Tianming had thought Qing Ming’s corpse was splitting in half, but that actually wasn't the case. It seemed like the green bubble from before was merely a layer that covered his body. After molting it off, his body still seemed complete. Tianming saw that he now wore a green battle armor with fifteen tribulation patterns.

However, the main key was still the hunk of green flesh that had split off from his body—it rapidly grew until it was about ten meters tall, the entire length of which was covered in festering green boils. When they burst apart, the stench in the area intensified tenfold. Tianming's innards were writhing from the scent and pain. Even the Dragonhide and Infernal Armor weren't able to prevent it from permeating his nostrils!

"What in the world is this?!" Tianming asked, his brows furrowed in pain.

"Greenwater Ghoul Art. Have you heard of it?" Qing Ming smirked coldly as he stood beside the gigantic lump of flesh with the Greensky Ghostscythe in hand. Now that the boils were separated from his actual body, he didn't seem ugly at all. In fact, one could tell that he had looked rather handsome in his youth.

"Nope," Tianming said, shaking his head.

"You're pretty young, after all. This is one of the most impressive demonic arts in Nonahall. Naturally, your lot calls these forbidden arts."

Qing Ming...