Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

As the sound faded, the three entered the room into the night.

The leader was about fifty years old, with a resolute face and eyes like lightning. His yellow Taoist robe fluttered even without wind.

A faint trace of lightning still lingered on his right hand—the terrifying bolt of lightning from just now had originated from him!

"Senior Brother!" Lin Fengjiao and Master Simu exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

Senior Brother of Maoshan, Shi Jian!

Shi Jian was followed by two people.

To the left was a young man in his early twenties, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and an arrogant demeanor. He bore a striking resemblance to Shi Jian, and was none other than his only son, Shi Shaojian.

On the right is Mao Xiaofang, looking travel-worn.

"Master!" Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda hurriedly bowed.

Mao Xiaofang nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the messy flower hall, lingering for a moment on Old Master Ren, his brows furrowing:

"Yellow eyes...fur stiff? This aura..."

Shi Jian stepped forward, staring at Old Master Ren who was crawling up from the ruins, and said coldly:

"Not yet transformed into a flying zombie? That's all there is to it!"

Lin Fengjiao smiled bitterly, "Senior Brother, this beast has already drunk its own blood and may soon break through to the Flying Zombie realm."

Shi Shaojian scoffed:

"Flying zombie? Under Father's Lightning Thunder Fist, even a flying zombie will perish."

His gaze swept over Chu Sheng, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"This is the little pure yang body that Third Uncle just took in? Nothing special."

Yu Chuda frowned and was about to step forward to argue, but was glared at back by Mao Xiaofang.

Chu Sheng had no intention of paying attention to him at the moment, his gaze remaining fixed on Old Master Ren.

"Hehehe, a few more Taoist priests are coming to their deaths..."

Grandpa Ren struggled to his feet. The thunderous blow had seriously injured him, but the black scales flashed with dark red light, and his injuries were still healing.

He stared intently at Shi Jian. "You're not bad; you can hurt me."

Shi Jian raised his eyebrows but did not answer. He raised his right hand, and lightning gathered again in his palm.

The second bolt of lightning struck!

Having learned his lesson before, Old Master Ren dared not confront the attack head-on this time and quickly dodged.

A bolt of lightning struck the sky, blasting a crater into the ground.

"Hide?" Shi Jian sneered, waving his hands repeatedly, unleashing a torrent of thunder!

Old Master Ren dodged in a sorry state, his scales sizzling as they were grazed by the lightning.

He roared and suddenly spat out a mouthful of his life force, which transformed into a black and red whirlwind that swept towards Shi Jian.

"A mere trick." Shi Jian neither dodged nor evaded, and unleashed a punch—Lightning Thunder Fist!

The fist struck, followed by thunder; the azure lightning dragon roared as it crashed into the whirlwind of corpse energy.

boom--

The shockwave exploded, shattering all the tables and chairs in the hall.

Shi Jian remained motionless, but Old Master Ren was sent flying backwards.

"Master...why is Senior Uncle's lightning magic so powerful?" Yu Chuda asked, puzzled.

Normally, the power of a thunder talisman is already among the best of thunder magic, but compared to Shi Jian's thunder magic, it is far inferior.

"Our senior brother cultivates living lightning, so naturally he's powerful!"

"Raw thunder?" Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda looked bewildered. "Is there such a thing as cooked thunder?"

Mao Xiaofang glanced at the two of them and explained:

"The so-called 'generated thunder' is heavenly thunder, a natural lightning strike. The thunder we generate by drawing talismans is transformed from true qi, and its power varies from person to person."

Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda suddenly understood after listening.

Chu Sheng had another thought: If Shi Jian were to fight Zhang Zhiwei at this time, who would have a better chance of winning?

"Father, let me practice my skills."

Shi Shaojian suddenly spoke, and before Shi Jian could reply, he rushed out.

He formed a hand seal, conjuring a short spear of lightning in his palm, which he thrust straight at Old Master Ren's heart.

"Shaojian, be careful!" Lin Fengjiao shouted urgently upon seeing this.

