"Sword Qi River!"
Jing Shui raised the bamboo rod, transforming myriad sword qi into a river that completely submerged Yang Shenwu.
With a bang, bright red blood exploded with a strong stench.
Retracting the bamboo rod, Jing Shui frowned at the remaining flesh of Yang Shenwu, feeling that something was off about him, not just Yang Shenwu, but also Zhang Xian whom he killed earlier and those Blood Puppets, all made him feel very peculiar.
"What's wrong with him?" Jing Shui asked.
Yue E approached him with a pale complexion, her voice still chilling as she said: "This is a technique of the Unpredictable Ghost Sect, turning people into Blood Corpse Puppets and Ghost Soldiers."
"Ghost Soldiers?" Jing Shui was still puzzled.
"Yes, planting Divine Soul Restrictions in the Sea of Consciousness, then tempering the body with Blood Evil Qi and Evil Qi. Although this can enhance physique and strength, as you can see, they've lost the edge of Martial Artists!" Yue E explained.
