My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

"It's alright, we don't need it to deal with this thing yet."

However, Ye Qingfeng knew very well that he didn't have a natal spirit sword; he had picked up this Taoist robe!

"Huh...uh...humans..."

The Corpse King's throat bobbed, producing intermittent, hoarse syllables that sounded like two pieces of rusted iron rubbing together.

It had devoured part of the evil cultivator's memories and spirituality, and was now able to barely speak human language. Although the speech was awkward and jarring, it only added to the eeriness and terror.

Its blood-gold pupils first locked onto Chi Yangzi, whose breath was unsteady and whose mouth was stained with blood. Its gaze was filled with undisguised contempt and hunger.

Chi Yangzi leaned against the rock wall, suppressing the churning blood and qi within his body and the corpse poison corroding his shoulder. His expression was extremely solemn.

Just now, he used all his strength to unleash the Five Elements Orthodox Method, yet he couldn't even truly shake the Corpse King's defenses; its dark golden body was more sturdy than anyone could imagine.

Seeing that the Corpse King could actually speak, their hearts sank even further.

This means that it is no longer a mindless, inanimate object, but a malevolent spirit with considerable intelligence, making it even more difficult to deal with!

The Corpse King slowly turned its neck, its gaze sweeping over Chi Yangzi before finally landing on Ye Qingfeng, who had been standing quietly to one side the whole time, dressed in simple blue robes.

Compared to Chi Yangzi's "activity," this human aura was more obscure and reserved, making it instinctively feel a sense of elusiveness.

"Insects... disturb... this king... awakens..."

The Corpse King's voice was hoarse, yet it carried a condescending arrogance.

"To become...my...food...is...an honor for you..."

Before it finished speaking, a faint golden light flared around it, and with a single step, the bluestone on the ground cracked!

He completely ignored the injured Chi Yangzi and rushed straight towards Ye Qingfeng!

With ghostly speed, the stench it brought was almost suffocating, and the giant claw covered in dark gold keratin and swirling with black and red corpse energy slashed down.

They are determined to tear this seemingly "quiet" threat apart first!

"Senior, be careful!" Upon seeing this, Chi Yangzi disregarded his injuries and forcefully activated his magic power.

A spell combining "True Flame of Separation" and "Geng Metal Sharpness" blasted towards the Corpse King's side, attempting to help Ye Qingfeng out of trouble.

However, the Corpse King didn't even look at it, and casually swept his other arm backward.

With a loud "bang," the combined spell was shattered, and the momentum did not diminish. The giant claw was already three feet above Ye Qingfeng's head!

Chi Yangzi's heart was in his throat!

At that critical moment, Ye Qingfeng finally made his move.

He did not dodge, but simply raised his eyes slightly, calmly meeting the ferocious giant claw that was grabbing at him.

It was as if what I saw was not a deadly attack, but a falling withered leaf.

At the same time, he raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together in a sword-like gesture, without pointing at any specific weapon.

He simply gestured casually towards the empty space beside him.

"Clang!"

In a corner of the cave, there is an ancient bronze sword, its entire body rusted and only half of its blade remaining, stuck diagonally next to a broken shield.

As if awakened by an invisible sword intent, it let out a trembling cry of unwillingness to succumb!

The sword vibrated violently, and the rust spots peeled off, revealing the dark and ancient bronze material underneath.

A fierce and resolute aura of battlefield ferocity arose in response!

The broken sword flew at the fingertips, transforming into a sharp and resolute bronze light, striking first despite being struck later.

With unparalleled precision, it stabbed into the palm of the Corpse King's giant claw—the relatively thinner part of the dark gold color!

This sword strike was faster than lightning, with a treacherous trajectory and a sharpness that could pierce through anything!

The Corpse King's blood-gold pupils narrowed slightly, seemingly not expecting the opponent to react so quickly and for the sword light to be so swift.

But it had absolute confidence in its defense, neither dodging nor avoiding, and its giant claws moved even faster, as if it wanted to use its claws to directly confront the sword's edge!

"bite--!!!"

A sharp, ear-piercing clang, far exceeding the ordinary sound of metal clashing, exploded in the underground cave!

Sparks flew like fireworks at the point where the claws and swords clashed!

The bronze sword light clashed fiercely with the dark gold claws!

The sword light was sharp and pierced through the dark gold keratin in the Corpse King's palm!

However, it only penetrated less than half an inch before being firmly resisted by an incredibly tough force containing immense corpse energy, making it impossible to advance any further!

The Corpse King's claw attack was thwarted, causing it to pause slightly.

Ye Qingfeng pointed his sword again, and the broken bronze sword emitted an unwilling hum, its sword energy surging forth, attempting to penetrate deeper.

"Crunch..." A teeth-grinding scraping sound rang out as the sword tip painstakingly pushed forward a tiny bit into the dark gold keratin.

It brought up a trail of dark red and blackish blood, but then, the muscles in the Corpse King's palm suddenly bulged, and a flash of dark golden light appeared!

"Snap!"

The already damaged bronze sword could not withstand the enormous force, and the tip of the sword shattered!

The sword light let out a mournful cry and suddenly dissipated, the broken sword itself flying back.

With a clatter, it fell to the ground at Ye Qingfeng's feet, completely destroyed.

On the palm of the Corpse King's giant claw, there was only a small wound about half an inch deep, slightly oozing black blood.

Compared to its enormous size and terrifying defense, it is almost negligible.

The dark gold muscles at the wound site were even twitching slightly, as if they were showing signs of healing on their own!

"Heh...heh hahaha..."

The Corpse King retracted its claws, glanced down at the shallow mark on its palm, and blood-gold flames danced in its eyes.

It emitted intermittent, mocking, hoarse laughter.

"A sword? Ordinary iron... dares to harm... my golden body? Ant... your sword... is too dull!"

Its dark golden light intensified, and the shallow marks on its palm began to recede at a visible speed.

That sword strike, though unexpectedly sharp and actually managed to break through its proud defenses, was nothing more than that.

This minor injury, which is nothing more than a mosquito bite to it, only fuels its deeper ferocity and playfulness.

Chi Yangzi, who was watching from the side, saw this clearly and became even more anxious.

Even Senior Ye, wielding the ancient sword, could only achieve this much? Just how sturdy is this Corpse King's physical body?

Could it really be the prototype of the legendary "Golden Corpse"?

The Corpse King shook its head smugly, then approached Ye Qingfeng step by step again, hissing.

"Human... what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? There aren't many ancient swords left here... I'd like to see... how many more you can pull out?"

It was quite intelligent and had already discerned that Ye Qingfeng seemed to be able to control the ancient weapons that remained in this place, but the number was obviously limited.

Despite the Corpse King's mockery and relentless pressure, Ye Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged.

He even looked down at the completely ruined bronze sword at his feet, then looked up again.

Calmly gaze at the Corpse King's eyes, which flickered with blood-gold flames and were filled with cruelty and mockery.

Then, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice clear and melodious like a spring, flowing clearly through the eerie cave.

It is devoid of any worldly concerns, yet it seems to contain some undeniable universal truth:

"Not even one sword strike."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the dark golden luster flowing around the Corpse King.