.

This is his unique skill that made him famous. His boxing skills are differentiated as he wished, but they all lead to the same result. One person can deliver the momentum of thousands of troops.

The strong female warrior Wu Mu Lei Zheng who suddenly attacked him, holding two weapons condensed from thunder, frowned slightly.

Her realm was the fifth level of powerful martial arts, slightly inferior to Qiu Demian. Even when she used all her strength, she was still unable to shake the other party.

"Roar!"

The tiger corpse attacked. Qiu Demian, who had been able to handle the situation with ease, turned pale. He could not hold out for more than two rounds before being bitten in half by the tiger corpse. He fell to the ground and was still struggling and threatening.

"Hu Shi, Mu Lei Zheng, you are all done for. The evil demon will not let you go!"

It turns out that Qiu Demian is actually a flatterer.

He had barely finished speaking when only half of his body remained, and without a bolt of lightning to smash his head, he was completely dead.

Mu Leizheng slowly descended, her toes stopping just before touching the bottom. Her face was rather cold, and the two wings of thunder behind her emitted a fluctuating and flickering blue light, which made her look even colder.

"One step to another level of heaven, this is definitely not the remains of the Earth Sect?"

Tiger Corpse analyzed that although his realm had dropped, he was once a master-level powerhouse.

“Haha, even if they are the Earth Sect or the Human Sect, they may not have the ability to create things out of thin air and transform into flesh and blood out of thin air!”

"Mu Leizheng, you and I are lucky. The words on the base are not fake. This may really be the remains of the Martial Saint."

"Your strength is limited, just follow me!"

The tiger corpse looked at the dark road ahead, his eyes emitting a piercing light. "It is hard to say. My hope of breaking free from the shackles and regaining my original strength lies in this land."

"..."

Mu Leizheng's expression remained cold and indifferent. She did not speak a word. Thunderous light flashed twice on her body, and there was a crackling sound, as if in response to the tiger corpse.

The tiger and the other man walked towards the darkness, then shouted in hatred of evil, "How can this be justified? How dare you come to provoke us? Where do you come from?"

This time, a middle-aged man jumped out, exuding the aura of a master.

(End of this chapter)