Chapter 111 - The Young Master (2/2)

Despite his ponderous weight, Tong Shan’s attack had the same efficiency as that of a grandmaster. His fists sprung into action like a loaded spring being released. Bai Wuji gasped and bent backward to roll away from the danger.

“What is going on?”

Yu Wenjin exclaimed.

The brawny man was still engulfed by flame. Fire ate away his s.h.i.+rt and hair; however, when it met the man’s bronze colored flesh, it quickly died out due to lack of fuel. It was as if the brutish man’s skin was made out of implantable metal.

When Tong Shan reemerged from the fire, he looked more like a lifeless killing machine than human.

“This is the Young Master’s secret cadaver-refining art: Bronze Armored Cadaver. It was one of the three deadliest Cadaver-Refining art in China, along with the Iron Cadaver and the Blood Cadaver.”

Bai Wuji managed to pick himself up and said heavily.

“Bingo.”

The young master stood up and said: “Tong Shan used to be a powerful martial artist in southeast Asia. Years ago, he offended me, and in return, I have made him into a Bronze Armored Cadaver using my secret art.”

“Do you see his muscles? It’s not flesh under the skin, its pure bronze. I gave him immeasurable strength and nearly indestructible body. He knows no pain nor exhaustion and can fight for me forever. No ordinary martial artist can stand a chance against him. He would be a headache even for a Transcendent Master.”

So saying, he linked his hand behind his back and looked to Chen Fan.”What do you think now, Master Chen?”

Everyone’s heart sank after hearing the power of the giant freak.

He had poured melted bronze into a body and turned the cadaver into a walking killing machine.

This was the most morbid and terrible thing the crowd had ever heard.

Even Granny Snake started to doubt her decision of handing Xiao Jin over to such a s.a.d.i.s.tic man. Yu Wenjin leaned against Chen Fan to support herself as her legs trembled uncontrollably.

“What do you think, Master Chen?”

Bai Wuji was getting anxious. The fire bending skills were all that’s under his disposal. Since it was useless against the metal freak, he suddenly was not sure what to do next.

“It’s just a worthless cadaver-refining art. You are so full of yourself.”

Chen Fan snorted and then shook his head disdainfully.

He gently lifted his left arm, and suddenly a giant bone whip appeared out of thin air. Every section of the whip was made out of white jade. The bones wheezed in the hair as the whip-lash rolled over and withered like a python toward the Young Master.

In the blurred shadow of the sweeping whip, people could vaguely see a giant snake snarling at the sky.

“Dharma Artifact!”

The Young Master’s face paled.

He tapped the ground with the tip of his toe and flipped backward to get out of harm’s way. The ghostly old man was not so lucky before he knew what was going on, the whip had caught and sliced through his waist.

Tong Shan didn’t evade the attack either. He growled like a beast and crossed his arms to cus.h.i.+on the frontal blow.

“Kaboom!”

Tong Shan’s giant body flew into the air like baseball during a home run. It rammed into and through the wall, leaving a giant hole behind.

Everyone was stunned by the development.

Half of the courtyard was turned into rubble by Chen Fan’s one sweeping attack.

After the dust settled, everyone saw a large crack on the ground extending from under Chen Fan’s feet to the outside of the courtyard wall, where the Bronze Armored Cadaver was laying on the ground. Both arms of the Bronze Armored Cadaver were broken off from its body, and a large wound cut deeply into his metallic flesh from head to toe. However, the spell that bound the sorry soul to the bronze armored husk spurred the monster to get up but failing at each trial.

“This. This..”

Bai Wuji was rendered speechless.

Wasn’t Master Chen just an Internal Force user? How on earth could he have gotten such a powerful Dharma Artifact?

Tong Shan weighed over a few hundred kilos, and he was blown away by Chen Fan’s attack as a baseball would by a baseball bat. He estimated that the amount of force in Chen Fan’s attack should be enough to cut a big bus in half.

Zhang Ben eyes rounded and gaped at Chen Fan in disbelief. He watched as the Young Master who he had revered so much got his a.s.s kicked. Granny Snake started to wonder if she had placed her loyalty in the wrong place.

After a while, the Young Master finally gathered himself and seeing how badly his fighter was beaten, he threw his head back and shouted at the top of his lungs: “I will CRUSH you!”

Then he produced a bone flute and started blowing it.

“s.h.i.+t, stop him. right now!”

Bai Wuji’s face paled. He wanted to throw himself at the Young Master, but it was already too late. A long and archaic note came out from the flute, evoking a wave of howlings from countless phantoms in its wake.

Suddenly, dark clouds blotted the sun, and the courtyard was quickly engulfed by the Ghost Realm.

There they were: the March of a hundred Phantoms and the Gnawings of Ten Thousand Ghosts on full display.