The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 98

The next moment, Zheng Changqing was shocked, "Eh, why am I falling toward the ground? And whose headless corpse is that? Junior brother, what's happening?"

But he could no longer hear Lu Yin's response. Darkness and cold had already enveloped him completely. With a thud, the headless body fell forward, blood gushing forth.

Lu Yin's eyes widened in horror as he instinctively activated his defensive magic tool to protect his back, while quickly casting a defensive spell. His body's Iron Shell Shell rapidly secreted saliva that flowed with his blood, swiftly enhancing his bodily defenses.

Clang!

A dark chain cleaved through the air toward him. Lu Yin spat out blood and was flung back several yards.

Crack!

His defensive magic tool shattered into pieces. The Iron Shell Shell also screamed pitifully as its shell burst apart, its fluids splattering—clearly, it too was no more.

Lu Yin was utterly terrified. In just one strike, he had been stripped of all his defenses. His assailant was certainly not a mere early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator—this must be a mid-stage, or even a high-level cultivator, possibly at the fifth or sixth layer!

"Eh, you're not dead yet."

A voice floated softly from the woods.

Lu Yin, clutching his chest, scrambled to his feet and pleaded, "Fellow Daoist, we have no grievances. May I ask for mercy to spare my life?"

The figure in the woods slowly approached, his face becoming visible in the sunlight.

"Who says we have no grievances? You came here to kill me."

Chu Xuan smiled.

Lu Yin was dumbstruck. He could never have imagined that the person who had just killed Zheng Changqing and destroyed all his defenses with a single strike was Chu Xuan! Wasn't he just a second-level Foundation Establishment cultivator?!

Damn! The intelligence was wrong!

Lu Yin took a deep breath and roared, "Chu Xuan, I will fight you to the death!"

With that, he summoned the Ice Toad Bell, ready to attack. But in the next moment, he kicked off the ground. He bolted away with a speed far exceeding his previous effort, employing an escape technique as he fled.

Chu Xuan was speechless.

The slogans were louder than one another. But when it came to fleeing, they were faster than one another.

However, Chu Xuan did not give chase. As Lu Yin looked back after running several dozen yards, seeing Chu Xuan still standing in the same spot, he burst out laughing.

"Ha!" Lu Yin exclaimed, his voice dripping with astonishment. "He never expected I'd feign battle only to flee! I must quickly inform others of Chu Xuan's true strength..."

His words were abruptly cut short as a dagger, formed from gloomy nether flames, plunged into his heart. The nether fire erupted within him, extinguishing his life force in an instant.

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Lu Yin's head turned stiffly only to see a grotesque, ugly face looming behind him. "A...corpse puppet..."

With a thud, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Bao, carrying Lu Yin's body, scurried back to Chu Xuan's side.

Chu Xuan nodded in approval and stored the body in the Corpse Nurturing Tower. After all, they were fellow sect brothers, and it seemed only proper to tend to the dead.

"You little rascal, hiding a piece of flesh, eh?" Chu Xuan noticed Bao surreptitiously chewing on a piece of flesh and couldn't help but laugh.