The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 142

Zhang Wei's eyes widened in shock. The two of them, one a fourth-layer and the other a third-layer Golden Core cultivator had unleashed their full magical power, only to have it shattered by the physical might of their opponent.

Shangguan Feng's head had been pulverized with a single punch! What kind of monster was this person?

A term long forgotten in the annals of history flashed through Zhang Wei's mind—Body Cultivator! Only a Body Refiner could possess such terrifying physical prowess.

Zhang Wei immediately retreated, throwing out two magic talismans which transformed into tiger spirits to temporarily hold off the attack. He then quickly cast two defensive spells.

A layer of earthy-yellow light armor enveloped his body, and a shield of Spiritual Qi formed in front of him. He also summoned two defensive magic treasures for extra protection.

The first was called the Ghost Silkworm Rope, a control-type magic treasure that also provided bodily protection.

The second, his life-bound magic treasure, was called the Thousand-Layer Ruler—a jade ruler engraved with patterns of birds and beasts.

As it appeared, it emitted a luminous jade light, positioning itself protectively in front of Zhang Wei.

Having arranged these defenses in one breath, Zhang Wei finally relaxed and faced his opponent. His Thousand-Layer Ruler, capable of both attack and defense, was his most relied upon magic treasure. He could hardly believe that, with all these layers of defense, they could still be breached by the opponent.

Chu Xuan looked at Zhang Wei, who had encased himself like a turtle in its shell and couldn't help but chuckle. "You certainly have a lot of defensive tricks," he said with a smile.

Zhang Wei, on alert, responded, "Fellow Daoist, let's talk this over. If you want to be the sect leader of the True Martial Sect, just take the position. There's no need for such violence."

Chu Xuan laughed louder. The position of a minor sect leader held no appeal to him. He smiled and said, "Compared to this so-called sect leadership, I'm more interested in your storage bag."

Zhang Wei's pupils shrank suddenly. The next moment, Chu Xuan launched a punch.

Bang!

In an instant, three punches were thrown.

The first punch shattered the Spiritual Qi armor and shield.

The second punch caused the Ghost Silkworm Rope to cry out as it fell to the ground.

The third punch left the Thousand-Layer Ruler dim and cracked into three pieces.

His life-bound magic treasure destroyed, Zhang Wei immediately suffered a backlash, spurting blood and being flung backward. His pupils reflected the rapidly enlarging fourth punch.

The only thought in his mind: Such mighty strength, such fierce fists.

Bang!

The head shattered.

Chu Xuan's Spiritual Qi vibrated, flinging the blood and brain matter from his fists. He looked at the two headless corpses inside the council hall and smiled faintly.

The thirty layers of body refinement truly made him formidable—resisting Golden Core spells with his physical body and bursting lower-grade magic treasures with his punches.

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"I wanted to become a sword immortal when I first crossed over," Chu Xuan mused as he looked at his oversized fists and smacked his lips.

What sword immortal? They all would tremble under the might of his thirty-layered body refinement.

Casually, Chu Xuan collected the two bodies into his Corpse Nurturing Tower and took their storage bags as well, then strode out of the hall.

The commotion had already drawn the attention of many disciples of the True Martial Sect.

But as Chu Xuan walked out, the disciples quickly dispersed, muttering about how beautiful the moon was tonight, though it was a dark and windy night hardly suitable for such remarks.

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