This celestial master cultivates both physical and magical arts; why did you provoke him?

Xia En dodged another punch, but the force of the blow grazed his shoulder, tearing a hole in his clothes.

He didn't look at the wound; he just stared at the Zombie King's movements.

Five hundred years of earth energy—its power is indeed immense.

But the greater the power, the greater the consumption.

The Zombie King's power comes from the earth's energy, which originates from this graveyard.

As long as he is cut off from this land.

Xia En suddenly squatted down and slammed his fist into the ground.

"boom--!!!"

The ground exploded, sending dirt flying. The ground beneath the Zombie King's feet collapsed, causing him to lose his balance and fall forward. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shane pulled a talisman from his pocket and stuck it to the crack in the ground.

"Thunder Magic - Earth Binding"

Golden light spread from the talisman, covering the entire ground like a spider web.

The Zombie King felt his power draining away.

The earth's energy was severed by the rune array.

He let out an angry roar, suddenly looked up, and stared intently at Xia En with his pale eyes.

"you!!"

"Your power comes from the earth's energy." Shane stood up and cracked his knuckles. "Without the earth's energy, you'd be a dried-up corpse that's been dead for hundreds of years."

The Zombie King roared and pounced, but he was much slower and weaker.

Xia En dodged his punch to the side and then retaliated with a punch to his ribs.

"Crack—" The sound of bones breaking was clear and piercing. A large dent appeared under the Zombie King's ribs, and black liquid gushed from the wound.

He screamed and staggered back, but Xia En gave him no chance to catch his breath, catching up in one step and delivering another punch to his chest.

His chest caved in, his crown flew off, and the Zombie King staggered back several steps.

He looked down at the two large holes in his chest, a hint of disbelief flashing in his pale eyes.

"You...how could you..."

"I told you, I am a Celestial Master." Xia En stood in front of him, his right fist clenched, lightning crackling on its surface. "But even a Celestial Master knows martial arts."

The Zombie King raised his head and stared at Xia En.

His eyes changed; they were no longer filled with contempt and mockery, but with fear.

A fear that comes from instinct and is etched into one's bones.

"Who exactly are you? Among the Celestial Masters of Longhu Mountain, there is no master like you! No Celestial Master uses fists and feet! You...you come from a martial arts family?"

Xia En looked at him and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he laughed, a laugh tinged with helplessness. "My master asked me that question too."

"What?"

He asked me if I had secretly practiced martial arts.

Shane said, "I said no, I'm just strong."

The Zombie King was stunned.

Strong?

Just because of this?

He didn't believe it, but he no longer had the chance to ask.

Xia En took a deep breath, stepped back half a step with his right foot, and lowered his body slightly.

It was exactly the same punch he threw at the chemical plant in the eastern suburbs.

The power originates from the feet, travels through the waist and hips, reaches the shoulders, and finally explodes from the fist.

But this time, his fist was covered in a layer of lightning—a golden, dazzling layer of lightning containing destructive power.

"That punch," Shane said, "is called Overwhelming Force."

He threw a punch.

The lightning and the force of the fist merged into one, transforming into a golden pillar of light that slammed straight into the Zombie King's chest.

"boom--!!!"

The Zombie King's body was engulfed by a golden pillar of light.

Scales shattered, black mist evaporated, and bones crumbled.

A huge hole was blasted into his chest; the edges of the hole weren't torn, but evaporated.

It was instantly vaporized by the force of that punch.

His body began to shatter inch by inch from his chest, turning into black powder that was scattered by the force of the punch.

"No--!!!"

The Zombie King let out a final scream before its entire body exploded.

Black powder filled the air, like a black snowfall.

The corpses he controlled also fell down at the same time, turning into piles of real, motionless corpses.

The cemetery was quiet.

The moonlight shone down again, illuminating the ravaged land and the young man standing amidst the pile of corpses.

Xia En withdrew his fist and looked down at his hand.

