Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Shi Jian sensed the powerful aura of the weasel and frowned slightly.

It was actually a great demon with over eight hundred years of cultivation, which is quite rare in the cultivation world today!

But who is Shi Jian? The Thunder and Lightning Dharma King who dominates the cultivation world, how could he be afraid of a mere weasel?

"You have some nerve, daring to surround my Shi Jian's dojo!"

"So what? I, Huang Sanniang, have cultivated for nearly a thousand years. Your reputation as a member of Maoshan Mountain can't scare me!"

"Shi Jian, hand over the brat who injured my great-grandson, or I will destroy your Green Bamboo Mountain Dojo!" Huang San Niang roared, and terrifying demonic energy spread out.

"presumptuous!"

Shi Jian was instantly enraged. His body crackled with lightning, and he appeared in front of the dojo as a bolt of lightning!

"You think you can destroy my Green Bamboo Mountain Dojo?"

The terrifying thunderous aura swept across the area, and the surrounding weasels immediately felt enveloped by death, and they all ran back in fright.

Looking at Shi Jian, who was surrounded by lightning, Huang San Niang was slightly shocked. The name of the Thunder King was indeed well-deserved.

"Shi Jian, I respect you as the senior disciple of the Maoshan Sect and also as a peak geomancer."

"But my great-grandson was beaten to death by your apprentice, his internal organs were shattered. Today, you must hand him over to pay for his life."

Shi Jian looked at it coldly: "Hmph, your great-grandson used the evil technique of seeking an official title to harm people first, and my disciple attacked it afterward. It failed to seek the title and was injured instead. That's its own fault."

"You still have the nerve to come and demand our people back?"

Huang Sanniang let out a sharp laugh: "You brought this upon yourself? I, Huang Sanniang, have cultivated for eight hundred years, when have I ever suffered such humiliation? My great-grandson has only fifty years of cultivation, while your disciple, a dignified Taoist, bullies the weak, how shameless!"

Shi Jian scoffed, "When it used the technique of demanding titles to harm people, why didn't you say it was bullying the weak? Just because mortals don't understand magic and can't resist, does that mean it's acceptable?"

"Your Huang family's rules don't apply here. You've brought so many disciples and followers to my Green Bamboo Mountain today; do you intend to start a war with me, Shi Jian?"

A hint of fear flashed in Huang San Niang's blood-red eyes. Shi Jian's reputation was not just for show; the title of Thunder and Lightning King was earned by trading the lives of countless demons and monsters.

Although its cultivation level is as high as eight hundred years, it has less than a 30% chance of winning against Shi Jian, who is at the peak of the Earth Master level.

But it had to come; its great-grandson had been severely injured, his internal organs shattered, and he had died in its arms last night.

That was its most beloved great-grandson, and it watched helplessly as the little guy breathed his last.

This debt must be settled, otherwise how will Huang San Niang survive in the cultivation world in the future?

"Shi Jian, I know you're powerful," Huang San Niang's voice turned sinister, "but do you think the three of you can withstand the siege of my thousands of descendants?"

"Your two disciples are both at the early stage of Daoist cultivation. If I randomly send a few of their children or grandchildren with two or three hundred years of cultivation, how long can they hold out?"

The lightning in Shi Jian's eyes intensified; this old bastard actually dared to threaten him.

What Shi Jian hated most was being threatened, or rather, those who threatened him all died under his thunder magic!

"You can try," Shi Jian said coldly. "Let's see if your children or grandchildren kill my disciple first, or if I skin you alive first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Jian flipped his hands, and lightning crackled around his body!

"Heaven and earth are boundless, the universe borrows its power, thunder and lightning abound, heed my command!"

"Lightning Thunder Fist!"

Blue and white lightning crackled in Shi Jian's palm, then coalesced into a massive bolt of lightning that shot towards Huang San Niang!

Huang San Niang looked at the terrifying lightning and her face showed fear, but it was quickly replaced by anger!

"You're asking for death!" it roared to the sky. "Minions, charge! Kill those two!"

Huang San Niang's claws gathered terrifying demonic energy, forming a spear dozens of feet long, which shot towards the lightning.

boom!

The lightning collided with the spear, blasting the trees within a hundred-meter radius to pieces and leveling the ground. Some weasels that were nearby were killed by the shockwave.

Outside the mountain gate, thousands of weasels rushed frantically toward the temple!

Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian stood at the mountain gate and saw this scene, their scalps tingling with fear.

"So many!" Shi Shaojian's voice trembled.

Lin Bei gritted his teeth and pulled out a handful of talismans from his bundle.

There were at least fifty exorcism talismans. Although they weren't very effective against these weasels, the quantity of talismans made up for it.

"What are you afraid of? Kill as many as they come!"

He scattered the talisman paper into the sky and made hand seals.

"Lord Laozi, may your command be fulfilled immediately!"

Fifty talismans simultaneously lit up with golden light and flew toward the weasel charging at the front.

The talisman landed on the weasel and exploded with a bang.

The dozen or so weasels at the front were blown apart, their skin torn and bleeding, and they rolled on the ground screaming in agony.

Upon seeing this, the weasels behind him all stopped in their tracks, staring intently at Lin Bei.

Just then, a large weasel jumped over and howled angrily.

"Squeak!!!"

The green eyes of those weasels that had stopped in their tracks turned red, and then they charged forward again!

Shi Shaojian summoned the Bagua Mirror and poured his magical power into its surface.

"The Eight Trigrams shine with golden light, slaying demons and monsters!"

A golden beam of light shot out from the mirror, sweeping across the surging pack of weasels.

Wherever the golden light passed, the weasel's body was cleanly severed in two, as if cut by a sharp blade.

Blood splattered, and screams echoed through the courtyard!

But there were too many weasels, and they surrounded us from all directions!

Lin Bei drew his Ghost-Slaying Sword, its dark blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"Golden Light Mantra!"

"Golden light appeared swiftly, enveloping my body!"

A golden light enveloped Lin Bei, and he used the Yu Step technique to charge into the pack of weasels.

He displayed the Maoshan Demon-Slaying Sword Technique to its fullest extent; with flashes of sword light, weasels were cleaved in two!

"Breaking evil!"

"Broken bone!"

"Slay the demon!"

Sword energy shot out from the tip of the sword, piercing through the bodies of four or five weasels.

Shi Shaojian stood behind Lin Bei, and the Bagua mirror continuously emitted golden light, repelling wave after wave of weasels that pounced on him.

However, this fighting style consumed his mana very quickly. After only a quarter of an hour, he had already used up 50% of the mana in his dantian.

"Junior brother, there are too many weasels! If we keep fighting like this, our magic power won't hold!"

Lin Bei slashed down two weasels with one sword stroke, then glanced back at Shi Shaojian. Shi Shaojian's face was slightly pale, and he was panting heavily. It seemed that if he continued for a while, his magical power would be completely exhausted!

"Where are the talismans? Didn't you bring a lot of exorcism talismans?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Shaojian quickly took out dozens of exorcism talismans and threw them all out.

"Holy crap, don't throw them all out!"

"Are you planning to risk your life to survive once your magic runs out?"

While Shi Shaojian was still happy that the talismans had killed more than a dozen weasels, he realized what Lin Bei was saying.

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier? Hurry, give me your talisman!"

Lin Bei had no choice but to share half of the talismans with Shi Shaojian during this brief moment of free time, since he had such a senior brother.

"How many talismans do you have?" Shi Shaojian couldn't help but ask, looking at the large handful of exorcism talismans in his hand!