But Chen Mu merely shook his head.
Then,
he leaped up, abruptly swinging his blade.
The Golden Corpse moved fast, not attacking Chen Mu, but instead immediately placing its thick arms, emanating a faint golden luster, in front of its neck and head, shielding its vital parts.
Yet, Chen Mu's expression remained unchanged. In the depths of his eyes, amid that pitch darkness, a breeze emerged, gently attaching itself to the blade of the Fine Iron Knife. In an instant, amidst a whirlwind, a flash of lightning appeared, illuminating his eyes and causing a streak of lightning to spread rapidly amidst the mingling breezes on the blade.
A Startling Wind-Thunder blade!
Hisss!
The combined forces of wind and thunder passed by in a flash.
Chen Mu's figure swept past the Golden Corpse, appearing directly behind it, continuing towards the desiccated figure.
Behind him,
