After lifting the coffin lid, a puppet girl dressed in lavish attire appeared, and she walked out of the coffin.
The interior lining of the entire coffin was black, made from the finest shadow wood.
It was clear that the Corpse Speaker treasured his corpse puppet dearly.
She stood under the hazy moonlight, like the brightest star in the night sky, her skin exhibiting an unnatural pale glow, frighteningly white.
Her long, pitch-black hair fluttered delicately in the wind, brushing past her shoulders, cascading like a waterfall.
Her eyes were meticulously carved from the finest sapphire, deep and bright under the hazy moonlight.
Her eyebrows were long and graceful like willows; even a slight raise revealed a sense of rebelliousness.
Her posture was agile, clad in a tight and elegant black outfit, exuding a heroic demeanor.
The two slender swords in her hands were black as ink, and the sword flowers she performed emitted piercing sword glows.
She was like a rose blooming under the moon, beautiful yet thorny, captivating in her visage yet daring anyone to come near.
This felt as if a living person was standing in the moonlight, rather than a corpse puppet filled with the stench of death.
"Behold, this is one of my most outstanding creations, the shadow assassin under the moon, Lyong."
"She is also one of my personal bodyguards."
"You must be curious why Lyong appears like a living person, because she was refined into a corpse puppet while still alive."
"I found that this method could fully unleash her potential."
"Even her entire pet beast was refined into a part of the corpse puppet."
"The decorations in her hair are the bones of her pet beast; the clothes she wears are the pelts of her pet beast."
"Even the slender bone swords in her hands are crafted from the spine bones of her Shadow Wolf."
"Her Shadow Wolf was still alive then, and after long wails, it died, and its wolf soul was stripped and attached to the bone sword."
"Thus allowing the Shadow Wolf to protect her Pet Beast Master once more."
The Corpse Speaker laughed skyward again, his turbid eyes sizing up Zhang Lingxue.
"A perfect piece of art like you should have your pet beast’s wings plucked off and attached to your butterfly back."
"It seems you don’t have any equipment-type Exotic Beast, but that’s okay. I just need to extract your pet beast’s tendons and make them into a Butterfly Bow."
"How about I call you Butterfly Beauty then?"
The Corpse Speaker was contemplating how to refine Zhang Lingxue into a corpse puppet.
He seemed unfazed by Zhang Lingxue’s pet beast glaring at him with enraged eyes.
Undeterred, he continued planning.
Zhang Lingxue raised an eyebrow.
"I am a Heart Moon Fox of the Twenty-Eight Constellations, a Tier Seven Pet Beast Master."
"With your abilities, you’re far from forcing me to yield."
"Despicable thief who desecrates the heroic spirits, face my retribution!"
"Go ahead, Poison Dragon Butterfly, use Poisonous Breath."
The Poison Dragon Butterfly’s massive compound eyes fixed menacingly on the Corpse Speaker; based on his words desecrating Zhang Lingxue, the Poison Dragon Butterfly would be enough to tear him apart.
"Come on, Lyong, let me witness your courageous stance under the moon tonight."
Lyong remained expressionless, just a puppet now.
Ye Bai, through the Eye of True Sight, saw the black threads connecting the puppet, extending from the Corpse Speaker’s fingers.
It seemed the Corpse Speaker himself was controlling Lyong.
Lyong was like a character in a game, and the Corpse Speaker was the player manipulating this character.
That was far superior to simply using automated controls.
"Come on, excite me even more."
"Shadow Charging Sword, Butterfly Beauty, come into my embrace."
Lyong lifted the long sword in her hand, assuming a charging posture.
She thrust heavily forward, and the sound of air being torn echoed.
A black sword arc, several dozen meters long, appeared.
The arc expanded mid-air, scattering into thumb-sized fragments, shooting towards the Poison Dragon Butterfly like a rain of pear blossoms.
The Poison Dragon Butterfly unhurriedly flapped its wings, releasing a purple powder that scattered from its wings.
The powder emitted a dream-like purple hue, expanding mid-air, forming a dense purple mist. Official source ıs novel★fire.net
The black arc rushed into the purple mist and vanished instantly.
This surprised the Corpse Speaker greatly.
Did this mist have some sort of function?
"Interesting, but I still have time."
"Once more, Lyong, long sword thrust."
The dark element energy gathered in the long sword again, and she fiercely pierced the sky.
A black sword arc larger than before appeared.
The arc rushed straight towards the purple mist, seemingly intending to split it in two.
However, the moment the black arc collided with the purple mist, a hissing sound filled the air.
The black arc visibly dissolved, its size rapidly shrinking.
When it reached the Poison Dragon Butterfly, the arc was only the size of a thumbnail, scattered by a gust of gale whipped up by the butterfly.
"This purple mist has corrosive properties?"
"Your Exotic Beast managed to form a domain so early?"
"A domain with corrosive traits?"
The well-informed Corpse Speaker quickly noticed the hint.
Zhang Lingxue smiled silently, not replying to him.
"But what does forming a domain matter? It’s transient if you haven’t reached Tier Eight."
"If you were a Tier Eight Pet Beast Master, I’d leave without a second thought."
"Now you’re only Tier Seven, the same level as me. I have numerous Tier Seven corpse puppets in my hands. Little girl, what do you have to fight me with?"