As a dignified max-level Celestial Master, who am I supposed to explain this to?

Standing outside the temple gate, the sun was setting, and the evening glow was like fire.

Han Xuan came here to solve the supernatural incident and rescue the missing people.

But now the man is dead, the culprit has escaped, and he didn't even have a chance to make a move.

"Did I come all this way for nothing?"

No, it wasn't a wasted trip.

At least he confirmed one thing.

With his current cultivation level, ordinary demons and monsters wouldn't dare to appear in front of him.

This is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

The advantage is that it solves problems without lifting a finger; the disadvantage is...

He didn't even have the chance to make a move.

Han Xuan shook his head, intending to find a place to stay for the night and return to Longhu Mountain to report back the next day.

Suddenly, I sensed an extremely faint distress signal.

It wasn't a cry for help made with sound, but rather a distress signal emitted using true qi, a talisman-based distress signal.

This is a unique communication method of Longhu Mountain, used only by Longhu Mountain disciples.

The signal content is very simple:

"Help! Xiangxi, the Corpse King!"

Han Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Western Hunan. The Corpse King.

Memories of my past life flooded back like a tide.

He remembered this.

In his previous life, when he was twenty-five years old, a zombie king did indeed appear in western Hunan, causing a great commotion and killing many people.

But that was seven years later.

And now, this zombie king has appeared seven years ahead of schedule??

Or is it...?

The information from my previous life was wrong. The Zombie King actually existed much earlier, but it was never exposed.

Regardless, the distress signal was genuine.

The person who sent the signal was not highly skilled, and the signal was already intermittent, indicating that he could not hold on for long.

Han Xuan did not hesitate.

He no longer suppressed his aura.

Golden Light Mantra - Fully Activated.

Heavenly Thunder Technique - Fully Activated.

Thunder Emperor Body - Local Activation.

In an instant, the sky within a radius of a hundred miles changed color.

Dark clouds surged in from all directions, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed through the clouds.

On the ground, the grass and trees moved swayed without wind, and birds and beasts scattered and fled.

Residents of Qingxi Town leaned out of their windows.

Upon seeing a young man covered in golden lightning standing in the center of the town, like a god descending to earth, they all knelt down and kowtowed.

The little ghosts and demons around the town who hadn't had time to run far were directly terrified by this oppressive force and fainted.

Han Xuan ignored them.

He took a deep breath and slammed his right foot off the ground.

"boom--!!!"

A large crater, about ten feet in diameter, was blasted open on the bluestone road. Han Xuan's figure transformed into a golden lightning bolt and shot into the sky towards western Hunan.

Behind him, only a golden afterimage and the lingering thunder in the air remained.

The people of Qingxi Town knelt on the ground, watching the golden lightning disappear into the sky, and dared not get up for a long time.

"Was that... a deity?"

"He's a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain!"

"Are all the Taoist priests on Longhu Mountain this powerful?"

No one can answer this question.

Because among the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain, there has only been one like Han Xuan in the past 1,800 years.

In the deep mountains of western Hunan.

The night was as dark as ink; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

In front of an abandoned ancient tomb, three young Taoist priests stood back to back, each with despair written on their faces.

They were all injured, their Taoist robes torn in several places, and their clothes were stained with blood.

The talismans were all used up, the peach wood sword was broken, and even the last distress signal had been sent out, but no one responded.

Opposite them, in the darkness, a pair of scarlet eyes were slowly approaching.

Those eyes were the size of a fist, like two burning flames of blood.

With each step closer, the air grew colder, and frost formed on the ground.

"Senior...Senior Brother..."

The youngest Taoist priest's voice trembled, "Are we going to die...?"

The one addressed as "Senior Brother" was a young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six. He gritted his teeth, gripped the broken sword in his hand, and spoke in a hoarse but firm voice:

"We won't die. We've already sent out a distress signal; someone will come to rescue us."

"But...who can defeat the Zombie King...?"

The young man fell silent.

He couldn't bring himself to say "I can".

Because the zombie king on the other side is a being that surpasses flying zombies.

A zombie king of the Golden Armor level, its body covered in golden fur like armor, impervious to swords and spears, immune to magic, possessing the strength to lift a cauldron, and moving as fast as the wind.

In the entire cultivation world, the number of people who can single-handedly challenge the Zombie King can be counted on one hand.

Those people are not in western Hunan.

"roar--!!"

A low growl came from the darkness, a sound that didn't seem to come from a throat.

It came from deep underground, making people's hearts tremble.

Three pairs of scarlet eyes lit up simultaneously.

No, not a pair.

It's a triple pair.

The Three-Headed Zombie King.

The young man's face turned completely pale.

One zombie king was already a desperate situation, but three zombie kings...

This is Heaven's will to destroy them.

"It's over..."

The youngest Taoist priest finally broke down, collapsing to the ground, tears streaming down his face. "It's all over, all over, all over..."

The young man's hands were trembling, but he did not put down the broken sword.

He is a disciple of Longhu Mountain.

He can die, but he cannot die on his knees.

"bring it on."

He roared and raised his broken sword, golden light flashing on the blade.

That was his last remaining true energy. "Daughters of Longhu Mountain, fight to the death!"

The three zombie kings moved simultaneously.

Three dark figures rushed in from three directions, moving so fast that even their afterimages were not visible.

A foul stench filled the air, the stench of corpses filled the sky, and the aura of death enveloped everyone.

At this critical moment!!!

"Boom!!!"

A golden bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the three-headed zombie king squarely in the middle.

The lightning didn't strike down from the sky; it crashed down directly from above.

Like a golden meteorite, trailing a long tail of lightning, it crashed into the ground with earth-shattering force.

"boom!!!"

The earthquake trembled, flying debris and billowing dust.

The three Taoist priests were thrown to the ground by the shockwave and rolled several times before coming to a stop.

When they struggled to their feet and looked towards the epicenter of the explosion...

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, revealing a large pit several meters in diameter.

In the center of the pit stood a young man.

He wore a simple Taoist robe and cloth shoes, with a peach wood sword at his waist.

He had delicate features and looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old.

But golden lightning was surging wildly around him, as if he were wearing a battle suit woven from lightning.

His hair was slightly swaying, the ends gleaming with a golden light.

Golden arcs of electricity danced in his pupils, illuminating the entire darkness.

The three-headed zombie king was forced back dozens of feet by this attack, and for the first time, a look of fear appeared in its scarlet eyes.

The young man raised his head, glanced at the three pairs of scarlet eyes opposite him, and then at the three disheveled Taoist priests on the ground.

"From Longhu Mountain?"

he asks.

The young Taoist priest nodded blankly.

The young man smiled, a smile that was youthful and pure, but under the golden lightning, it inexplicably sent a shiver down one's spine.

"What a coincidence."

He said, "Me too."

He turned around to face the three-headed zombie king and slowly clenched his right fist.

A golden thunder dragon took shape on the surface of the fist, its head held high, its eyes wide open in anger, and its lifelike scales shimmering in the lightning.

"Three people."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear amidst the thunder; every word sounded like the roar of thunder.

"It's time to give Han an explanation."

The thunder dragon roared as soon as he finished speaking.

The golden light illuminated the entire night sky, even more dazzling than daytime.

The three disciples of Longhu Mountain stared blankly at the young man who had descended from the sky, their minds filled with only one thought!

Who is this person?

That's fucking amazing!