Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

boom--

Liang Ting's moves were devoid of any fancy techniques; they were simply pure, brute force.

With a single move, he shattered the net formed by the seven strands of Qi.

It shattered instantly, exploding into countless points of light.

The seven disciples who had set up the formation were struck as if by a heavy blow.

They all coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing into several tables and chairs.

Seeing this, Chu Sheng quickly pulled Ren Tingting back, while glancing towards the gate.

Be prepared to flee at any time.

"Liang Ting, die!" The old man in the green robe's expression changed drastically when he saw that his disciple was no match for him.

He shook the whisk in his hand, and the whisk tails exploded up, shooting towards Liang Ting's face like steel needles.

"This is the Chai School's ultimate technique, 'Thousand Needles to Break Evil,' specifically designed to counter external martial arts techniques."

"Hehe, too bad, it's useless to Brother Liang."

Wugensheng, without anyone noticing, moved closer to Chusheng and began to give a vivid and engaging explanation of the battlefield.

really!

Liang Ting didn't even blink.

He let the dust particles, sharp enough to pierce through iron plates, hit his face.

A series of clanging sounds, like metal clashing, rang out.

He touched his face and pursed his lips.

"Your whisk... should be quite useful for sweeping the kang (heated brick bed)."

As he spoke, he pushed the old man in the green robe with a palm.

Bang!

Terrifying strength,

"you!"

The old man in the green robe trembled with rage, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat.

Wugensheng reminded him, "Brother Liang, that's enough."

"Don't kill him again, or you'll ruin your Dao heart."

Liang Ting obediently stopped his second step, scratching his bald head:

"Okay?"

Just as Liang Ting was about to stop, and Wu Gengsheng had a bored expression that said "another fight."

A sudden change has occurred!

A figure dressed in tattered Qing Dynasty official robes, with a bluish-gray complexion and murky yellow pupils.

It clung to the old man in the green robe like a ghost.

A claw pierced through the old man in the green robe's back.

It opened its bloody mouth and suddenly bit the old man's neck.

"Glug... Glug..." She drank his blood.

In the blink of an eye, the old man's body visibly withered away.

"Old Master Ren?!"

Chu Sheng's pupils shrank sharply. He never expected that this old man would not hide in the mountains to heal his injuries, but instead dare to show up in the town.

"grandfather?!"

Ren Tingting recognized Old Master Ren and looked on in disbelief.

"Uncle-Master!" "Master!"

The disciples of the Chai faction screamed in terror, their eyes wide with horror.

"A corpse demon?" Wugensheng exclaimed, his gaze then falling on the faint, dark light emanating from Old Master Ren's chest.

"Or is it a scaly ghoul?"

Liang Ting frowned, clearly displeased that Old Master Ren had killed the old man in the green robe. He said unhappily:

"Where did this ugly thing come from? Who gave you permission to kill an old man?"

"Didn't you hear me say I was going to let him go?"

Grandpa Ren seemed completely uninterested in Liang Ting's provocation.

His cloudy, yellow eyes.

It rotates slowly.

Finally, the focus was firmly on Chu Sheng.

Chu Sheng frowned, instantly sensing something was wrong.

Without waiting for any action.

Old Master Ren's figure blurred, transforming into a gust of foul wind, rushing straight towards Chu Sheng.

"Be careful!"

Chu Sheng reacted quickly, pushing Ren Tingting to a safer corner nearby.

Stepping forward with the steps of Yu the Great, instead of retreating, they advanced to greet Old Master Ren.

But before he could even make a move...

Three dark rope guns lashed out at Old Master Ren's face.

Bang bang bang!

Three deafening bangs, unsurprisingly, sent Old Master Ren flying.

A shower of sparks flew.

It flew sideways and crashed into an entire brick wall, collapsing it.

"You bastard!"

"You dare kill the man the old man released? You're asking for death!" Liang Ting stepped forward and cursed.

"Hehe!"

Amidst the smoke and dust, Old Master Ren slowly stood up, cracking his neck.

The scales on his chest were dented and turned white from being pulled by Liang Ting.

A flicker of apprehension flashed in his yellow eyes:

"Big bald head!"

"I advise you to mind your own business."

"Get out now."

"I can still let you off the hook."

Upon hearing what Old Master Ren said, Wugensheng was the first to burst out laughing.

"Haha, Brother Liang, he looks down on you a bit."

Liang Ting snorted twice: "This thing is strange; it doesn't seem so easy to kill."

"roar--!"

"court death!"

Old Master Ren let out a roar that sounded inhuman, and the black aura around him suddenly surged.

With his legs slightly bent and the ground cracking beneath his feet, the entire "person" shot towards Liang Ting like a cannonball.

This time, the speed was almost twice as fast as before!

"Well done!"

Liang Ting was not surprised but delighted. He shook his arms, and the dark rope gun was controlled by his special true qi.

It twisted into a spiraling cone in mid-air, piercing straight into Old Master Ren's heart!

clang--

A deafening clang of metal clashing exploded!

Old Master Ren did not dodge or avoid it.

He let the rope spear pierce the scales on his chest, sending up a trail of blinding sparks.

At the same time, the eerie black energy emanating from his body mimicked a rope spear that pierced Liang Ting's left rib.

It combines strength with gentleness, and its power penetrates the body in an instant!

Liang Ting's pupils contracted, and at the critical moment he twisted his body to dissipate the force, but he was still grazed by the fingertips under his ribs.

stab-

A cut was made in my tough skin, and a burning pain shot through me.

"Huh?" Liang Ting looked down at his wound, then looked up at the rope gun that Old Master Ren had imitated, his thick eyebrows furrowing.

"This monster can actually mimic my rope gun?"

Wugensheng's smile also faded.

He stared at the shimmering black scale on Old Master Ren's chest, his gaze darkening slightly.

"The aura of this corpse demon is so strange... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before!"

Old Master Ren let out a strange "clucking" laugh, his yellow eyes filled with smugness:

"Now you know fear?"

"If you obediently kneel down before me, I might give you a chance to live."

"Brother Liang, I've never seen anything like this before. Why don't you let me try it?"

After Wugensheng finished speaking, he took a step forward without waiting for Liang Ting's agreement.

He raised his right hand and lightly touched Old Master Ren's forehead with his index finger.

Old Master Ren instinctively tried to dodge, but was horrified to find that the surrounding air seemed to have frozen.

I felt like an insect trapped in amber, my movements slowed down several times over!

They could only watch helplessly as that finger got closer and closer.

"Divine Spirit - Dispelling Illusion".

Wugensheng's voice was soft, yet clear.

The instant my fingertips touched Old Master Ren's brow—

laugh!

The black patterns on Old Master Ren's body that mimicked "ink veins and soft bones".

It made a "sizzling" melting sound and quickly faded away.

Even the Celestial Dragon scale on his chest dimmed for a moment!

"roar--!!!"

Old Master Ren was terrified and threw a punch at Wugensheng.

Wugensheng didn't dare to be careless. He had already anticipated Old Master Ren's move and kicked the other's claw.

Immediately, he groaned, used the momentum to step back, flicked his fingers, and pursed his lips:

"Sure enough, his Qi is very strange; even my divine spirit cannot fully decipher it."

Liang Ting rubbed his ribs and said in a muffled voice, "Sect Leader, what should we do? This thing is a bit difficult to handle."

Wugensheng nodded with great interest: "Take him down and have some fun."