When Jiang Jichen arrived, Qingya was plunging a Blood-Red Dagger into the heart of a Corpse King.
Instantly, it was as if all the blood had been drained from the Corpse King's body. It shriveled into a dried husk and lost all signs of life.
Clearly, the Blood-Red Dagger in Qingya's hand was no ordinary weapon; it possessed a terrifying blood-draining power.
"You witch! The Celestial Corpse Ancestor took a fancy to your abilities and summoned you to serve as a Protector, yet you dared to refuse! You truly don't know what's good for you," a Tier One Corpse Saint said furiously.
"Heh heh... You want *me* to be a Protector for some living corpse?"
"Hmph! I'd rather kill myself than be disgusted to death by that old fossil's side!"
Qingya's words were lethally sharp.
It drove the group of Corpse Kings and the two Tier One Corpse Saints into a frenzy.
"How dare you blaspheme the ancestor of our Celestial Corpse Sect! You will die for that!"
