The longsword plunged unimpeded into the corpse's body and a crackle of lightning blasted Liu Xing's corpse into a staggering retreat.
Ultimate Skill—Wind Rolls The Scattered Clouds! A tornado-like blade light shredded the black cloak on the meteor's body, exposing the dry bones beneath the cape.
Liu Xing's corpse suddenly flew out, crashing into a heap on the ground, devoid of any sound.
Looking at the still corpse, Xiao Buli suddenly felt fear, a surge of anger bubbling up from the bottom of his heart, "Is that all you've got? Are you really that weak? Why are you so useless? Just because you're dead, is that your excuse?"
As if possessed, Xiao Buli typed out those words, but the corpse still lay there silently. Xiao Buli sighed, turned around, and prepared to leave, no longer caring about any loot.