The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Jin Zhao, without a moment to spare, hastily summoned a massive tortoise shield to protect his back, while his body was cloaked in a shimmering phantom armor of golden light.

The next instant, a fist large as a cauldron thundered against the phantom armor, its force akin to raging thunder.

The terrifying power instantly shattered the defensive spell!

The fist, undiminished in its fury, smashed through the tortoise shield and struck Jin Zhao squarely in the back.

Boom!

Jin Zhao felt as if he had been hit by an ancient giant elephant. His body was hurled dozens of zhang, crashing through several buildings before coming to a halt.

He lay buried under debris and broken bricks. He tried to speak. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he vomited blood copiously, mixed with fragments of his shattered organs.

"Body cultivator...!" Jin Zhao was profoundly shaken.

Body cultivators were rare but not unheard of.

In his youth, he too had dreamt of the path of body cultivation. He had reached the twentieth level of body cultivation but had to abandon it due to the scarcity of vital life-sustaining elixirs.

The overwhelming strength of that punch, which shattered his life-bound magic treasure, indicated that his opponent was an exceedingly strong body cultivator.

At least at the thirty-first level of body cultivation, equivalent to a first-layer Nascent Soul cultivator!

What should he do? Was he forced to resort to that one move?

"Fellow daoist Jin!" A Nascent Soul sprite flew into the ruins, struggling to clear away the rubble.

Jin Zhao, his face pale, managed a bitter smile.

The Nascent Soul sprite spoke anxiously, "Fellow daoist Jin, do you still have a way out?"

Jin Zhao pondered for a moment, "Indeed, there is one. Come closer, and I'll tell you."

The Nascent Soul sprite, unsuspecting, flew closer to Jin Zhao.

As he came within a foot, Jin Zhao suddenly rose, seizing him!

The Nascent Soul sprite, alarmed and angry, exclaimed, "Fellow daoist Jin, what are you doing!"

Jin Zhao sighed softly, "I wish it hadn't come to this. Rest assured, your death will be worthwhile. I will kill this man. After you die, I will take care of your wife and children. Go in peace."

He gently patted his sleeve. A dark shadow emerged from his sleeve .

The shadow, sensing the essence of the Nascent Soul, opened its gaping maw and swallowed the Nascent Soul sprite in one bite.

After consuming the Nascent Soul, the shadow displayed a look of satisfaction.

"Satiated, are you? Lend me your strength." Jin Zhao whispered low.

The shadow nodded, slowly merging into his body. In the blink of an eye, Jin Zhao's sunken back swelled like it was being inflated, rapidly returning to its original form. The injuries on his body healed at a visible speed, as if a strange power was mending all the wounds inside and out. ŕа𐌽ȱ₿ĚꞨ

This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

Not only that, a potent aura within him climbed steadily higher.

"Eh, what is this technique? Quite interesting."

Chu Xuan emerged from the night, his expression one of surprise as he watched Jin Zhao's aura surge.

Jin Zhao scoffed, "This is my Life Ghost, refined from my own lifespan. Each use, if I do not consume a Nascent Soul, costs me ten years of life. Boy, prepare to die!"

With that, he stomped on the ground and used an escaping technique. His body soared a hundred zhang in a short time. Three sharp spears of golden Spiritual Qi instantly formed and rushed towards Chu Xuan!

Chu Xuan's gaze sharpened, and he agilely dodged.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

His body moved like a nimble dragon, evading the spear thrusts that seemed perilous and mysterious at each turn, yet undoubtedly he seemed capable of avoiding them.

What surprised Jin Zhao even more was that wherever Chu Xuan moved, a layer of frost formed. The sharp spears became coated with frost, their originally fierce speed quickly decreasing.

By the end, they could be described as 'elderly and slow as a bell tolling'—so slow they seemed like snails, easily dodged.

"Stop testing. Your Life Ghost surely isn't limited to this. Come on, use your full strength."

Chu Xuan smiled. He had long noticed the oddity of the Life Ghost. Jin Zhao certainly had another deadly move hidden.

"Sharp eyes!"

Jin Zhao frowned slightly but then relaxed. This ferocious move he rarely used, fearing he was too weak and might be devoured by the Life Ghost instead. Now, if he did not use it, he would never have another chance.

"Life-Draining Blood Spear!"

Jin Zhao bellowed, spewing a large mouthful of Nascent Soul essence.

The three golden spears of Spiritual Qi merged into one at this moment, their form becoming even more sinister and ghastly. The tip was even tinged with blood.

"Go!"

Jin Zhao pointed, and the shadow streaked from his body, coiling around the blood spear. The speed of the Life-Draining Blood Spear surged in that instant, aiming straight for Chu Xuan's chest!

After releasing this strike, Jin Zhao's face was deathly pale. This move consumed a vast amount of Spiritual Qi and a significant portion of his lifespan. He would not use it lightly.

Once used, the opponent was certain to die.

Jin Zhao lifted his head, watching the man, waiting for the moment the Life-Draining Blood Spear would pierce through him.

"Interesting," Chu Xuan chuckled lightly.

With a swift motion, he summoned a small knife from his storage bag—the Sin Karma Saber.

"Reverse the merits, flames of vile karma!"

He shouted low, and suddenly, four layers of Merit Golden Wheels appeared behind his head. The towering merit light even illuminated the night sky.

As his command fell, the merit surged into the Sin Karma Saber, which instantly erupted into fierce karmic flames.

Jin Zhao was dumbstruck.

Four layers of Merit Golden Wheels?! You are fucking kidding me! A person who cultivates ghosts and refines corpses, with so many sinister methods, couldn't possibly be endowed with merit!

But he had no time to ponder further. Because the saber, wreathed in karmic flames, had already collided with his Spear!

Boom!

A violent explosion erupted, shattering the blood spear into countless pieces. The Life Ghost screamed and was instantly burned to ash by the karmic fire.

The Sin Karma Saber, unimpeded and now even faster, pierced through Jin Zhao's chest in the next moment.

Jin Zhao's eyes widened in disbelief, "You...!"

He instinctively tried to escape by ejecting his Nascent Soul and using a teleportation technique.

However, Huikong sneered coldly, activating the chain that had been waiting for a long time. The Nascent Soul sprite was tightly bound, unable to flee.

Elsewhere.

Ling Su roared, detonating his life-bound magic treasure at the cost of nearly blowing himself apart, managing to nearly annihilate Long.

But his head was pierced through with a punch by Hu.

His Nascent Soul tried to escape but was quickly seized by Two Arms and Four Armes.

Chu Xuan gestured, and the Sin Karma Saber, the Ice SUn Crossbow, the Yin Frost Bottle, and other magic treasures all returned to his storage bag.

The corpses and Nascent Souls of the Nascent Soul cultivators were sent respectively to the Corpse Tower and the Sky-Shielding Umbrella.

"Master, Long is dead," Hu reported, holding the fragments of Long's heroic remains, somewhat regretfully.

Chu Xuan sighed lightly, not particularly regretful. Long had always been rebellious and disobedient. His death was rather timely, freeing up a spot to refine a better corpse puppet.

"Collect the things, let's go," Chu Xuan commanded.

After cleaning the site completely, he unleashed a sphere of Blood Evil Yin Fire. The dark purple flames exploded forth, quickly enveloping the entire Fallen Phoenix Mountain.

Any traces of battle would be utterly obliterated by such flames, leaving nothing behind.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!