Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Liu Santong was so shocked that he took three steps back, his expression changing slightly before quickly regaining its cold demeanor: "Lin Jiu of Maoshan... I've long admired your name!"

"Bullshit!" Uncle Nine rarely swore, "You've ruined Renjia Town like this, and you still have the nerve to call yourself an old Taoist priest?"

With a flick of his right hand, the peach wood sword was drawn again, its blade enveloped in a layer of golden light. He transformed into a blur as he charged toward Liu Santong.

"Well done! I'd like to see just how capable you, Lin Jiu of Maoshan, really are!" Liu Santong sneered, taking out a jet-black bronze sword from his sleeve. The sword gleamed with an eerie light, and the two of them suddenly clashed together in the courtyard!

clang!clang!clang!

After exchanging several blows, the clash of their sword energies tore apart all the surrounding flowers, trees, and grass, and shattered the bluestone slabs beneath their feet into dust.

Uncle Nine's sword strikes were faster than the last, each strike carrying immense magical power.

The bronze sword in Liu Santong's hand was enveloped in a strong yin energy, and it was equally sharp, but he was clearly being suppressed by Uncle Jiu!

"The decree of Heaven is commanded by thunder! Five Thunder Gods, descend swiftly to the altar!"

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! By imperial decree!"

At the same time, Uncle Nine made a hand seal with his left hand, and a bolt of lightning shot out from his palm. Liu Santong dodged to the side, but the lightning grazed his shoulder and exploded, instantly turning him into a bloody mess!

Liu Santong clutched his shoulder, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Uncle Nine: "Well done, Lin Jiu of Maoshan! Everyone knows you're skilled in talisman magic, but I never imagined you also had such profound mastery of thunder magic!"

"Hmph, that's because you're ignorant!" Uncle Nine said arrogantly, "I am a disciple of the orthodox Maoshan sect. Talismanic arts are just our basic techniques. Without a few advanced spells that we are proficient in, who would dare to establish a Daoist temple?"

Lying on the ground, Lin Bei watched as his Uncle Nine displayed his divine power and excitedly shouted, "Master Uncle is mighty..."

As soon as he shouted, the purple zombie pounced again. Although it was seriously injured but not dead from Uncle Nine's sword, its movements were noticeably slower.

Lin Bei gritted his teeth and pushed himself up from the ground. He glanced at the doorway out of the corner of his eye and saw that Shi Shaojian had already run back to the mortuary at some point.

"Senior brother... I'm counting on you..." Lin Bei thought to himself!

Liu Santong also noticed Shi Shaojian's disappearing figure. His expression darkened, and he wanted to give chase, but was stopped by Uncle Jiu's sword: "Where do you think you're going?"

"Get out of here!"

Liu Santong roared, and the bronze sword in his hand suddenly burst forth with intense yin energy, slashing back Uncle Jiu with a single strike.

Just as he was about to leap out of the door, Uncle Nine struck him with a talisman to ward off evil spirits, causing him to grunt and forcing him to regain his footing.

"Old man! If you were a geomancer, you might still have a sliver of a chance to escape!"

"But you're a late-stage Master, if I let you escape, how can I face the patriarch?" Uncle Nine said coldly.

After saying that, the two started fighting again, turning the entire backyard upside down!

Meanwhile, Shi Shaojian had already run out of the town.

Despite the excruciating pain, he ran swiftly along the familiar road toward the mortuary.

Half an hour later, he finally rushed into the gate of the mortuary.

The main hall was brightly lit, with the statue of the Three Mao Ancestors sitting in the center, and dozens of ancestral tablets neatly arranged on both sides, each radiating a long-lasting spiritual light.

Shi Shaojian knelt down with a thud and kowtowed three times to the memorial tablets: "Esteemed Ancestral Masters! Your disciple Shi Shaojian, there is rampant evil spirits and purple zombies causing havoc, and my junior brother Lin Bei's life is hanging by a thread! I humbly request that you use my memorial tablets!"

After kowtowing, he suddenly stood up, walked to the offering table, grabbed the largest memorial tablet in the center below the Three Mao Patriarchs, and ran away!

When Shi Shaojian ran back to the Ren residence, panting, the entire courtyard was already a complete mess.

Uncle Nine and Liu Santong each retreated several feet. Uncle Nine's Taoist robe only had a few more tears, while Liu Santong looked much more miserable.

Numerous wounds were exposed beneath the tattered gray robe, especially on the shoulder, with blood flowing continuously down the left hand.

Lin Bei knelt in the ruins, covered in blood, holding the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand, his eyes still filled with that fierce look.

The purple zombie huddled in the corner of the courtyard, its body riddled with holes from the beatings, its corpse energy mostly gone, and it was no longer as ferocious as before!

"Junior brother! I'm back!" Shi Shaojian suddenly raised the ancestral master's tablet in his hand and roared to the sky, "Ancestral master, save me!!!"

"Your precious disciple is about to be beaten to death!"

In the underworld, the Crimson Heaven Immortal, who was enjoying a massage, suddenly sensed a call coming from the mortal realm. His two white eyebrows shot up sharply: "Hmm? That little brat again?"

He then separated a wisp of his primordial spirit and sent it through the underworld. Suddenly, the memorial tablet lit up, and a pale golden phantom slowly emerged from it.

"What audacity! These blind fools dare to mess with even the descendants of my Maoshan sect?"

Seeing Lin Bei's miserable appearance, True Man Chixiao was immediately enraged. He pointed his finger in the air, and a purple lightning rune formed in the void, which then shot towards the purple zombie!

Wherever the purple lightning runes passed, ear-piercing explosions echoed in the air, and the lightning carried an aura of destruction that made all things tremble.

The purple zombie sensed the deadly threat, and for the first time, extreme fear appeared in its blood-red eyes. It turned around and tried to escape through the wall!

However, its speed was as slow as a snail in front of the purple lightning rune. The rune caught up with it in an instant and accurately entered its body!

boom!!!

With a deafening explosion, the purple zombie was reduced to ashes in the lightning, not even a trace of its corpse energy could escape!

"This... not only is he stronger than me, but he even brought up your ancestor?"

Seeing the terrifying power of the purple lightning rune, Liu Santong looked terrified and turned to run away!

"You think you can just leave now that you've come?" Uncle Nine roared, his left hand forming a hand seal, his right hand plunging the peach wood sword into the ground: "Heaven and Earth Profound Ancestor! The Root of All Qi! Talisman Array, activate!"

Suddenly, a huge golden Bagua (Eight Trigrams) array lit up the ground of the entire Ren Mansion. The runes flowed and the light soared into the sky, completely sealing off the space within a radius of several dozen feet!

Liu Santong crashed headfirst into the edge of the talisman array, bounced back, a trickle of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned completely gloomy.

Uncle Nine had already closed in, casting a spell with his left hand while his right hand wielded a peach wood sword enveloped in dazzling golden light, thrusting straight at Liu Santong's chest: "Palm Thunder!"

The sword tip and the palm thunder struck simultaneously. Liu Santong tried his best to raise his sword to block, but the bronze sword was cut in half. His chest was blown open by the palm thunder, and he was sent flying backward, spitting out blood.

"Old man! Are you going to keep running?" Uncle Nine took a step forward, his sword pointing at his forehead.

Liu Santong lay on the ground, covered in blood, his face ashen.

Looking at the empty space where the purple zombie had turned to ashes, and then at Ren Tingting hiding in the main hall in the distance, he suddenly let out a bitter laugh: "Ren Weiyong... what a pity, I could only kill your son, not your granddaughter!"

"My entire family wasn't wiped out... I'm not reconciled... I'm not reconciled at all..."