Martial Master

"Reanimating the dead?"

Qin Chen narrowed his eyes, gripping the hilt of the mysterious rusty sword tightly.

At this moment, the two black-clad figures had just killed two disciples from the Mist Hidden Sect and the Returning Origin Sect. They leaped down and landed on the ground, their emotionless, pupil-less eyes coldly staring at the crowd.

The two stood side by side, each holding their own treasured weapon. Infinite gloomy aura erupted from them, freezing everything around.

"Everyone, be careful!" Shang Wuji's face turned white with fear. He no longer had any thoughts of plundering the treasures from the stone coffin and quickly returned to the group.

"Who on earth are these people? Could they be ancient warriors buried here after dying?"

"How is that possible? The things here are at least tens of thousands of years old. People who died tens of thousands of years ago can't possibly be revived! This goes against the Great Dao and is impossible according to heavenly principles," a Martial Emperor from the Mist Hidden Sect exclaimed in terror.

"Tens of thousands of years? Even if they were powerful Nine Heavens Martial Emperors, they should only have decayed corpses left. These people don't look like Nine Heavens Martial Emperors at all."

"Then what could it be?"

"Perhaps these individuals are indeed warriors from tens of thousands of years ago, but they used some special means to preserve themselves until now, giving off this kind of feeling," Shang Wuji murmured.

"Hiss! Then what method could it be?" someone nearby spoke in fear.

"Stop chatting! Quickly save Elder Yue and Elder Wei!" a disciple from the Returning Origin Sect said anxiously. At this moment, the other two black-clad figures had their hands pressed against the heads of Wei Xingguang and Yue Zhongkui. Both men looked pained, with black streams of energy writhing across their faces like serpents, looking extremely grotesque and terrifying, as if performing some kind of evil ritual.

"Useless, there's no saving them. Their souls have already perished; they should be in the process of being possessed by these two black-clad figures. Even if we save them, they wouldn't be themselves anymore," Qin Chen suddenly said, his expression calm all along.

"Possessed? What do you mean?" a martial artist from the Returning Origin Sect asked in horror. "That can't be! These black-clad figures look completely lifeless, like objects without vitality. They have no true essence or any other energy, just this freezing gloomy aura. They must have been sealed in that coffin by some evil secret technique. Although they have died, their life force hasn't extinguished, and after tens of thousands of years of nurturing, they have merged with the gloomy aura to become a different kind of being. To say possession is somewhat exaggerated," Shang Wuji said solemnly.

"Oh? Master Shang knows so much? Do you perhaps recognize these black-clad figures?" Qin Chen glanced at him with a smirk.

"Young Hero Qin, you jest. This is my first time here; how could I have seen these fellows before?" Shang Wuji shook his head.

"Then Master Shang's luck is quite good, finding a stone coffin that hasn't been opened."

"What do you mean by that, Young Hero Qin?" Shang Wuji's expression darkened. "Are you doubting me?"

"Doubting you? I don't have that luxury; I just want to see what these guys are really about."

Qin Chen scoffed, stepping forward. The mysterious rusty sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and with a single swing, a sword ray flew towards one of the black-clad figures.

Pfft!

It was unclear whether the black-clad figure reacted too slowly or if Qin Chen's attack was too fast, but the sword ray accurately struck the figure's chest, tearing a nearly foot-long gash. From the wound, a hazy gloomy aura emanated, but blood did not splatter out.

"He restored!"

Ji Ruyue murmured.

Everyone looked at the black-clad figure's wound. There, the hazy gloomy aura transformed into flesh and blood, restoring the wound to the point where it left no trace externally. The black-clad figure looked down at his chest, as if Qin Chen's sword ray had awakened his consciousness. Then, he let out a long howl towards the sky, the sound echoing like a ghost's wailing, an invisible sound wave spreading towards Qin Chen and the others.