So-called “Hundred-Refined Corpses” were nothing but the lowest-class corpse puppets around.

In the Nine Provinces of the Wilds, any sect of heretical cultivators with even the slightest power at their disposal disdained refining such sinister things; they were unfit for the public eye.

Su Yi merely glanced at the corpses before turning his attention toward the two people they had surrounded. “Who are they?”

“The grand elder of Kongtong Academy, Jiang Tanyun, and their second elder, Lu Zhangfeng,” Shen Jiusong answered immediately. “They’re both fourth-level Grandmasters, but Jiang Tanyun’s foundations are stronger. He’s ranked forty-seventh on the Great Zhou’s Grandmaster Leaderboards, and even some fifth-level Grandmasters are no match for him.”

Su Yi nodded.

The Four Realms of the Martial Dao were, after all, still within the confines of mortality.

Two people who looked like they had similar cultivations often had enormous differences in strength. The key difference lay in the depths of their foundations. 

“Young Lord Su, should we go lend a hand?” Shen Jiusong couldn’t help but ask.

Jiang Tanyun and Lu Zhangfeng were completely surrounded by hundred-refined corpses. Their plight was dire to the extreme. Worse, their...