“Achoo!”

Qiao Yu suddenly sneezed, and a very bad premonition arose in his heart.

Just a short while ago, the Mechanical Empress had told him that she could no longer sense her clone at all.

This also meant that the clone had died.

Qiao Yu couldn't help but worry. Could something have happened to the Scholar Ghost as well?

However, Qiao Yu didn't dare to act rashly at the moment, because he had already entered the Holy Tower with Dong Feng, preparing to meet the so-called Holy Body.

Inside the Holy Tower, Qiao Yu sensed far more than three fluctuations of semi-divine level power.

This also meant that within this nine-story Holy Tower, there were at least three semi-divine beings!

This was just the visible strength; who knew how many hidden powerhouses there were in the shadows.

Everything would have to wait until he met the so-called Holy Body first!

"Brother Shi Yan, don't be afraid. The Holy Body is quite easy to talk to. As long as you are respectful and don't anger him, everything will be fine."

Seeing Qiao Yu's frown, Dong Feng thought he was scared and reached out to pat Qiao Yu's shoulder.

"Thank you, Brother Dong Feng. I definitely will." Qiao Yu showed a smile.

The group continued to climb up the Holy Tower, and finally, at the very top, they saw Zu Zhengyang sitting on the throne.

Zu Zhengyang was playing with a wine glass in his hand, the light red liquid inside gently swirling with his movements.

"Greetings, Holy Body!"

When Dong Feng and the others saw Zu Zhengyang, they immediately began to salute respectfully.

However, Zu Zhengyang's attention was completely on the wine glass. He didn't even glance at Dong Feng and the others, only asking indifferently,

"What are you doing back here?"

"Holy Body, the Black Empress has been successfully captured. Naturally, we're back to bring you good news!"

Di Yixiu came forward with a fawning expression, rubbing his hands together.

He had suffered the most serious injuries in this operation to capture the Black Empress. Therefore, the rewards he would receive would definitely be extremely generous.

"Oh? Good news?"

Zu Zhengyang smiled, then gently placed the wine glass in his hand on the armrest of the throne.

The next second, Zu Zhengyang disappeared from the spot, and a burst of dazzling light flashed by.

Di Yixiu's head suddenly flew into the air, his face still wearing the fawning smile from just now, completely unaware that his head had already separated from his body.

Zu Zhengyang's sudden action stunned everyone present.

Apart from Qiao Yu, no one else could see how Zu Zhengyang had made his move.

It wasn't until Di Yixiu's blood spurted out from his neck like a fountain that the others reacted, their faces showing horror.

"Holy Body... why are you doing this?"

"Why?"

Half of Zu Zhengyang's body was stained red with Di Yixiu's blood, making him look as terrifying as a hellish Asura.

"You dare ask me why? Bringing good news? You brought back a fake Black Empress, didn't any of you know that?"

"Also, where's Jin Houzi? Why didn't he come back with you?" Zu Zhengyang frowned.

"Old Jin? Didn't Old Jin escort the Black Empress ahead?"

Zu Zhengyang's words left the others confused.

"Hmm?"

Zu Zhengyang instinctively sensed something was wrong.

He was definitely not a fool to have climbed from an ordinary person to his current position.

There must be something he didn't know, and it was likely related to the missing Jin Houzi.

At this moment, Zu Zhengyang's peripheral vision caught sight of Qiao Yu.

"Why is there a new face?" Zu Zhengyang's gaze turned to Qiao Yu.

"Holy Body, his name is Bai Shi Yan. He's my brother, Dong Feng, someone I trust with my life. You can absolutely trust him, please rest assured!"

Although Dong Feng was afraid, he still stood up and explained.

"Trustworthy, huh... Your name is Bai Shi Yan, right?" Zu Zhengyang asked, staring at Qiao Yu.

"Yes, Holy Body, this humble one is indeed Bai Shi Yan," Qiao Yu replied.

"Then come over here and clean my shoes for me."

Zu Zhengyang raised his foot, revealing his shoes stained with Di Yixiu's blood.

Dong Feng's face changed, and he quickly tugged on Qiao Yu's sleeve, whispering,

"Brother Shi Yan, go quickly! What are you waiting for? Don't be so headstrong. Dignity is worthless in the face of absolute power! Hurry up and wipe them, or the Holy Body will really kill you!"

Seeing Qiao Yu standing still, Dong Feng became even more anxious.

