What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

"rise."

I uttered a single word, and my immense spiritual power instantly split in two.

The black bone needle shot out in response, drawing a strange arc in mid-air and piercing the two ghostly claws that attacked from the left with perfect precision.

As the needles and claws clashed, the lightning and fire power attached to the bone needles erupted instantly, blasting the ghost claw, which was formed from pure resentment, into nothingness.

At the same time, I snapped my right thumb.

"Zheng—"

A crisp, clear sound of a knife striking the ground echoed across the square.

The scalpel was drawn instantly.

Under the control of the Qi manipulation technique, I did not hold the willow-leaf dagger in my hand.

Instead, it seemed to come alive, transforming into a silver streak that rapidly circled my body, shredding the remaining three ghostly claws.

"Sword control?! No, it's controlling objects with qi!"

Upon seeing this scene, a look of shock flashed in the deep-set eyes of the thin old man, and the soul-summoning banner in his hand suddenly stopped.

"This kid's weird, second brother, don't hold back, crush him with all your might!"

"roar!"

No sooner had the thin old man finished speaking than the fat man let out a roar.

His muscles swelled up again as if inflated, and black, foul-smelling liquid seeped from the stitched wounds.

At this moment, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he completely abandoned his defenses. He opened his arms wide, like a giant iron clamp, and hugged me tightly.

If he were to hold you tightly now, even a body made of steel would be broken.

I looked at the fat man who was charging at me like a mad bear, but there was no fear in my eyes. Instead, I took the initiative to rush towards him.

Just as the two were about to collide, the flow of my malevolent energy suddenly changed.

At this moment, I fully activated my left hand, which had been modified by the self-sewage technique.

A force several times more violent than before surged from his left arm.

I sidestepped the fat man's bear hug from the front, and with my left hand, like an iron hook, I precisely gripped his thick right arm joint.

At the same time, the power of the Mountain-Shaking Force combined with the power of the Ghost Hand erupted without reservation at this moment.

"Snap!"

A chilling sound of bones cracking rang out.

I actually managed to break the fat man's seemingly indestructible arm.

The stark white bone fragments pierced the bluish-white skin, exposed to the air.

"ah--"

The fat man let out a piercing scream; the intense pain caused him to momentarily lose his senses.

Right now.

My eyes narrowed, and I instantly turned the willow-leaf blade that was in mid-air back, transforming it into a streak of light that slashed straight at the fat man's thick neck.

"Don't even think about it!"

The thin old man in the distance roared angrily, bit his tongue hard, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the soul-summoning banner.

Instantly, the banner expanded several times in size, transforming into a massive black shield that blocked the fat man's path.

"clang!"

The willow-leaf blade slashed fiercely at the black shield, producing a loud clang of metal striking metal, and was actually deflected.

This soul-summoning banner is clearly a very high-grade magical artifact.

However, I was not surprised.

It would be strange if two well-coordinated Dan Realm experts were killed so easily.

The instant the lancet was deflected, I used the recoil from breaking the fat man's arm to slide back several meters, increasing the distance between myself and the fat man.

During the glide, I held my right hand loosely in mid-air.

"Return."

The deflected scalpel traced an arc in the air before landing steadily in my hand.

I stood there, slightly out of breath.

His left arm was now experiencing a tearing pain because of the sudden burst of power that exceeded his limits.

However, the pain was still within a tolerable range thanks to the soothing coolness.

"Kid, you've completely enraged me!"

The fat man was panting heavily, staring intently at me with his only remaining left hand.

Even if it damages my foundation, I will tear you to pieces today!

The thin old man didn't speak, but the soul-summoning banner in his hand began to move without any wind.

The surrounding yin energy began to converge on him at a frantic speed, clearly brewing some extremely terrifying killing move.

I lowered my eyes and looked at the willow-leaf scalpel in my hand, which emitted a cold, eerie light.

The longer the process drags on, the more beneficial it will be for the rituals inside.

I can't waste any more time here with them.

At this moment, the evil core within my body had reached a critical point, but I did not take the opportunity to break through that barrier and activate the evil aura.

The sense of impending death I felt from that Shadow Sect assassin at Jinxiuyuan is still vivid in my memory.

Although the two people in front of him were troublesome when they joined forces, they were far inferior to him in terms of pure killing pressure.

The situation inside the City God Temple is completely unknown; it would be truly foolish to reveal all our secrets there.

However, I don't have time to spend here teaching them moves one by one.

Lu Yan and the others were still desperately resisting the paper doll army in the rear. Every second they delayed increased the uncertainty.

I took a deep breath of the cold air mixed with the smell of blood, and my left hand, which had been hanging naturally at my side, slowly reached towards my lower back.

There, close to his body, were two spare scalpels.

"Gentlemen, it seems things won't end well today."

I looked at the fat man with a face full of resentment and the thin old man with a sinister look in front of me, and spoke in a casual tone as if I were chatting with a neighbor.

"Then please, you two, prepare to die."

The moment the words left my mouth, the gentleness in my eyes was replaced by a cold sternness.

At this moment, his spiritual power poured out without reservation.

The raindrops, air currents, and even the flow of yin energy within a 30-meter radius were all clearly reflected in my mind.

"rise!"

I suddenly uttered a single word.

The two spare willow-leaf knives at my lower back instantly unsheathed and hovered on either side of my body.

Along with the black bone needles that had been hidden in the shadows, and the main sword I was gripping tightly in my right hand, four completely different killing intents locked onto the two people in front of me at the same time.

After breaking through to the Sha Dan realm, my spiritual power surged.

Dividing myself into controlling two throwing knives and a bone needle while simultaneously engaging in close combat is pushing me to my limits, but it's not impossible.

Upon seeing this, the thin old man's sunken eye sockets suddenly contracted.

He clearly hadn't expected that a young man who had just entered the Dan realm could project his spiritual power to such a terrifying degree.

He bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the summoning banner, and roared fiercely, "Second brother, stop him!"

"Leave it to me!"

The fat man roared, veins bulging on his ashen face.

Ignoring the excruciating pain of his broken right arm, he pounded his chest with his remaining left arm, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

His essence and blood instantly burned, transforming into a thick layer of blood-red armor covering his body.

His massive body came crashing down on me again, and with each step he took, the square floor cracked.

With a detached gaze, I charged straight at the fat man's powerful left fist.

To achieve a swift victory, one must pay a price.