Chapter 338: Slay the Ancestor Corpse, Enter the Ancient City

The Corpse King collapsed and did not rise again. The stone coffin's lid suddenly flipped over and rolled aside. A streak of afterimage shot out, and a hand as pale as jade snatched straight for Salvatore Casson's head. Salvatore had been ready. He swung the hand the old monk had marked with his spit and slammed it into the afterimage's chest. "Boom!" A Buddhist chant thundered through the empty air. Golden light erupted in a violent flash. The afterimage shrieked and flew backward, smashing...