The Imperial Mausoleum.
'If I keep digging...'
'I might just dig up a Grandmaster from the Great Yu Dynasty.'
'That way,'
'with a Grandmaster-level refined corpse, I could go anywhere under the heavens. Why would I need to wear myself out for some so-called ancestor?'
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Inside the secret chamber, three Peak Corpse Refining specimens clashed relentlessly with Su Chen, seeming to slowly force him into a corner.
Su Chen tested them and found they were indeed at the Peak level.
These refined corpses had bodies as tough as black iron and were incredibly fast. They even retained their mortal instincts, to the point where they could barely manifest their True Intent.
One Sword Intent, and two Sword Intents.
All at the Perfection level.
A Perfect True Intent is the mark of a First-Grade Peak.
It was simply unheard-of.
「During the Liang Dynasty.」
He had encountered Corpse Refining techniques before.
They were in the possession of the Little Emperor.
