Chapter 138: Do Not Say You Are My Battle Pet

"Huh?"

The Corpse King thought he had misheard. He hurriedly began to explain again, "Young Master, I am willing to compensate you for all your losses. I will even offer some treasures as restitution for my rashness."

"Not interested. Just tell me: how do you want to die?" Xiao Yang flatly refused. He knew exactly what he was owed, and he wouldn't accept a penny less.

"Young Master, are you really going to force my hand?" The Corpse King sensed the shift in the atmosphere, and his tone turned cold.

"Force your hand?" Xiao Yang gave a mocking laugh.

Almost simultaneously, he moved. A burst of flames erupted from the Vermilion Bird fire wings on his back, and in an instant, Xiao Yang appeared right before the Corpse King.

The Corpse King was startled and tried to raise his hand to strike, but Xiao Yang was faster. With a slight flick of the White Tiger Sacred Sword in his hand, a spray of foul blood erupted, and an arm fell to the ground.

"Are you even worthy of forcing my hand?" Xiao Yang’s voice rang out.

This time, the Corpse King dared not speak. That single sentence just now had cost him an arm.

"Hahaha! Good! You dog, you finally got what was coming to you!" Seeing the Corpse King’s severed arm, the Profound Ice White Tiger jumped up and down in excitement.

"Young Master, you cannot kill me. I have a master," the Corpse King said, gritting his teeth. He had originally intended to keep his identity hidden, but if he kept hiding it, he would be slaughtered.

"Heh! A master?" Xiao Yang didn't care about that. He still remembered that palm strike from earlier. "I don't care if you have a master or not. Now, how do you want to die?"

"If that is the case, could you step aside and talk for a moment?"

Xiao Yang shook his head, refusing. "Right here is fine. If you have something to say, say it."

The Corpse King’s expression shifted, a flicker of viciousness flashing in his eyes. Whether in his previous life or since his rebirth, he had never suffered such humiliation. Though he was furious to the point of exploding, he dared not act rashly. He honestly revealed the power behind him.

"Young Master, have you perhaps heard of the Celestial Star Palace?" he whispered, trying to keep others from hearing.

However, upon hearing the name, Xiao Yang’s expression changed. The Celestial Star Palace. He was tempted to say he knew them all too well; damn it, he had heard that name twice in one day already.

Seeing Xiao Yang’s grave expression, the Corpse King breathed a sigh of relief. Good, the Celestial Star Palace still carried weight.

"Decades ago, I actually had no consciousness, but one day, an old man arrived. That person went to great lengths to help me summon my soul and temper my body. Although I knew he intended to refine me into a puppet, his strength was so vast that I could not resist."

At this point, the Corpse King looked at Xiao Yang, his brow furrowing slightly. "You are a puppet?"

The Corpse King nodded. He wasn't truly a zombie; it was only after being refined that his intelligence had fully awakened. "I was painstakingly crafted by that lord, and that lord is likely a powerhouse who has surpassed the Martial Emperor realm."

Xiao Yang understood the implication. The Corpse King was essentially telling him to consider the consequences of striking a dog before checking who the owner was. If he killed him, a powerhouse would come looking for trouble.

"Anything else?" Xiao Yang asked indifferently. If this guy were anyone else's puppet, it might be negotiable, but a puppet of the Celestial Star Palace? Sorry, if he didn't hack him to death, he would be failing his master and junior sister.

"If there is nothing else, then die."

"You..." The Corpse King was stunned. He had brought out his backer, so why was Xiao Yang still trying to kill him?

"What 'you'? Have you decided how you want to die yet?" Xiao Yang swung his sword, pointing it directly at the Corpse King's throat.

*Gulp.*

"You cannot kill me! If you kill me, you will bring trouble upon yourself!" The Corpse King swallowed, his eyes clearly showing panic. In the decades since his intelligence had returned, this was the first time he had encountered someone so utterly unmoved by threats.

A single thought remained in his mind: *Run!* Run as far as he could. This man could not be judged by common sense. To stay any longer was to walk a path to certain death.

He suddenly turned, spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his speed exploded as he tried to flee.

"Heh! Do you think you can escape?" Xiao Yang raised his hand and released a sword aura. But this was no longer a weak strike; it was a ten-foot blade of energy, radiating a sword intent that made the soul tremble.

The Corpse King whipped his head around. He had been a master of the blade in his past life and had often sparred with powerful sword cultivators, but the sword intent behind him chilled his very essence. He didn't dare hesitate; continuing to run meant certain death. He poured all his corpse energy into his black iron broadsword, gritted his teeth, and slashed out with all his might. He didn't hope to defeat Xiao Yang; he only hoped to buy enough time to escape.

*Crack!*

The blade energy collided, but it was like paper. It was severed by the sword aura on the spot.

"How is this possible..." The Corpse King stood frozen as the sword aura loomed large. There was no point in running anymore. He couldn't comprehend how Xiao Yang, who clearly possessed only the strength of a first-level Martial King, could unleash power that nearly surpassed the Martial King realm.

*Pfft!*

The sword aura flashed.

The Corpse King would never understand. The sword aura sliced the Corpse King in two; this time, he was truly dead. Even the best corpse-nurturing grounds could not revive him. His spirit and flesh were shattered.

"That's it?" The Profound Ice White Tiger looked at the lifeless Corpse King, feeling somewhat unsettled. This guy had bullied him several times, and seeing him die so easily felt unsatisfying.

"Wait." The Profound Ice White Tiger's eyes brightened as if it had thought of something. It flew over to Xiao Yang. "Young Master, you are too amazing! Young Master is mighty!" It showered him with praise.

What Xiao Yang had displayed far exceeded its expectations. This was a treasure of a boy who gave it a surprise every now and then. A hundred-foot Martial Dao idol, killing a half-step Corpse King with a single sword strike. Such talent, even in the wider world, was that of a supreme genius. This was definitely a leg worth hugging. At this moment, the Profound Ice White Tiger decided it would cling to this thigh no matter what. Becoming a god in the future was not impossible.

"Young Master, you are simply my idol!" The compliments flowed like water.

However, Xiao Yang glared at the Profound Ice White Tiger, feeling that the creature was acting strangely today. "Speak your mind, and be quick about it."

The Profound Ice White Tiger gave an awkward but polite smile. "Young Master has sharp eyes. Could you lend me that thing so I can vent my anger?" It pointed its tiger claw at the Corpse King, who had been sliced in half.

Xiao Yang couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Can you have a little dignity? When he was alive, you wouldn't fight him, but now that he's dead, you want to come over and whip the corpse? You really are shameless!"

Hearing this, the Profound Ice White Tiger lowered its head, grinning foolishly and listening to Xiao Yang’s scolding. Once the scolding stopped, it cheekily asked again, "Young Master, can I vent my anger now?"

Xiao Yang was truly defeated by this creature. He waved his hand dismissively. "Don't ever tell anyone you're my spirit beast when we go out. It's too damn embarrassing."

With that, he stopped paying attention to the shameful beast and flew toward the palace above. He knew this was what he really wanted. How much could a palace sell for? Ten million? A hundred million? He dared not think! He swallowed hard and couldn't help but accelerate his flight.