A cunning glint flashed in Old Master Ren's eyes as he deliberately created a flaw in his demeanor.

As the lightning spear approached, the black scales on its chest blazed with a dark light, actually deflecting the spear. At the same time, it swung its claws toward Shi Shaojian's heart!

"not good!"

Seeing that Shi Shaojian was about to be completely exposed, everyone's expression changed drastically, but they were powerless to do anything about it. Even Shi Jian did not expect that Old Master Ren would still have the strength to fight back at this moment.

"Come here!"

In the blink of an eye, Chu Sheng activated the gravity spell again.

He turned his hand into a claw and pulled it backward. Just as Old Master Ren Fan Hei's claw was about to touch Shi Shaojian's body, it forcefully pulled him back.

However, Chu Sheng used too much force, and Shi Shaojian crashed into the wall behind him.

"What...what kind of magic is this?"

When Chu Sheng used the gun earlier, Lin Fengjiao and Master Simu were amazed by his skill. They thought it was just a technique of manipulating objects, but now it seems that it is not!

"This is my junior brother's gravity technique." Yu Chuda revealed a proud expression, especially when he saw Shi Shaojian who had just gotten up and was covering his nose, he felt sweeter than if he had eaten honey.

"Shut up (you're asking for it)!" Mao Xiaofang and Shi Jian shouted at the same time.

One was trying to stop Yu Chuda from talking nonsense, while the other had already attacked Old Master Ren.

But at that moment, another change occurred.

The two jet-black rope guns split into two at an extremely fast speed, stabbing towards Old Master Ren and Shi Jian respectively!

Shi Jian sensed the sneak attack from behind, stomped his foot hard, spun around in the air a few times, and landed again, only with a tear on his Taoist robe.

In contrast, Old Master Ren didn't move at all, relying on his physical strength to withstand the blow.

"hey-hey……"

"Brother Liang, you see, I told you this place would be lively tonight!"

As a lazy voice came from the doorway, everyone turned to look.

A plainly dressed man leaned against the door frame, smiling as he looked into the hall.

"Rootless!"

Chu Sheng immediately recognized the other party—it was Wu Gensheng, the leader of Quanxing Sect, whom he had met once before.

Then a towering man walked up beside him, smiling broadly, and said:

"Haha, as long as it's lively, as long as it's lively, maybe we can finally have some fun today!"

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became eerie.

The five from Maoshan, the two from Quanxing, and Old Master Ren formed a tripartite balance of power.

Shi Jian stared at Wugensheng, lightning flashing in his eyes: "Wugensheng, the leader of Quanxing Sect?"

"It is indeed I." Wugensheng cupped his hands, his smile unchanged. "Master Shi, I have long admired you. Your Lightning Thunder Fist has truly broadened my horizons."

The words were flattering, but the tone revealed not a trace of respect.

"Get lost!" Shi Jian said without any politeness. "Today I'll follow the sect rules and subdue this hairy zombie first, otherwise I'll be the first to kill you, you fiend!"

"Hehe..." Wugensheng smiled and stared at Shi Jian, shaking his head as he said:

"Get lost, of course I'll get lost. But my brother's been in a bad mood lately and wants to fight this zombie."

"Look...why don't you guys sit down over there, have some fruit, and rest for a bit?"

His words immediately displeased the Maoshan people.

"You all go and catch that hairy zombie, leave Wugensheng to me!" Shi Jian was furious and immediately abandoned Old Master Ren, turning his attention to attacking Wugensheng.

"wipe!"

Upon seeing this scene, Chu Sheng couldn't help but mutter a dirty word in his mind.

Indeed, in this world, no matter how crazy you are, there will always be someone crazier than you.

"Haha..." Taking advantage of the opportunity to regulate his breathing, Old Master Ren suddenly spoke up to provoke:

"Wugensheng, how about we make a deal? Today you help me kill these filthy Taoist priests, and in the future I'll help you kill others!"