Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Forty-nine talismans burned out simultaneously, transforming into a thick bolt of purple lightning that crashed down from the heavens, piercing through the entire Black Wind Ridge!

The mountain ridge exploded with a deafening roar, and terrifying lightning, carrying the power to destroy everything, struck down on Shi Wuming.

Shi Wuming's pupils contracted sharply; at that moment, he felt a real threat of death.

He suddenly grabbed a senior disciple beside him and used him as a shield.

Before the elder could react, he was pierced through by purple lightning and instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

But the power of that lightning bolt did not diminish much, and it still crashed down on Shi Wuming.

"Corpse Soul Orb! Block it!"

In his haste, Shi Wuming unleashed the Corpse Soul Pearl!

A jet-black bead, gleaming with an eerie light, shot out of his mouth, heading straight for the bolt of lightning.

boom!!!

The purple lightning collided with the Corpse Soul Pearl, creating a terrifying shockwave.

Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the Corpse Soul Pearl, and after a few breaths, it exploded and turned into countless fragments.

Shi Wuming was hit by the aftershock, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his aura instantly plummeted.

"My Soul Orb!"

Shi Wuming trembled with heartache, but before he could even feel the pain, another huge rock crashed down on his head.

The entire Corpse Soul Sect's headquarters began to collapse at this moment.

"Run! The sect is about to collapse!" a geomancer elder shouted hoarsely.

The nine elders simultaneously soared into the sky, smashing through the rocks above them and bursting out of the ground.

Shi Wuming followed closely behind, his figure transforming into a streak of black light as he crashed through the rock layer and soared into the sky.

Shi Jian walked on air, flying out from the collapsed mountain and hovering in mid-air.

His Taoist robe was tattered, he was covered in blood, and he stared coldly at the ten people opposite him.

At this moment, the entire Black Wind Ridge split open, revealing a massive underground cave structure beneath.

Thick clouds of smoke billowed into the sky, and pebbles flew everywhere.

High in the sky, ten figures stood facing each other.

Shi Jian faced off against Shi Wuming and nine Earth Master Elders alone, and his momentum was in no way inferior.

All living beings within hundreds of miles of Black Wind Ridge sensed this terrifying pressure.

Birds and beasts in the mountains and forests fled in panic, and even the demons and monsters hiding deep in the mountains and forests were so frightened that they retreated back to their nests and dared not show their faces.

Disciples from several nearby sects stared in disbelief at the lightning flashing high in the sky.

"Who...who are fighting?"

"I sensed several auras of Earth Master level, and one... Celestial Master?"

"A battle at the Celestial Master level?"

"This is not something we lowly underlings are qualified to look at!"

"Run! Get away!"

Those cultivators who originally wanted to approach and investigate fled as soon as they sensed the terrifying aura, fearing they would be caught in the aftershocks.

High in the sky, Shi Wuming steadied himself.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face extremely gloomy.

The nine Earth Master Elders behind him were also covered in dust and dirt, with varying degrees of injury.

Shi Wuming stared intently at Shi Jian, his eyes filled with not only anger but also apprehension.

That bolt of purple lightning almost killed him!

If it weren't for the Corpse Soul Pearl blocking the fatal blow for him, he would have been reduced to ashes by now.

Now that the Corpse Soul Pearl has been destroyed, his primordial spirit has also suffered a backlash.

Although his cultivation level has not dropped, his combat power has been greatly reduced.

"Shi Jian!"

Shi Wuming gritted his teeth, "You destroyed my sect and killed my disciples. If I don't kill you today, I, Shi Wuming, swear I'm not human!"

"You're not even human to begin with."

Shi Jian coldly replied, "You hid underground, sucking the blood of young boys and girls for over a decade to reach the Heavenly Master realm, and you dare to utter the word 'human'?"

"And don't talk nonsense. It seems you killed all those masters in your sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure blurred, transforming into a bolt of lightning that rushed towards Shi Wuming.

Shi Wuming's face darkened, and he turned to the nine Earth Master elders, shouting, "Stop him!"

Nine geomancer elders attacked simultaneously, unleashing various magical artifacts imbued with intense yin energy towards Shi Jian.

"Thunderous Path!"

Shi Jian pushed out with both palms, and countless bolts of lightning shot out from his palms, sweeping towards the nine people.

The lightning collided with the magical artifact in mid-air, exploding into bursts of dazzling light.

Two elders who were at the early stage of geomancy were instantly pierced through the chest by lightning and fell from the sky with screams.

The remaining six were also forced to retreat repeatedly, unable to withstand Shi Jian's offensive.

"Shi Jian..."

With a roar, Shi Wuming took out a black banner from his sleeve.

With a flick of the finger, the black banner instantly transformed into a towering structure over ten feet tall.

This banner is woven from the silk of the Netherworld Cold Silkworm and embroidered with nine slowly rotating skulls.

The flagpole is entirely black, made of thousand-year-old ebony, and is engraved with intricate Nine Yin Soul-Suppressing Runes.

"The Banner of the Nine Netherworld King!"

Shi Wuming suddenly threw the banner into the air, "Shi Jian! Let me show you the power of the Corpse Soul Sect's most treasured artifact!"

A black banner unfurled in the air, and the nine skulls on its surface opened their mouths simultaneously, emitting a silent shriek.

It spread outwards from the central banner, extending in all directions.

Shi Jian frowned, feeling a tremor in his primordial spirit. He quickly circulated his magic power to protect his mind.

Shi Wuming formed hand seals and chanted a string of obscure incantations.

The Nine Netherworld King Banner trembled violently!

"All corpses, heed my command!" Corpseless Life shouted.

Those unclaimed, lonely souls, wild corpses, and rotting bodies lurking deep in the mountains and forests!

Whether they possessed sentience or not, they all became restless at this moment.

Drawn by that invisible force, they surged from all directions, converging towards Black Wind Ridge.

A dense, dark mass, numbering at least several thousand.

Shi Wuming hovered high in the sky, holding the Nine Netherworld King Banner, and said with a sinister laugh, "Shi Jian, aren't you powerful? Go ahead and kill them all!"

"I'd like to see how many you can kill!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Shi Jian laughed loudly, "What use are a bunch of ants, no matter how many come!"

He spread his palms out, and lightning suddenly gathered between them. "Sixth Form, Myriad Paths of Thunder!"

Countless bolts of lightning shot out from his palm, covering the entire battlefield like a torrential rain.

Each bolt of lightning struck a target with pinpoint accuracy, exploding on the corpses and wandering spirits, instantly reducing them to ashes.

Thousands of lost souls vanished in droves under the intense bombardment of thunder!

In just a dozen breaths, the thousands of corpses were wiped out completely, leaving not even a trace.

Shi Wuming watched this scene with a livid face.

The horde of corpses under the command of the Nine Netherworld King Banner was easily defeated by Shi Jian in one move, and it did not play any role in restraining the enemy.

"Is that all your banner can do?"

Shi Jian sneered, "Use whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve, lest you regret it after you die."

Shi Wuming gripped the Nine Netherworld King Banner tightly, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Fine! Then let you taste this!"

He shook the banner, and the nine skulls on it spun simultaneously, opening their mouths to spew out nine gray-black chains of ghostly spirits.

Those nine chains were even more bizarre than the previous Xuan Yin Soul-Locking Chains, emanating a chilling power that penetrated straight to the soul.

"Nine Yin Soul Refining!" Shi Wuming roared.