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

Chapter 893

"Roar!"

The zombie king let out a long howl and then pounced on the man again.

The man dared not be negligent and hurriedly engaged the zombie king.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The man and the beast engaged in a fierce battle, their fight proving evenly matched.

"Awooo!" The zombie king let out a mournful cry.

As a dignified zombie king, it was actually bullied by humans.

"Boom!" Suddenly, the man punched the zombie king in the chest, knocking him back several steps.

"Pfft!" The zombie king spat out a mouthful of blood, staggering back to the base of a large tree.

The zombie king lay under the big tree, his body curled up in a ball, looking like he was on the verge of death.

"Huff! Huff!" The zombie king gasped for breath, his body convulsing, a hint of sadness gradually appearing in his eyes, as if death was imminent.

Upon seeing this, the man's eyes lit up with joy. He then slowly approached the zombie king, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Shh!"

The man drew his sword and plunged it into the zombie king's neck, sending the tip down into the zombie king's throat, eventually stopping in the zombie king's brain.

The man's eyes burned with rage, a cruel smile creeping across his lips as he muttered, "Haha, I've finally found it!"

"Roar!" The zombie king opened its mouth and let out an angry roar.

However, the man was completely fearless, a cruel smile on his face, as he plunged his sword into the zombie king's brain.

"Roar!" The zombie king let out a mournful howl, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

However, it was helpless and could only wait for death to come.

"boom!"

However, at that moment, an immense pressure suddenly erupted.

A tall, slender young man wearing a white shirt and black-rimmed glasses appeared out of thin air, hovering above the zombie king and looking down at him.

The man's appearance froze the scene instantly, with everyone staring blankly at him in mid-air.

"You, you!" The man turned to look at the young man, his eyes filled with utter horror, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The young man's gaze was icy, like ancient ice, sending chills down one's spine.

"Whoosh!" Just as the man was about to run away, he heard a whooshing sound.

A dazzling sword light flashed across the night sky, followed by the man's shrill scream.

"Ah!" The man clutched his right arm, the intense pain causing his body to tremble violently.

He turned his head and saw his left arm lying on the ground, blood gushing out.

"You deserve to die!" the man roared furiously, his face sinister and terrifying, like a demon from hell.

The man knew the young man before him was strong, but he hadn't expected his strength to be so terrifying.

He only managed to utter three words before his arm was severed, leaving him no chance to resist.

"Do you really think I can't do anything to you?" The young man's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying a chilling aura.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted with rage, and his eyes were filled with hatred. He gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go."

"Heh!" A cold smile curved the man's lips, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "...You?"

Before he finished speaking, the man's eyes suddenly turned icy cold.

The man stomped his foot on the ground, his whole body turning into a blur, instantly appearing in front of the zombie king and thrusting his sword into its heart.

"Pfft!" The man pierced the zombie king's heart with his sword, and a drop of blood splattered out.

"Roar!" The zombie king let out a mournful cry, then his body went limp and he lay on the ground, completely dead.

"Huff! Huff!" The man was breathing heavily, beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead, looking extremely exhausted. "Luckily, I made it in time."

The man wiped the sweat from his brow, then picked up the black stone and prepared to leave.

However, just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed two shriveled corpses in a clump of grass nearby.

As he examined the corpse closely, he frowned and murmured, "The aura of a corpse is lingering?"

These two shriveled corpses were actually emitting a faint smell of death.

"It seems someone beat me to it." The man narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing in them.

He stretched out his hand, and a flame burned in his palm, eventually transforming into a bewitching lotus flower.

The man flicked his finger, and the lotus flower instantly flew to the vicinity of the shriveled corpse, enveloping it.

Moments later, the two shriveled corpses burned to ashes, leaving only two rings with a dark green glow floating in the void.

Upon seeing the ring, the man's lips curled into a slight smile of satisfaction.

"I thought tonight's mission was going to fail, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better." The man grinned, his smile radiant.

The man composed himself and then turned and walked away into the distance.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a terrifying aura of destruction swept over, shaking the eight directions and oppressing heaven and earth.

The man's expression changed drastically. He turned around and saw Ling Yanyan rushing towards them, causing the surrounding vegetation to explode.

The old man exuded a terrifying aura, as ferocious and bloodthirsty as a prehistoric beast, which frightened the man so much that he almost knelt on the ground.

"What's going on? What is this aura?!" The man's expression changed drastically as he sensed the terrifying aura emanating from the old man, his eyes filled with apprehension and fear.

"Hiss hiss hiss!" Before the man could react, he saw dozens of dark streaks of light tear through the void like lightning, surging towards him in an overwhelming manner.

"Damn it!" the man cursed under his breath and retreated rapidly.

"Puff puff puff!" The dark streams of light poured down like rain, causing the mountain walls to collapse and dust to rise everywhere.

The man dodged awkwardly, not daring to confront the black streaks of light head-on.

"Huh? He's still alive?" Ling Yanyan stared at the man in the distance, a look of surprise flashing across his aged face.

"Old man, I'm going to kill you!" the man roared, pushing off the ground with both legs and charging forward like a cheetah.

"Hmph! You're courting death!" A ruthless glint flashed in Ling Yanyan's eyes. He snorted coldly and slapped out with a terrifying surge of power.

"Boom!" In an instant, the void trembled, and the terrifying palm print, carrying an overwhelming force, slammed into the man's chest.

"Crack!" The sound of bones breaking rang out, and the man's face turned deathly pale as five or six ribs in his chest were instantly shattered.

He groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face grew even paler, and he was barely breathing.

He struggled to lift his head, looking at the frail old man before him, his heart filled with fear.

Although the old man was frail, his imposing presence remained immense, giving people a powerful sense of oppression.