Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Under the same night sky, in a remote mountain village hundreds of miles away.

The moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, plunging the entire village into a deathly darkness.

Liu Santong stood at the village entrance, exuding a terrifying aura.

Wherever it went, the grass and trees withered, and birds and beasts disappeared.

Behind him followed a figure who also exuded a chilling aura; it was Awei.

At this moment, Awei was wearing a tattered black robe.

His face was bluish-black, and his eye sockets were sunken!

A strange red light shone deep within his pupils, and the aura emanating from his body clearly indicated that he had reached the level of a mage.

He was holding a dried-up corpse in his hand, its life force completely drained!

It was obviously that unlucky guy who ran into these two jinxes in the middle of the night while doing something naughty!

Let's go!

Liu Santong's chilling voice rang out, "Leave no one alive in this village."

Awei remained silent and simply followed Liu Santong into the village.

As soon as the two stepped into the village, an old yellow dog darted out from the corner of the wall and barked wildly at them.

Liu Santong didn't even raise his eyes; he simply flicked his sleeve.

A wisp of black smoke shot out, and the yellow dog didn't even have time to let out a scream before it collapsed to the ground, its body quickly withering away.

Immediately afterwards, a faint breath of blood flew into Liu Santong's mouth.

Liu Santong smacked his lips, saying with some dissatisfaction, "The bloodlust of beasts can never compare to that of humans..."

At this moment, the other dogs in the village seemed to sense something and started barking wildly.

The villagers were gradually awakened by the barking of the dogs and came out to check.

"What happened?"

"Who...who's outside?"

The man saw two dark figures standing in the village, but he couldn't see their faces clearly yet.

A wave of yin energy rushed towards him, enveloping his entire body.

A moment later, the man turned into a dried-up corpse and fell to the ground.

The screams rang out one after another, then stopped abruptly within a few breaths.

The entire village was plunged into a silent massacre.

Liu Santong walked in front, and wherever he went, whether it was people or animals.

Anyone touched by the malevolent aura emanating from him will die on the spot.

He swallowed all the blood and energy in his body...

Awei, standing behind him, used even more bizarre methods.

Each time he waved his hand, a wisp of black energy, carrying the villagers' blood and qi, would flow into his palm.

Those whose life force was drained quickly turned into dried corpses.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, not a single one of the hundreds of people in the entire village survived.

Liu Santong stood in the center of the village, his menacing aura even stronger than before he entered the village.

His skin had a dull sheen, and fine lines could be faintly seen running beneath it.

"Middle stage of hair stiffness!"

Liu Santong looked down at his hands. "After slaughtering a few dozen more villages, I can break through to the late stage of the Mao Jiang."

Awei walked over from the side, carrying a half-dried corpse in his hand, and casually threw it on the ground.

"Master, the news of Shi Jian's destruction of the Corpse Soul Sect has already spread throughout the cultivation world."

"Um..."

Liu Santong didn't even lift his eyelids. "That piece of trash Shi Wuming, a mere early-stage Celestial Master, was actually killed by a peak-stage Earth Master. He deserved to die."

"If it were me, I could kill Shi Jian with a single palm strike..."

He then added with disdain: "The Corpse Soul Sect has been passed down for over a thousand years, yet it was wiped out by a single person. Does it even deserve to be called a major evil sect?"

"But it's all good. With the Corpse Soul Sect destroyed, the attention of those prestigious sects is focused on Maoshan, which saves us a lot of trouble."

Liu Santong stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the heavens: "Alas... it seems the hope for the rise of the heretical path has ultimately fallen into my hands!"

"So, what's next..." Awei looked at Liu Santong with his bloodshot eyes.

Liu Santong raised his hand and glanced at the lingering malevolent energy on his fingertips: "Continue south."

"The things hidden deep in the mountains and forests are far more useful than those in these villages."

Then, he turned around, took a step, and disappeared into the night.

Awei stood there, watching Liu Santong's figure disappear into the darkness.

The red light deep in his eyes flickered slightly, then he lowered his head and followed.

Perhaps even Liu Santong himself couldn't have imagined that the soul-controlling spell he placed on Awei had gradually...lost control as Awei's cultivation level increased!

Shortly after the two left, the village returned to its deathly silence.

All that remained were desiccated corpses scattered on the ground...

Another half hour passed, and five figures dressed in light yellow Taoist robes swiftly flew over from a distance and landed at the village entrance.

The leader was a young Taoist priest in his early twenties, with a magic sword hanging at his waist. He had a thin face and sharp eyes.

A small thunder pattern was embroidered on the lapel of the Taoist robe, which was the mark of the outer disciples of the Shenxiao Sect.

This person is Zhou Xuanqing, the eldest outer disciple of the Shenxiao Sect, a Daoist with late-stage cultivation.

"Senior brother, we're late again."

A disciple came out of the next room, his face grim. "It's still the same, not a single one is alive."

Zhou Xuanqing squatted down and looked at the dried corpse on the ground. "The evil energy entered the body and drained its blood and qi. Only a heretical cultivator at least at the level of a sorcerer could do that."

Four disciples followed behind, one of them pale-faced: "Senior brother, which village... which one is this?"

"The seventeenth..."

Zhou Xuanqing stood up. "It's been almost two months since the incident in the first village!"

"We were chasing after them all the way, but we were always a step behind."

He walked to the center of the village, looked down at the remaining traces of malevolent energy on the ground, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"No, the malevolent energy on the ground was only recently left!"

The others were immediately shocked: "What? Doesn't that mean the heretical sect is nearby?"

"Senior brother, should we continue the pursuit?"

The people present hesitated. The evil cultivators were powerful, and if they went up there, they would almost certainly be doomed!

"Good and evil are opposed, and they will fight each other for life!"

"Now that we've found traces, we can't let it go!"

"Report to your sect first!"

Zhou Xuanqing took out a sound transmission artifact and notified the nearby elders.

Then he took out a compass from his bosom and poured his magic power into it.

"The earth's energy returns to its origin, the malevolent energy seeks its trace! Draw it in!"

A wisp of extremely fine malevolent energy rose from the ground and coiled around the compass needle.

The compass needle spun rapidly, eventually pointing deep into the southern mountains and forests.

"Chase!"

He was the first to rush off in that direction, followed closely by his four disciples.

Deep in the dense forest, Liu Santong and Awei were moving quickly.

Liu Santong was extremely fast, each step covering a distance of several meters.

The fallen leaves and withered branches underfoot were corroded by the evil energy, leaving a deep black mark.

Awei followed closely behind him, his breathing deep and unhurried, a stark contrast to the cowardly security captain he had been before.

Suddenly, Liu Santong stopped abruptly.

He stopped and turned to look behind him.

A cold smile crept across his lips: "Heh, courting death!"

"Someone is following us."

Awei asked expressionlessly, "Should we dispose of it?"

"No rush..."

Liu Santong withdrew his gaze. "Let's see where they come from first. If they're from Maoshan..."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, his voice filled with overwhelming hatred: "Then I'll just collect some interest first!"

The two sped up again and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.