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"Bastard, come at me!"
The two Skinny Old Men from the Corpse Driving Sect shouted angrily, their soul-capturing bells shaking violently in their hands.
Strong fighters from several major factions sprang into action, but faced with these grotesque zombies, whose large heads were covered in corpse spots and filled with menacing fangs, they found themselves being pushed back relentlessly.
These zombies included men and women of all ages from their previous lives, their abdomens swollen like drums while their limbs were as thin as kindling. They were barely covered by tattered rags, and their eyes glinted with a bloodthirsty light as they gazed at the martial artists.
"What are these things?"
A Fusion Realm warrior from the Celestial Court was entangled by several Mummies. As he fought against Pu Yi, he was filled with dread! The claws of these zombies were sharp and resilient, rivaling even those of Earth Soldiers or Celestial Soldiers! If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was a tall tale!
Others clearly encountered the same situation, their brows furrowing in concern. The aura of those zombies was not particularly strong; in fact, it was quite weak—less than that of a typical Martial Arts Grandmaster. Yet their bodies were as tough as iron, fearlessly charging forward, and their claws were as sharp as Divine Weapons.
Most importantly, these zombies seemed to have been transformed immediately after being slaughtered, retaining some of their instincts from life. Their movements resembled the use of martial techniques.
Some martial artists present frowned deeply, their expressions turning grim; it was evident that their mood had soured significantly.
If the Corpse Driving Sect was like this over two hundred years ago, how did the Yijian Sect manage to drive them into the Southern Wilderness Forest? Many people pondered this; no wonder the Yijian Sect had declined for many years while Cangjian Mountain Villa kept a close watch on them, viewing the Yijian Sect as their greatest rival.
"Let's strike together!" Jiang Han said after a brief moment of contemplation. The monsters created by the Corpse Driving Sect were not ordinary; they were very different from typical zombies. If others were killed by these zombies, he was confident he could break through, but it was hard to say the same for the disciples of the White Lotus Sect. Not every disciple present had the hidden cards left by the Holy Mother of the White Lotus.
Bai Ling's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of determination as she nodded slightly. Then, she raised her hand, and her disciples surged forward behind her. When it came to fighting zombies, there was no need for such outdated notions of one-on-one combat. Besides, they were not a prestigious sect; their reputation had long been tarnished, so there was no need to care about the unwritten rules of the Orthodox Martial Arts World.
Watching as the zombies tore apart fallen warriors like vicious demons, everyone present felt a chill run down their spines. The young disciples from various factions, who rarely witnessed such brutality, felt nauseated at the sight of such madness. If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, they would have already vomited.
"Han Dulong, Han Duhu, do you brothers not feel ashamed for commanding zombies to devour your own kind?" Cen Weizhuang from Qingcheng Sword Sect scolded angrily. Although he had talent in martial arts, he preferred alchemy. In the martial world, besides having a reputation as a Grandmaster in alchemy, he was also known for being an upright gentleman.
The main reason is that the Qingcheng Sword Sect has been quite lenient towards the small gangs and minor martial arts families under its jurisdiction. As a result, those cunning individuals are more than happy to say a few flattering words for the Qingcheng Sword Sect in exchange for some benefits.
The others were speechless. It was unclear whether Cen Weizhuang was truly an upright gentleman or just a master of acting, making grand statements at this moment that seemed useless. Many people couldn't help but twitch their lips, but due to Cen Weizhuang's status, they refrained from cursing him with vulgarities.
Just get it done! What’s the point of discussing lofty principles with something like the Corpse Driving Sect, which is neither human nor ghost? Even if the bald monks from Shaolin Temple or the masters from Celestial Master Mansion came, they wouldn’t dare to think they could convert the Corpse Driving Sect with just a few words.
Han Dulong raised his hand to stop Han Duhu and said in a low voice, "Don't be impulsive; we don't need to confront them directly!"
Then he lifted his eyelids and looked at Cen Weizhuang with a cold smile. His hoarse voice came from his throat: "Heh, Cen Weizhuang, everyone in the martial world says you are an upright gentleman, but to me, you are just a fool—a piece of trash! Since ancient times, heroes have been judged by their successes and failures. As long as I possess great power, who would dare to speak against me in my presence? Moreover, my Corpse Driving Sect has stood for thousands of years; which of our disciples does not take zombies as battle companions?
In actual combat, unless I’m crazy or you are!"
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