628 A Qilin?

The king corpse stood eerily still, while the severed head on the ground glanced at the onlookers, emanating a chilling aura that paralyzed everyone in fear.

Despite the grim appearance, with both hands and head severed, leaving only the legs standing in a pool of blood, the sight sparked greed in many eyes. Key members of the Sacred Heart Sect had fallen, leaving behind their riches for the taking.

Eyes darting amongst themselves, some began to approach the king corpse cautiously. Yet suddenly, severed limbs began to twitch and crawl toward the main body.

“Stop the Sacred Heart demon from regenerating!” someone cried.

Many responded, their energies pounding the ground, forming craters with every impact. From every direction, they charged, with majestic power now palpable. Illusions appeared behind them: fierce tigers, graceful leopards, towering trees, shimmering golden spears… revealing their origins.

Three martial artists, representing the three sects and six royal clans, approached cautiously. But as their powers were exposed, some turned on each other, splintering the united force.

Still, the king corpse was the focal point. As the attackers converged on it, the dismembered bones miraculously rejoined. Its body emanated an overwhelming force, reminiscent of a flower blooming or a torrential wave crashing. Unlike the illusions behind others, the shadow behind the king corpse merely rippled with chaotic energy.

Bang!

With a resonating crash, many attackers were repelled, coughing up blood. The king corpse, still intact, lightly tapped the ground, vanishing instantly. In the next breath, he reappeared beside a Qiongqi demon, readying a strike.

The man’s eyes widened in fear, swallowing what seemed like essence. His abdomen puffed up, and sharp, tiny spikes covered his skin.

But none of that mattered. The fist of the king corpse was just too formidable, punching right through him. The Qiongqi Clan demon withered, devoid of life, without even a drop of blood spilled.

In Pingwang’s secret realm, the conditions were vastly different from the spirit world. There was no eternal life here. Death was final.

The king corpse, like a shadow, swiftly moved amidst the crowd, causing panic and horror. His strength, even without the king’s force, was enough to decimate all. Be it blood refinement realm, bone pattern realm, or visceral prefecture realm, to the king corpse, they were all the same.

Soon, the king’s corpse was the only figure left in the spirit stone mine. Most had either fallen or fled to save their lives.

As things quieted down, the king corpse began his search, sifting through the remains of the goateed old man and the blood-soaked youth. He discovered more than ten jade bottles and some medicinal packets. Qin Huai, familiar with poisons, recognized the contents by smell.

Opening one of the bottles, a liquid drop zoomed out. The king corpse dodged it effortlessly. Suspended in the air, the droplet emitted a faint blood hue. Soon, the surrounding dead bodies started seeping out blood, which got attracted to this drop.

The king corpse infused a drop of his blood, feeling an immediate connection. He observed the droplet grow, and within moments, it transformed into a heart, blood vessels forming around it. Soon, it was encapsulated by a blood-red barrier.

“It’s the Sacred Heart Sect’s strange methods again,” Qin Huai thought, watching the growing blood egg.

After a short while, the blood egg reached a height of three meters. Sounds of cracking filled the air, and a clawed entity emerged. A creature with a mix of a dragon’s head, a deer-like body, and a tail reminiscent of an ox stepped out. Its entire being was covered in blood-colored fur.

The Sacred Heart Sect’s abilities amazed him. If they could craft a top-tier king realm puppet, couldn’t the eight royal clans do the same?