Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

The male ghost in Qing Dynasty official robes looked at Lin Bei, and the eerie green flames in his eyes flickered a few times.

"Interesting. A mere early-stage Taoist priest managed to kill two of my subordinates." The male ghost floated forward a few steps. "But that's all it will do."

It opened its mouth and spewed out a thick stream of yin energy, more than ten times thicker than the previous ghosts' exhalations. It resembled a giant black dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced towards Lin Bei.

Lin Bei's expression changed, and he used the Yu Step to dodge to the side.

But the yin energy was too fast and too wide, and he couldn't dodge it at all.

"Golden Light Mantra!"

The golden light shield lit up, and the yin energy collided with it, causing it to shake violently and develop countless cracks.

Lin Bei's magical power surged wildly, maintaining the golden light shield from breaking.

The male ghost in Qing Dynasty official robes watched Lin Bei struggle to hold on, and suddenly, he sensed that Lin Bei's magical power had a special quality!

"I never expected this, little Taoist priest! You actually possess a pure Yang body!"

"Hehehe, this is truly a great gift from heaven! Little Taoist, accept your fate!"

The male ghost waved his hand again, and a huge bolt of yin energy shot towards Lin Bei!

boom!

Lin Bei's Golden Light Mantra was teetering on the brink of collapse, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

"Young Taoist, your Golden Light Mantra is quite good; you've been able to hold out for so long." The male ghost sneered, "But that's about it."

It opened its mouth and exhaled another burst of yin energy.

The two streams of yin energy combined, doubling their power, and the cracks on the golden light shield spread out like a spider web.

Lin Bei felt his mana being rapidly depleted. He had already used up six out of ten mana strands. If this continued, he would be finished once the golden light shield shattered.

"Damn it, I'll risk it!"

Lin Bei bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of pure yang essence blood onto the peach wood sword.

"Eighth Form, Soul Breaker!"

The runes on the peach wood sword lit up with a dazzling golden light. Lin Bei gripped the sword with both hands and slashed at the ball of yin energy.

The sword light cleaved open a gap in the yin energy, and Lin Bei rushed out of the gap, heading straight for the male ghost in Qing Dynasty official robes.

A hint of surprise flashed in the male ghost's eyes, but he quickly resumed his cold smile.

"court death!"

A ghost and a human collided, their sword light and ghostly claws clashing, sparks flying everywhere.

"Breaking evil!"

"Broken bone!"

"level off hilltops!"

"Gypsy!"

"Slay the demon!"

"Exorcise the demon!"

Lin Bei unleashed six sword techniques in one breath, his sword energy crisscrossing, forcing the male ghost to retreat repeatedly.

However, the male ghost's cultivation level was too high, at least three hundred years of cultivation, which was more than one level stronger than the previous few hundred-year-old vengeful ghosts.

It dodged Lin Bei's sword energy and grabbed Lin Bei's shoulder with one claw.

Tear!

His Taoist robe was torn open with a large tear, and there were three bloody gashes on his shoulder, so deep that the bone was visible.

Lin Bei gasped in pain and stumbled backward.

The male ghost gave him no chance to breathe, and with a swift movement, appeared in front of Lin Bei, grabbing at his chest with another claw.

Lin Bei dodged to the side, but the male ghost was too fast, and his claws left three bloody marks on his chest.

"Golden Light Mantra!"

The golden light shield lit up again, but it was much dimmer than before, and Lin Bei only had three strands of magic power left in his body.

The male ghost kicked Lin Bei in the stomach, sending him flying. He crashed into the courtyard wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Bei slid down the wall, knelt on one knee, and used the peach wood sword stuck in the ground to support his body.

At this moment, every part of his body ached; blood was gushing from the wounds on his shoulders and chest, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

The male ghost floated down in front of Lin Bei and looked down at him.

"Little Taoist priest, is that all you've got? I thought you were much more powerful."

It reached out, grabbed Lin Bei by the neck, and lifted him up.

Lin Bei was being choked until he couldn't breathe, and his face turned bright red.

"Pure Yang Dao Body, tsk tsk tsk, this is the first time I've encountered one in my three hundred years of life." The male ghost licked his lips. "Eating you will increase my cultivation by at least two hundred years."

The old manor lord, hiding in the corner, saw this scene and his cloudy eyes were filled with unbearable pity.

He gritted his teeth, ran out from the corner, and knelt down with a thud.

"Master Ghost, Master Ghost, please, spare this young Taoist priest! He's just a child!"

The male ghost turned his head and looked at the old manor lord, his eerie green ghost fire flickering a few times.

"You old fool, who do you think you are? You dare to plead for me?"

"My lord, if you want incense, I'll burn incense for you; if you want offerings, I'll set them out for you. Please, have mercy and let this young Taoist priest go." The old manor kowtowed as he spoke, his forehead hitting the bluestone slab with a loud thud.

The male ghost sneered and waved his hand, sending a burst of yin energy striking the old manor lord.

The old manor lord screamed as he was sent flying, crashing to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Old man, I've put up with you for a long time." The male ghost released Lin Bei and floated towards the old manor lord. "Back then, when I asked you to make offerings to me, you were still reluctant and insisted that I extract the soul of your dead wife before you would obey."

The old manor lord lay on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with fear and rage.

"You devil..."

"A devil?" the male ghost laughed. "I am the devil, so what can you do about it?"

Lin Bei fell to the ground, panting heavily.

He watched the male ghost's arrogant back, a flash of lightning in his eyes.

He had been waiting, holding back a trump card from the start of the battle until now.

He only withstood one bolt of lightning with the Lightning Thunder Fist; he was just starting out and couldn't be considered a true master.

However, he already possessed a trace of lightning power within him, which remained hidden deep within his magical power and had not been used.

Lin Bei struggled to his feet and slowly raised his hands in front of him.

The ten streams of magical power in his dantian had been depleted to only two, but within those two streams, faint strands of lightning flickered.

He guided the two streams of magical power, directing them along specific meridians.

He had memorized the core techniques of the Lightning Thunder Fist perfectly when he was at Green Bamboo Mountain, but he had never actually used them.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their power..."

Lin Bei chanted a spell in a low voice, and the air between his hands began to distort.

The male ghost suddenly sensed a chilling aura, turned around, and saw faint blue-white electric light flickering between Lin Bei's hands.

Its pupils suddenly contracted.

"The power of thunder? Impossible! You're just a mere Daoist cultivator; how could you possibly control thunder?"

Lin Bei raised his head, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with lightning.

"Impossible? I'll show you what 'possible' really means today!"

"Thunderous might, heed my command!"

"Lightning Thunder Fist!"

Lin Bei pushed his palms forward, and two faint bolts of lightning shot out from his palms, heading straight for the male ghost.

The lightning bolt was only as thick as a finger, far less powerful than the terrifying force Shi Jian had unleashed, but its extremely strong and yang aura was the nemesis of all evil and yin things.