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This object is fated to be with me!
The old man took out a bell carved with the words "Red Corpse Controlling Bell" from his waist and gave it a gentle shake.
Xu Hongfa's forward momentum abruptly halted. Each practitioner has their specialty, and when it comes to dealing with zombies, the Corpse Driver truly excels.
The old man chuckled proudly, "Fang Xiaozi, your Hong Jiang is indeed formidable, but unfortunately, using zombies in front of a Corpse Driver is simply foolish!"
However, Xu Hongfa was not merely a Hong Jiang. He was also Zuo Ci's refined Huang Lishi.
Zuo Ci smiled coldly. He tapped the ground with his Nine-section Staff.
Thud, thud, thud.
The scales on Xu Hongfa's body quickly outlined threads of Apricot Yellow, gathering into a seal at his brow.
What is this?
The old man's expression changed slightly.
"Die for me!"
Xu Hongfa roared, opening his mouth wide as red corpse energy spewed forth, crashing violently into the old man's chest.
Pfft!
The old man's thin chest caved in instantly. Several bones shattered.
His face turned pale as he thought: No matter what level of zombie you are, how could you possibly withstand Lao Fu's Controlling Corpse Bell? You're not even a real zombie!
Just a dead person; why bother knowing so much?
Zuo Ci chuckled and said, "I want his soul to be useful. The Flesh belongs to you; a Corpse Driver's Flesh is enough for you to cultivate wings!"
Xu Hongfa smiled faintly and stomped his foot on the ground.
The entire Vienna Hotel trembled slightly; this was the power of Hong Jiang.
The crimson figure transformed into an arrow released from a bow.
Charging towards the old man, he retreated while shaking the Controlling Corpse Bell. The sound of the bell rang out, vibrating through the air, but unfortunately, Xu Hongfa's figure continued to advance relentlessly.
With a roar, the old man no longer dared to act recklessly, letting out a beast-like growl from his mouth. The Emerald Corpse Qi surged forth, and he had actually transformed himself into a Green Zombie! Quite impressive! It seemed he was indeed fated to cross paths with Poor Dao.
Zuo Ci stroked his chin and pointed forward. The Heavenly Spirit Cover flew out from the Wan Hun Fan, its triangular banner fluttering. Countless strands of black Sha Qi coalesced into a massive hand. The Black Qi Big Hand reached out and forcibly pulled Lao Hunpo out, drawing him into the Wan Hun Fan. He had lost his soul.
The old Flesh still collided with Xu Hongfa. It was said that this zombie Flesh could communicate with spirits; even without a soul, it could still move autonomously. However, it was akin to a wild beast—recklessly charging without any strategy.
With a crunch, Xu Hongfa opened his mouth wide, revealing sharp fangs, and viciously bit off half of the old man's face. Blood splattered onto Boss Hu's face. Unfazed, he calmly pulled out a few tissues to wipe the blood from his visage. Yet his wrist trembled involuntarily.
"Boss Hu, now we can talk freely," Zuo Ci said leisurely as he sat beside Boss Hu, smiling.
Gu Du was drenched in sweat. He prided himself on having seen many grand spectacles, but today, the seemingly ordinary Daoist beside him displayed an astonishing ruthlessness that completely overturned his perception of Evil Practices.
That Xiangxi Guo Shi Master was a devotee of the Bao Long Auction, having practiced the Thirty-Six Corpse Driving technique for fifty years. He ranked twenty-sixth on the Dark List, considered a formidable expert in his own right.
Yet today, he found himself before this Daoist. In less than five exchanges, he realized how laughable his previous pretensions had been.
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