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

"Torn to pieces?"

I wasn't moved in the slightest by his appearance. Instead, taking advantage of his unsteady footing, I pushed off and charged forward like a cheetah.

At the same time, I suddenly opened the black umbrella in my hand, blocking the several poisoned needles he flicked with his sleeve.

Immediately afterwards, I closed the umbrella and thrust forward, the movements all executed in one smooth motion.

The sharp tip of the umbrella, carrying a murderous aura, aimed straight for his throat.

"You scum who doesn't even spare the dead, you should worry about yourself first!"

My voice remained calm, but the force in my hands was enough to pierce through the wooden plank.

"court death!"

With a roar, the man with the yin-yang face advanced instead of retreating, his withered hand suddenly reaching out and grabbing the tip of my umbrella.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

A tooth-grinding scraping sound rang out.

Black smoke began to rise from his palm; it was my malevolent energy corroding his protective yin energy.

But he seemed to feel no pain; instead, he revealed a sinister smile.

"The murderous aura of a corpse stitcher? Interesting... Too bad, too green!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange red light flashed in his eyes.

The next second, I felt a tremendous force coming from the tip of the umbrella.

He actually flung me and the umbrella away with one hand!

I adjusted my posture in mid-air, pushed off with my feet from the pillars inside the hall, and landed steadily three meters away.

"rise!"

Instead of giving chase, Yin Yang Face formed a strange hand seal and slammed his hands down on the ground.

"Rumble..."

The floor of the main hall suddenly began to shake.

In the shadows on either side of the offering table, the two "statues" covered with red cloth that had been standing suddenly moved.

The red cloth slipped off.

Two zombies covered in green hair were revealed!

No, that wasn't a real zombie.

I squinted at the two "zombies'" blank stares and stiff joints.

That's a "corpse puppet".

It was forcibly created from living people, retaining their physical bodies from their previous lives, but having their souls extracted, leaving only puppets with the instinct to kill.

Moreover, judging from the color of the green fur, these two corpse puppets have been soaked in corpse poison for at least ten years, making their bodies as hard as iron and impervious to swords and spears.

"Go, tear him apart."

The man with the two-faced expression wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pointed at me menacingly, and said, "I'm going to skin him and make a human skin drum!"

"roar--!!!"

Two green-haired corpse puppets let out a roar, accompanied by a foul stench, and pounced on me from the left and right.

They were incredibly fast, not hopping and leaping like in the movies, but running on all fours like wild beasts, arriving in front of me in the blink of an eye.

The corpse puppet on the left was brandishing its green-furred claws, aiming straight for my face;

The one on the right was using a sweeping leg kick, trying to attack my lower body.

Their seamless teamwork suggests they've been meticulously trained.

"Is this your trump card?"

I snorted coldly and advanced instead of retreating.

The protective aura of malevolence erupts in full force!

A visible gray aura instantly enveloped my entire body, and my originally calm demeanor vanished, replaced by a malevolent aura a hundred times more ferocious than those two corpse puppets.

I am a corpse stitcher.

I deal with corpses every day, and the thing I'm least afraid of is dead objects!

"Get out of here!"

I gave a low shout and, instead of using the umbrella, threw a punch directly.

With this punch, I used the technique of penetrating bone force, compressing the murderous aura into a single point and unleashing it instantly.

"Bang!"

I slammed my fist hard into the chest of the corpse puppet on my left.

There was a crisp "snap" sound.

The seemingly invulnerable green-haired corpse puppet had a large dent in its chest.

Immediately afterwards, he was thrown back as if hit by a truck, flying five or six meters before crashing heavily against the wall, unable to get up for a long time.

As for the corpse puppet on the right that was attacking my lower body, I didn't even look at it. I simply raised my foot and stomped down hard.

"Snap!"

The kick landed precisely on its knee joint.

The sound of bones cracking sends chills down your spine.

The corpse puppet's leg instantly bent backward, causing it to lose its balance and fall to the ground, where it could only frantically scratch and roar.

"Is that all you've got?"

I withdrew my fist, gently blew off the green fuzz on it, and looked up at the two-faced man, my gaze sharp as a knife. "Next, it's your turn."

Before I could finish speaking, I had already rushed toward Yin Yang Face.

The best way to deal with a sorcerer who manipulates spirits and casts spells from the shadows is to give him no chance to catch his breath or create distance.

Once I get close, he won't be able to use any of his tricks.

"Don't come any closer!"

Yin Yang Face clearly hadn't expected me to deal with the corpse puppet so quickly.

I never expected that the malevolent aura emanating from me would be so intense.

In his terror, his half-human, half-ghost face contorted into a grimace, and his hands frantically rummaged through his sleeves.

"Heavenly Net, Earthly Trap, Yin Sha, obey my command! Explode!"

He suddenly flung out a handful of black talismans.

The talismans spontaneously combusted in mid-air, turning into more than a dozen green will-o'-the-wisps that rushed towards me.

But I kept walking, without even making a dodging motion.

A moment later, those seemingly terrifying will-o'-the-wisps collided with my protective aura.

Upon impact, the will-o'-the-wisp merely caused me to pause briefly before being extinguished by the malevolent energy emanating from my body.

The next second, I was already standing in front of the two-faced man.

Yin Yang's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his withered, ghostly claw, trying to grab my throat.

However, I was faster than him.

My left hand shot out swiftly and grabbed his wrist.

Without hesitation, I exerted all my strength!

Immediately, a crisp sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the hall.

"ah--!!!"

The man with the yin-yang face snapped instantly, but his scream was choked back by a punch from me.

I used 70% of my strength in this punch, and it landed directly on his lower abdomen, specifically his dantian.

That is where the vital energy of cultivators resides.

After a muffled thud, Yin Yang Face curled up into a shrimp-like shape, his eyeballs almost bulging out.

The yin energy within his body was instantly dispersed. After spitting out a mouthful of black blood, he deflated like a punctured balloon and instantly became listless.

But I didn't stop.

When people in the industry fight to this extent, they are basically mortal enemies.

Since they are mortal enemies, their ability to resist must be completely eliminated.

I took a step forward, and with my right hand, I transformed my palm into a knife, and slashed hard at his right shoulder blade.

"Snap!"

Another crisp sound.

Now, his two arms are completely useless, and he can forget about ever performing hand seals or casting spells again.

"You...you're a madman...who are you?!"

Yin Yang Face collapsed to the ground, staring at me in terror as if I were a ferocious beast in human skin.

"A madman? I'm just a corpse stitcher."

I looked down at him calmly and said, "Compared to you turning living people into corpse puppets and digging out the hearts of the dead to perform evil magic, what I did can be considered doing good deeds."