The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Why Must You Force Me?

Hearing their words, Chu Xuan couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Value talent? Take as a disciple? A great opportunity? Their minds were indeed corrupted!

True Master Tiancang, that devourer of men who spared no bones, would never truly value anyone's talent. If he naively believed such words and went to the Reincarnation Tower, he was certain it would lead to his utter doom.

"These two are very close; the distance is minimal, and I can only slightly conceal my aura, not completely hide it," Chu Xuan thought to himself. "If they keep advancing, they are bound to discover me… Now, I must strike like thunder!" _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

In one hand, Chu Xuan held the corpse tower, and in the other, the ghost tower. Power surged through his right arm as if thunder roared through his veins and bones.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators continued to move forward. The taller cultivator sensed something and silently gestured towards the right side of his stout companion, who nodded silently. Spiritual qi surged within him, his palms reversed in preparation. The frost spell slowly took form.

In the next instant, the stout cultivator suddenly expended a burst of Nascent Soul essence to teleport. His frost sword pierced directly through the rock wall.

Crash!

The rock wall shattered to pieces. However, instead of the figure they expected, there was only a small, lifeless corpse puppet at the original spot.

The stout cultivator's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned around. Just then, he saw a dark figure burst from the shadows, swinging a natal ghost weapon straight into the mind of the tall cultivator!

The tall cultivator didn't even have time to scream. His eyes bulged out, and he died instantly.

The stout cultivator was horrified and roared, channeling his spiritual qi, "Holy Maiden, run! He has a Ghost King!" With that, he energized his body's spiritual qi into a giant shield to protect himself.

However, the anticipated attack did not come. Instead, the man-snake Ghost King merely sneered.

Behind him, a chilling voice sounded. "I'm right behind you."

Boom!

A fist, harder than steel and as fast as lightning, shot out. The punch, roaring with a terrifying force that seemed capable of crushing everything, struck fiercely.

The stout cultivator's body automatically radiated a protective light as his natal magic treasure surfaced to fend off the attack. With a loud clang, under the devastating force of the punch, the magic treasure shattered into pieces. The punch continued unabated, crushing the stout cultivator's skull into fragments.

Chu Xuan swiftly collected the remnants of the two cultivators, sorting their possessions with a flick of his hand. In an instant, he consumed more merit to activate the Mahayana Swift Escape, propelling himself deeper into the cave.

He had heard her—Leng Hanshuang had entered the cave. Her Nascent Soul stage escape technique was undoubtedly superior to his. Every second now was incredibly precious!

"Damn it...!"

Moments later, Leng Hanshuang arrived at the scene. Only a pool of blood remained; the corpses of the two Nascent Soul cultivators had vanished. Unable to deduce the attacker's methods from the condition of the bodies, her only clue was the presence of a Ghost King.

"Why would a mere alchemist like He Liang possess a Ghost King? Something is definitely not right here," she thought. "Could he be connected to Huikong, who killed Yun Zhongyu and also had two Ghost Kings?"

Leng Hanshuang's brows furrowed deeply. She felt she was on the verge of unraveling something, but the threads of thought were too tangled to make sense just yet. "He values his life; he wouldn't dare venture deep into the cave. Capturing him will solve everything."