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第一千九百三十七章 三拳两脚

The opponent actually attacked without hesitation, leaving Lin Xuan slightly surprised.

However, this surprise was only momentary. With his strength, he had no reason to fear; the other party was merely courting humiliation by himself.

A mere late-stage Separation Realm cultivator, Lin Xuan didn't even deign to use any treasures. He simply flicked his sleeves, and two streaks of green light shot out from his sleeves, heading straight for the black rays and whirlwind that the opponent had summoned.

A loud tearing sound echoed as the black rays and whirlwind were enveloped. Only then did Lin Xuan clearly see what was happening. The whirlwind was a gathering of the corpse qi on the old zombie's body, while the black rays appeared to be a blade-shaped object with a dark luster flowing over its surface—unknown material it seemed.

In the light, this blade was moving left and right, but there was no effect; Lin Xuan's spiritual energy was just as formidable as that of an early-stage Separation Realm cultivator.

"This..."

The old zombie couldn't help being shocked. Such a result was far from what he had expected.

However, even more shocking was the next scene. Before Lin Xuan moved, his figure vanished without a trace.

In the next moment, spatial fluctuations surged as Lin Xuan appeared before him at three feet's distance.

He clenched his fists and punched straight towards his chest with his right hand.

It looked similar to the Black Tiger Picking Heart move in secular martial arts, but its power was incomparable.

Lin Xuan’s fist emitted a flickering light of spirit energy, actually causing an aura of force to appear.

The Dragon Elephant Subduing Demons Skill had been diligently practiced for so many years, and after consuming refined fruits, Lin Xuan's strength had grown to unimaginable levels—no less than that of his peers. In fact, even a late-stage Separation Realm demon with the bloodline of a celestial beast would be slightly inferior.

However, the zombie didn't know this.

Lin Xuan’s actions nearly made him spit out his nose in anger.

A gentleman could be killed but not humiliated. The other party treated him as nothing, and it was well-known that zombies were incredibly strong and had extremely hard bodies, excelling at close combat. Their ferocity even surpassed some demons.

Among human cultivators, although there were body cultivation techniques, they were just imitating others without any unique features. This late-stage Separation Realm cultivator dared to come in for a close-range fight without using his treasures—wasn't this looking down on him?

"Die!"

The old zombie roared as he grabbed Lin Xuan’s fist with his right hand.

His fingers were like hooks, wrapped in dark electric arcs that seemed formidable.

Bang!

Lin Xuan's fist collided with the zombie's claws. The sound of explosion was deafening.

At first contact, it was the force aura and the dark electric arc. Both looked brilliant, giving a sense of a fierce battle between dragons and tigers. However, what followed left everyone speechless.

There was no intense struggle; the dark electric arc immediately extinguished upon contact, offering no resistance at all.

Was this just a show or did Lin Xuan's force aura exceed expectations?

No one knew for sure, but it didn't matter anymore. The zombie’s face hadn’t even time to show surprise before he heard loud cracking sounds. This round of combat ended with his defeat; his right hand was broken and basically useless.

"This..."

The zombie widened his eyes, unsure if the expression on his face was shock or fear. Such a thing had never been heard of, let alone experienced firsthand. But Lin Xuan wouldn’t stop because he was stunned. Now was the perfect time to beat a fallen foe.

Golden light flashed as Lin Xuan’s fist continued to strike, punching and kicking. The grand late-stage Separation Realm zombie could do nothing; it became merely a punching bag for Lin Xuan's training.

Although zombies were much harder than their peers due to their innate abilities, there was still a limit. Being so brutally beaten by Lin Xuan, how could he withstand it? His protective spirit energy weakened until the corpse qi dispersed into nothingness, and he was actually killed by Lin Xuan.

Indeed, it was his demise. Lin Xuan’s divine sense clearly sensed this, but no zombie infant emerged.

Lin Xuan was initially stunned before a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

Could... could this be...

He flicked his sleeves again, sending another streak of green light to envelop the remains. A small white pearl about the size of a fist was pulled out.

A relieved look appeared on Lin Xuan’s face; he had guessed correctly. This creature's body generated a corpse pearl.

Zombies came in two types: one similar to cultivators, where after reaching the Immortal Core stage, they would generate a zombie infant. The other type was akin to demons.

However, corpse pearls were much larger than demon cores but served a similar purpose.

Generally, zombies with zombie infants had higher magical talent, while those with corpse pearls focused on bodily resilience.

It was hard to say who was superior.

But the probability of generating a corpse pearl was much lower than that of a zombie infant, making it rarer to see.

Holding this item, Lin Xuan’s expression seemed in thought. Could he use it for his own zombie?

It looked difficult, but one had to try.

Lin Xuan's lips curled into a self-satisfied smile as he entered the small valley.

Though the entrance was narrow, once inside, it opened up. However, the plants were peculiar and emitted foul odors.

This wasn't unusual; this place was extremely yin and cold, so plant mutations were expected.

With his extensive knowledge, Lin Xuan didn’t find it strange as he flew towards the most dense corpse qi area.

A small well appeared, with an opening no bigger than a foot. Inside, white corpse qi spewed out.

Indeed, it was white, because the corpse qi was too thick that even its color differed from ordinary ones.

Foul odors wafted in the wind; Lin Xuan quickly flicked his sleeves to block the unpleasant smell.

He then reached out and tapped his waist. The spirit ghost bag flew out, opening wide as black yin winds emerged. The zombie appeared before him.

After three months of repair using countless precious treasures, the zombie could move normally again, though its energy hadn’t fully recovered.

As it stepped out of the spirit ghost bag, he immediately opened his eyes and transformed into a dark wind, flying towards the corpse well.

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