Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

A terrifying, enormous pillar of lightning shot into the sky from his body, transforming into a purple bolt of lightning that pierced through the heavens and earth, and crashed towards the storm of holy light.

The two forces collided violently in the air, creating a terrifying spatial wave that shook the surrounding clouds and ground.

The terrifying battle fluctuations attracted the attention of all the top experts.

Their expressions were complex after they felt the terrifying shockwave from the collision.

At the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain, the old Celestial Master stood atop the mountain, gazing into the distance, his brow slightly raised: "That brat Shi Jian... who's he fighting with this time?"

"Wait... that force... it's from the Western Church of Light!"

The old celestial master's gaze was icy. "Hmph, a group of people who call themselves righteous, but secretly do dark things!"

"Alas... at a time when the land of Kyushu is in turmoil, all sorts of monsters and demons have emerged."

"Perhaps the old Taoist priest will have to make a move too..."

At the Quanzhen Sect's Zhongnan Mountain Dojo, Master Huijian also looked south with a solemn expression: "This power... has far exceeded the scope of ordinary Celestial Masters."

"The Holy See of Light..." A hint of hatred flashed in Master Huijian's eyes.

Centuries ago, a battle broke out between the East and the West.

The West has sent nearly a hundred cardinals, the Wolf King, and a vampire prince!

The Eastern cultivation world mobilized dozens of Celestial Masters, and the two sides fought a devastating battle in the border mountains!

Although there are many powerful figures in the Western cultivation world, their strength is much weaker than that of ordinary celestial masters. They all rely on faith and bloodline to produce offspring!

Seeing that they couldn't win, these people secretly set up a sinister formation that killed more than a dozen Celestial Masters of the Nine Provinces.

Among them were two from the Quanzhen Sect, which is why the sect has not been able to recover its strength to this day!

In a dark valley, a figure shrouded in black mist raised his head and looked at the lightning bolt on the horizon: "Shi Jian... his strength has increased again."

"The Holy See of Light, huh? This kind of power is really unsettling..."

Deep within Shennongjia, a giant dragon coiled in Bibo Lake opened its vertical pupils: "Thunder Dao Celestial Master... this kid has unlimited potential."

The Holy Light Storm and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder devoured each other for dozens of breaths. Finally, the power of the Holy Light Storm was pierced by the Thunder Pillar, turning into countless white light spots that dissipated into the air.

Kazimir knelt amidst the ruins of the church, his holy light completely extinguished, his breath barely perceptible.

He looked up at Shi Jian, his eyes filled with despair: "Why...why didn't you kill me..."

"Because... I'm waiting for your summons." Shi Jian looked at him with amusement.

"Do you think I'm unaware of your underhanded tactics?"

Kazimir shuddered, fear flashing in his eyes: "How...how did you know...?"

"Your life force is rapidly draining away, but that draining power hasn't dissipated; instead, it's opening a spatial channel through faith!"

Shi Jian smiled and looked at him. "Am I right?"

"You want the Vatican's reinforcements to rescue you?"

Kazimir was deathly pale; his plan had indeed been seen through.

He had been using his life force to maintain a void passage, trying to summon reinforcements from the Papacy.

Who knew that Shi Jian had seen through his intentions from the very beginning, but he never stopped him and instead fought alongside him until now.

"You...you actually waited for me to complete the summoning channel?" Kazimierz's voice was filled with despair.

Shi Jian smirked coldly: "Of course, what's the point of killing a cardinal like you?"

"If I'm going to kill, I'll kill the whole nest."

"Since your Vatican enjoys causing trouble on other people's turf so much, then I will make a trip to your stronghold."

Kazimir trembled violently; he tried to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

"The tunnel should be almost finished, right?"

Shi Jian looked up at the sky, and indeed, a crack was forming deep within the white light that had not yet completely dissipated.

He ignored the collapsed Kazimir and turned to Lin Bei: "Kid, watch closely."

"Today, I'll teach you a trick: what it means to retaliate in kind."

Kazimir stared at him in horror: "What...what are you going to do?"

Shi Jian ignored him, stepped into the spatial rift, and disappeared into the white light.

Lin Bei and Zhang Zhiling were both stunned on the spot...

"Master...did he go in?"

Lin Bei struggled to his feet, staring dumbfounded at the slowly shrinking spatial rift.

"He...he's going to the Vatican?"

Zhang Zhiling also stood up, leaning against the wall, her face full of shock. "Alone?"

Holy crap, is it that powerful?

On the other side of the spatial rift lies the Church of Light.

A magnificent white hall, with a high dome inlaid with countless luminous gems, illuminated the entire hall as bright as day.

On the high platform in the center of the hall, Pope Benedict Valentius stood before the enormous altar of holy light.

He wore a magnificent golden and white robe, held a scepter inlaid with a huge gemstone, and was surrounded by a dense holy light.

Behind him stood a dozen cardinals and hundreds of bishops of various ranks, all waiting for the moment when the passage would be fully opened.

"Kazimir can't hold on any longer."

Benedict Valentius's voice carried a hint of gravity: "An extremely powerful heretical force is obstructing us from the other side of the passage."

"Your Majesty, the passage is being widened!" shouted a cardinal.

The Pope nodded: "Prepare to enter. Since these heretics dare to act on my Papacy's territory, let them taste the Holy Light..."

Before he could finish speaking, the spatial passage suddenly trembled.

A figure bathed in blue and white lightning strode out, like a thunder god descending from the sky.

When Shi Jian appeared, lightning struck him, causing the two bishops closest to him to stagger backward.

Shi Jian stepped directly above the temple, his gaze fixed on the dumbfounded members of the Holy See.

A smug smile crept across his lips: "The Holy See of Light... Hahahaha, it's nothing special."

The temple was silent for a moment, then erupted into a deafening clamor.

"heresy!"

"How did he get in?!"

"Grab him!"

"Who...who are you?!" a cardinal shouted sternly.

"Nine Provinces... Maoshan, Thunder and Lightning Dharma King, Shi Jian!"

Shi Jian's voice echoed in the hall, carrying an air of dominance over the world, "Didn't you want to go to Kyushu to spread your religion?"

"No need to go there, I will come to your lair myself."

Benedict Valentius's expression suddenly darkened. He sensed the terrifyingly powerful lightning energy emanating from Shi Jian, which was enough to threaten the Vatican headquarters.

"Hmph, you're the first person in thousands of years to dare to storm the Holy See alone!"

"Take him down!" Benedict Valentius commanded.