Seeing Zu Zhengyang's expression becoming increasingly gloomy, Dong Feng directly took out a cloth and rushed forward.

"Holy Body, I'm really sorry. My brother is a bit ignorant, it's all because I, as his older brother, didn't teach him well!"

"I'm so sorry, Holy Body, let me wipe them for you. I guarantee I'll wipe them clean..."

Before Dong Feng could finish speaking, another dazzling light flashed, and before Dong Feng could even raise his shield, his head flew up just like Di Yixiu's.

Dong Feng's body even took two more steps forward due to inertia before collapsing.

"Help me? Doesn't he even look at whether or not he's worthy?" Zu Zhengyang's gloomy face revealed disgust.

The time he spent as a wanted fugitive by the Mechanical race, living like a rat, had twisted his mind, which was why he was so irritable.

"Brother Dong Feng!"

Qiao Yu was also stunned. He really hadn't expected that this so-called Holy Body of the human race would kill his own people so readily, without even the slightest hesitation.

Qiao Yu's face darkened. Although Dong Feng was greedy and afraid of death, he was still quite loyal in the end.

Qiao Yu hadn't originally planned to kill Dong Feng, but he had died at the hands of the human Holy Body he had always revered.

"You are the Holy Body of the human race, yet you treat your fellow humans so cruelly?" Qiao Yu asked, frowning.

"Heh..."

Zu Zhengyang revealed a contemptuous smile, but he didn't answer Qiao Yu's question at all.

Why would an elephant care about the clamoring and questioning of an ant?

If the ant was too annoying, he would simply kill it.

A dazzling light flashed, and Zu Zhengyang instantly appeared in front of Qiao Yu, followed by a chop aimed at Qiao Yu's neck.

Just when he thought Qiao Yu would follow in the footsteps of Di Yixiu and Dong Feng, a bizarre scene occurred!

Bang!

Zu Zhengyang's chop landed solidly on Qiao Yu's neck.

However, Qiao Yu didn't move an inch, as if he had nails growing from his feet, standing firmly in place, as if Zu Zhengyang's attack had no effect on him at all.

"How is this possible?!"

Zu Zhengyang's pupils instantly dilated.

His peak Saint-level strength, combined with the terrifying destructive power of the Congenital Yang Radiance Body, had been completely blocked by someone without suffering any damage!

How terrifying would his defensive power have to be to achieve this?

"Nothing is impossible. Your vaunted attack is simply worthless in my eyes."

Qiao Yu scoffed at Zu Zhengyang. This kind of person dared to impersonate him?

As for why Zu Zhengyang's attack was ineffective against him, it was simply because of the effect of the new S-rank skill *Undying Body* he had obtained when he had advanced to the Saint level.

After Zu Zhengyang's attack landed on Qiao Yu, it reduced Qiao Yu's original defensive power, and the remaining damage was borne by the undead creatures under Qiao Yu's command.

At this moment, in the undead world.

A boiling volcano was erupting with scorching lava. The terrifying sight was enough to make anyone's hair stand on end.

However, this place, which was like hell for the living, was as comfortable as paradise for the Purgatory Corpse King.

The Purgatory Corpse King was soaking in the lava, the scorching lava as comfortable as a hot spring.

"Damn it, I finally got rid of that bastard Qiao Yu... No, I can't mention that unlucky name! It just makes me angry!"

The Purgatory Corpse King shook his head, then closed his eyes and focused on enjoying the lava bath.

Suddenly!

The Purgatory Corpse King's eyes widened, and he clutched his neck and howled as he jumped up.

He felt as if his neck had suddenly been slashed with a knife, causing him unbearable pain.

"Who is it? Who dares to attack this king?"

The Purgatory Corpse King looked around warily, but after looking for a long time, he found nothing unusual.

This was his territory, and as a legendary undead creature, no one would dare to provoke him on a normal day.

"Strange, could it be because I accidentally twisted my neck just now?"

The Purgatory Corpse King scratched his head in confusion, but he was already at the peak of the semi-divine level. Would such a low-level mistake as twisting his neck still happen to him?

The Purgatory Corpse King shook his head, unable to figure it out, and once again soaked himself in the lava.

"Forget it, I don't care. I'll just treat it as a nightmare. I'll just continue taking my bath."

The Purgatory Corpse King revealed an expression of enjoyment, unaware that... the real nightmare had only just begun.