93: Chapter 93 The Dharma Form Manifests Its Power, the Azure Dragon Devours the Corpse, Terrifying the Enemy

A trace of mockery flashed in Jiu Wuming's eyes as he lightly waved his withered claws.

The thirty-six Ice Corpses suddenly changed direction, surrounding Gu Han completely.

"Boy, offer up your essence blood."

"This Envoy can let bygones be bygones and allow you to continue serving the Holy Sect."

"Otherwise, the Blood God Seal within your body will erupt."

Afterward, he looked at Yang Qianjue smugly.

"Commander Yang, you didn't expect this, did you!"

"Tonight, none of you will escape!"

The eerie blue ice crystals in the eye sockets of the Ice Corpses suddenly shot out like ten thousand arrows fired at once.

Yang Qianjue let out a furious roar, his saber technique like a mad dragon emerging from the sea, shattering all the incoming ice crystals.

However, those shattered ice crystals transformed into tiny ice needles, stabbing in from all directions.

"Puh!"

A Zhenwu Guard failed to dodge in time and was pierced through the forehead by an ice needle, instantly turning into an ice sculpture.

Gu Han's figure was like lightning as he took seven Heavenly Prison Steps, each step leaving a charred footprint on the ice.

He suddenly pressed his fingers together like a sword, pointing toward the forehead of an Ice Corpse.

"Buzz!"

The Buddhist light of the Great Sun Vajra Body suddenly erupted, shattering that Ice Corpse into pieces.

But from the shattered Ice Corpse, a wisp of black gas drifted out, lunging straight for Gu Han's face.

"Watch out!"

Yang Qianjue suddenly shouted, his saber light slashing toward that wisp of black gas like a bolt of silk.

"Clang!"

Amidst the sound of clashing metal, the black gas was sliced into two, but they transformed into two hideous ghostly faces, lunging at Gu Han and Yang Qianjue respectively.

Gu Han's pupils constricted as the heavenly prison chains inside him vibrated frantically.

The moment that ghostly face touched his skin, the Dragon Shadow Dharma Idol behind him suddenly emerged and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Hmm?"

A flash of surprise crossed Jiu Wuming's eyes.

"I underestimated you."

"However, this is only the beginning!"

He grabbed at the Void Realm with his withered claws, and twelve blood-colored vortexes suddenly exploded.

Countless Blood-thread Worms surged out like a tide, instantly staining the entire street blood-red.

"Retreat!"

Yang Qianjue swung his saber to create a Protective Aura barrier, only to see the Blood-thread Worms wrapping around it like living creatures, constantly corroding it.

"Commander, it's not too late to retreat now!"

Zhao Zheng suddenly appeared behind Yang Qianjue, his long saber pressed against the center of Yang Qianjue's back.

"As long as you hand over control of the black tortoise spirit armor, your subordinate can guarantee your life!"

Yang Qianjue's face turned ashen as he roared furiously.

"Zhao Zheng!"

"You dare betray the Zhenwu Division!"

"The Zhenwu Division has not treated you poorly!"

Zhao Zheng sneered.

"I, Zhao Zheng, have always hated evil and have risked my life for the Zhenwu Division for over a decade. What have I gained?"

"In the end, my entire family died at the hands of my enemies. What could the Imperial Court do for me?"

"In the end, the Zhenwu Division only gave me a mere few hundred taels in compensation."

"With a Zhenwu Division like this, and an Imperial Court like this, what is there left worth risking my life for?"

"Betrayal is out of the question."

"I am merely a fine bird choosing a better tree to perch in!"

"Lord Jiu Wuming promised me that once this is done, I will be in charge of the Zhenwu Division!"

Gu Han was watching with great interest from the side when he suddenly felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.

He spun around abruptly to find three Ice Corpses had closed in behind him at some point, their withered claws like blades, stabbing toward his back.

"Qiang!"

Amidst the sound of clashing metal, a layer of dark-gold Buddhist light suddenly appeared on Gu Han's body to block them.

When the withered claws of the three Ice Corpses struck the Buddhist light, they actually produced bursts of sparks.

"This... this is..."

Jiu Wuming's pupils constricted, and a flash of greed appeared in his eyes.

"What a strong Physical Body."

"You actually cultivated the Great Compassion Temple's Great Sun Vajra Body Refining Art."

A cruel smile curled Gu Han's lips as the Dragon Pearl inside his body rotated frantically.

"Old dog, you've got quite a sharp eye!"

