The Godly Heart and The Divine Sword

Just right after Xin Huo finished his sentence, the little Xiang Dragon beside Zhong Yue dashed out rapidly in pursuit of the flesh war chariot; in a trice, it transformed to the Sword Qi and slashed right at its target.

Within a breath's time, the Sword Qi slashed the flesh war chariot that was over thirty feet long into parts. The legs that were supporting it were then sent flying where they lay scattered across the ground.

Blood gushed out from the war chariot door as if the flesh war chariot were spurting out blood from a grievous wound. In its final moments, its huge pair of eyes behind the window stared menacingly at Zhong Yue before they rolled back, revealing its white sclera before dying.

Zhong Yue gasped for breath. He was speechless at the fact that the flesh war chariot was once alive.

Thankfully I've destroyed it, or otherwise, if it had transported another batch of corpse demons, then I would be the one lying dead on the ground.