The lightning on the fist slowly dissipated, revealing the bright red knuckles underneath.

The skin cracked and bled.

He shook his hand and put it in his pocket.

Fang Zijian ran out of his hiding place, but his legs gave way halfway through and he almost fell to the ground.

"You, you... that punch..."

"Overwhelming," Shane said.

"I know you call it 'Overwhelming Force'!"

Fang Zijian's voice trembled, "But what was that thing?! One punch! One punch that blasted the Zombie King to pieces! Not even a speck of dust remained! What kind of monster are you?!"

Xia En glanced at him.

"I am not a monster, I am a Taoist priest."

Fang Zijian opened his mouth, unable to speak.

Liu Ruyan ran over, grabbed Xia En's hand, and her eyes reddened as she looked at the cracked skin and blood seeping from the back of his hand.

You are injured.

"External injury".

"That's a lie."

Liu Ruyan's tears fell and dripped onto the back of his hand.

Your hands are shaking.

Xia En looked down at his hands.

He was indeed trembling, not from exhaustion, but from depletion of his magical power.

The overwhelming force combined with lightning magic almost drained all of his magical power.

He smiled.

"It's nothing, you'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Chen Guodong walked over, his face ashen as he looked at the messy cemetery and the hundreds of corpses that had fallen again.

"What...what should we do?"

Xia En thought for a moment.

"Report it, just say... geological changes caused the tomb to collapse, and the body was naturally destroyed."

"What...what should we do?"

Xia En thought for a moment.

"Report it, just say... geological changes caused the tomb to collapse, and the body was naturally destroyed."

Chen Guodong's lips twitched.

Do you think anyone will believe that?

Xia En looked at him and said seriously:

"No. But they can't disprove it either."

Chen Guodong remained silent for a long time, then sighed.

"I'll give it a try."

Xia En turned and walked out of the cemetery.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the Chu King's tomb that had been blown open.

Deep inside the tomb, something else was glowing.

A faint, eerie green light.

He frowned, but didn't go over to look.

I'm too tired, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

The next day, Qingheju.

Xia En lay on the wicker chair, his right hand wrapped in bandages, a lollipop dangling from his mouth.

Fang Zijian squatted on the steps, scrolling through his phone, glancing up at Xia En every now and then with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Shane asked.

"I'm thinking about a question," Fang Zijian said.

"What?"

"Are you a celestial master or a body cultivator?"

Xia En thought for a moment. "Celestial Master."

"The Celestial Master blasted the Zombie King to pieces with a single punch?"

"Can't a Taoist priest practice martial arts?"

Fang Zijian choked.

Liu Ruyan sat beside him, smiling as she changed his bandages.

"Don't argue with him, you can't win."

Fang Zijian sighed and lowered his head to continue scrolling through his phone.

After swiping for only a few seconds, he suddenly exclaimed "Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"Someone posted about it online."

Fang Zijian handed over his phone. "Tell me about the cemetery in the western suburbs. Someone took a picture of you."

Xia En took the phone.

On the screen was a blurry photograph: in the moonlight, a young man stood in the center of a pile of corpses, surrounded by shattered bodies and black powder filling the air.

The photo was taken from a distance, so you can't see the face clearly, but the pose is...

Make a fist with your right hand and raise it slightly.

The title of the post is:

"A mysterious master has appeared in the western suburbs cemetery, smashing the zombie king with a single punch! Is he a Celestial Master from Longhu Mountain? From a martial arts family?"

The comments section has exploded.

"Is this photoshopped? There are no zombies in this world."

"It's not photoshopped! My cousin was there; he's a policeman! He said he saw it with his own eyes!"

"Knock it out with one punch? You think this is a movie?"

"Wait a minute... why does this person look so familiar? Isn't he the one from the chemical plant in the eastern suburbs?"

"People from the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain? I've been there, and I've never heard of anyone that powerful."

"From a martial arts family, right? This boxing style, it's obvious they're trained."