He suddenly let out a loud shout, and the Dragon Shadow Dharma Idol behind him solidified instantly, swallowing the three Ice Corpses into its belly in one gulp.

"Boom!"

A series of explosions sounded from within the Dragon Shadow Dharma Idol, but it roared toward the sky, its sound waves like a tide, shattering all the surrounding Blood-thread Worms.

"Impossible!"

"You are actually a Dharma Aspect Realm expert?"

Jiu Wuming's expression changed drastically.

Then, his face darkened as he growled.

"Even if you are in the Dharma Aspect Realm, it's impossible for you to completely refine the Profound Ice Fiend Corpses!"

"Boy, the corpse poison entering your body doesn't feel good, does it!"

"Jie jie."

"Heaven is helping me."

"With this Physical Body of yours, This Envoy will surely be invincible."

Gu Han stretched his muscles and bones, feeling the surging power within his body.

"Thanks to your Ice Corpses, my Dharma Aspect has progressed further."

He suddenly took a step forward, and the ground instantly exploded with countless cracks.

"Now, it's my turn!"

With the Heavenly Prison Steps, his figure appeared before Jiu Wuming like a phantom.

"You..."

Jiu Wuming's face changed abruptly. He grabbed at the Void Realm, and the twelve blood-colored vortexes suddenly merged, transforming into a blood-colored barrier.

"Qiang!"

Gu Han's fist slammed into the barrier, producing the sound of clashing metal.

Unfortunately, this punch condensed fifty percent of Gu Han's power; how could a mere Heavenly Human Realm expert resist it?

The sound of "cracking" echoed from the barrier.

Countless cracks continued to spread.

In the blink of an eye, Gu Han arrived in front of Jiu Wuming.

Just as Gu Han was about to strike the killing blow...

Jiu Wuming's figure twisted like a phantom, actually transforming into thousands of blood shadows that scattered and fled.

"Thinking of leaving?"

Gu Han's five fingers formed a claw, and the chains wrapped around the Dragon Shadow Dharma Idol chased through the air.

However, the moment they touched the blood shadows, they were corroded into wisps of green smoke.

"Jie jie jie..."

Jiu Wuming's true body appeared thirty feet away, his withered claws pressing against the ground.

"Blood Prison Soul-Devouring Formation, activate!"

Twelve blood-colored runes suddenly appeared on the ground, trapping Gu Han and Yang Qianjue in a cage.

The Zhenwu Guards discovered in horror that their blood was frantically surging out through the gaps in their armor, turning into a river of blood that flowed into the Formation's eye.

"Commander, save me!"

The scream of a Thousand-Man Commander stopped abruptly as he turned into a dried corpse and collapsed.

Yang Qianjue's eyes were wide with rage as the black tortoise spirit armor radiated a deep blue light, forcibly stabilizing the Qi and blood in his body.

"Iron Pillar Wang! This old dog is devouring essence blood to reconstruct his body!"

"As long as you help me kill this scoundrel,"

"My Zhenwu Division can invite you to be an Enshrined Expert!"

"All past matters will be forgiven!"

Gu Han paid no attention to Yang Qianjue's words.

At this moment, he stared at the wriggling blood lines at the edge of the Formation and suddenly laughed softly.

"So you were already being backlashed by the Profound Ice Fiend Corpses?"

His fingertip lightly tapped the ground, and the corroded chain fragments suddenly shot up, piercing into Jiu Wuming's seven major acupoints.

"You... how did you know?"

Jiu Wuming's pupils constricted, and his withered body suddenly swelled, with countless ice crystal edges bulging under his skin.

"Because your blood... is too cold."

The Dragon Shadow Dharma Idol behind Gu Han roared toward the sky, and dark-gold chains penetrated the blood Formation, tying Jiu Wuming up like a zongzi.

"Just like those Ice Corpses."

Yang Qianjue took the opportunity to swing his saber, but the blade got stuck three inches from Jiu Wuming's neck, unable to advance an inch.

The defense of the Profound Ice Fiend Corpses had been activated!

"Move!"

Gu Han pressed his fingers like a sword onto the back of Yang Qianjue's saber. The Buddhist light of the Great Sun Vajra Body and the ancient aura of the Azure Dragon Dharma Idol erupted simultaneously.

Only a crisp "crack" was heard as Jiu Wuming's protective ice armor shattered completely.

"No!"

Jiu Wuming let out an inhuman scream as his body withered at a visible rate.

But just as the blade was about to sever his head, he suddenly revealed a bizarre smile.