Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 875

"Kid, you're smart, but!" the leader sneered, "you have no chance of surviving!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the leader suddenly stretched out two fingers and poked Ling Yanyan's temple, intending to kill him.

Seeing this, Ling Yanyan's eyes widened in fury, and he roared hysterically, "You old bastard, if you dare to lay a hand on me, I guarantee that the Qin family will use all its power to tear you to pieces!"

"The Qin family?" The leading man sneered, "I don't care if it's the Qin family or the Zhao family!"

"call out!"

The leader's two fingers drew closer and closer to Ling Yanyan's head, about to pierce it, and Ling Yanyan's expression grew increasingly terrified.

Ling Yanyan never expected that the leader was determined to kill him.

At the critical moment, a hidden weapon pierced through the air with a sharp, piercing whistle and destructive force, passing through the back of the leader's head.

The leader's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly threw away the hidden weapon and moved a few steps to the side.

At the same time, countless silver needles burst forth from the dense forest, piercing the body of the leading man with the force of thunder.

In just a few moments, the leading man was covered in quills.

"Who? Who dares to ambush me!" the leader roared, his face full of ferocity.

"Crash!"

After a brief period of calm, two old men emerged from the dense forest.

They were elders of the Xuanming Palace, and their cultivation had all reached the early stage of the Core Formation Realm.

The two elders were stunned when they saw the miserable state of the leading man, and their faces showed astonishment.

"This! How is this possible!" The two elders were shocked.

The leading man's combat strength ranks fourth among the younger generation of disciples in the Xuanming Palace. How could he be instantly killed?

"Who are you! Why are you obstructing me from doing my business?" the leading man asked, frowning.

An elder in black respectfully said, "Palace Master, this person is a newly recruited alchemy apprentice who has passed the Alchemist Guild's assessment."

"I see." The leader suddenly realized, then grinned maliciously, "Kid, I didn't expect you to have such abilities. It seems I'll have to send you to your grave myself!"

"You want to kill me?" Ling Yanyan's face darkened.

Ling Yanyan was furious. He never expected that the other party was after his storage ring.

"Haha!" the leader laughed arrogantly, "You think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

"Kid, you underestimate me. No matter who you are today, you must die!" the leader sneered mockingly.

"Boom!"

As soon as the leading man finished speaking, a vast and powerful surge of energy was poured into the treasured sword, and an incomparably domineering power emanated from it, making people feel suffocated.

"Kakaka!"

The leading man gripped his sword tightly, planted his foot on the ground, and swung it down with a sudden blow.

In an instant, the blade flashed, the void trembled, and the incomparably sharp blade tore through the void, its aura terrifying.

"Oh no!" Ling Yanyan exclaimed in alarm, a profound sense of despair rising within him.

The blade struck Ling Yanyan's chest, instantly blasting him away.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out, and Ling Yanyan's body crashed heavily onto the overgrown hillside.

"Cough cough!"

Ling Yanyan clutched his wound, coughing violently, his clothes stained with blood.

Ling Yanyan's injuries were extremely severe. Several of his ribs were broken, his chest was sunken, his skin and flesh were mangled, and even his white bones were exposed.

"Damn it! You just wait!" Ling Yanyan cursed angrily, then sat cross-legged to heal his injuries.

"You brat, I know you're an alchemy apprentice. As long as you hand over your storage ring, I'll spare your life and even help you enter the Xuanming Palace!" the leading man said mockingly, looking confident of victory.

"Dream on!" Ling Yanyan roared through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with hatred and determination.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for showing no mercy!" the leader sneered.

Before he could finish speaking, the leader immediately launched an attack, sweeping out a palm strike that accurately hit Ling Yanyan's neck, instantly crippling his cultivation.

"Damn it! You dare to cripple my cultivation!" Ling Yanyan was furious. He caught a glimpse of three storage rings in the distance out of the corner of his eye, and a ruthless look appeared on his face.