"Hmph, I hope you're not lying to me!"
Corpse Sect's sect master scoffed and rushed towards the 19th level with greed in his eyes.
He had once heard from the Drought Demon that a Corpse King was suppressed in the Thunderclap Pagoda. It was an omnipotent existence before the great calamity of the Kunlun Ruins.
Later on, he was suppressed by the many saints of Kunlun Ruins and sealed in the Thunderclap Pagoda of Buddha Sect. For thousands of years, he was purified by dharma day and night.
Corpse King!
Such an existence had already surpassed the Drought Demon. Its battle prowess was comparable to a saint, and it could even tear a saint apart with its bare hands.
Once he obtained it, what was a mere Mad Southern Ye to him? Even that old b*stard from Purple Cap Mountain would be wary of him.
Right at this moment, the sect master suddenly felt a bone-piercing chill behind him.
At the next moment, a withered hand pierced through his back!
