Taoist Jing Xuan's Flying Sword shot straight towards the Corpse King.
Above the stone chamber, the Corpse King saw a blur of green charging at him.
He sneered and extended a hand.
To catch the Flying Sword with his palm.
Taoist Jing Xuan's Flying Sword pierced the palm of the Corpse King.
Instantly, there was a sensation as if it had struck stone or metal.
It couldn't even pierce through the top layer of the Corpse King's skin.
This Corpse King had flesh tougher than that of a Flying Zombie.
A Spirit Sword could still harm a Flying Zombie.
But in the eyes of the Corpse King, the Spirit Sword was as negligible as a toy.
Even if he stood still, Taoist Jing Xuan's Flying Sword couldn't hurt him in the slightest.
Such was the Wind Ba, the Corpse King!
"Crackle!"
Just then, from behind the Corpse King, a bolt of lightning struck across the sky.
The lightning hit the flesh of the Corpse King.
Instantly, the back of the Corpse King was charred.
