The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Chapter 200: A Good Place for You to Depart

The moment Yun Zhongyu saw Chu Xuan, Chu Xuan also spotted him.

"Die!"

Yun Zhongyu wasted no time, immediately activating a spell. A giant hand formed from condensed vapor lunged toward Chu Xuan.

In Yun Zhongyu's perception, his opponent was merely an early-stage Golden Core cultivator—an easy kill.

Chu Xuan's instincts screamed a warning. He recognized his opponent at first glance and was astonished that Yun Zhongyu would attack without a word. This efficiency was what surprised him most.

Faced with the swiftly approaching giant hand, Chu Xuan did not hesitate. He expended some of his accumulated merit to cast the Mahayana Swift Escape.

In an instant, his body vanished from the spot, reappearing more than ten zhang away. The water vapor hand grasped at empty air.

Yun Zhongyu's expression turned to one of surprise. In that instant, the monk had burst forth with a speed that rivaled even early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. This person indeed harbored secrets!

Interest piqued, Yun Zhongyu immediately gave chase. The surrounding cultivators were astounded to see a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Reincarnation Divine Church pursuing a Golden Core monk. Could there be some hidden secret? Their curiosity piqued, many turned their eyes toward the chase.

Yet, even as they watched, they knew full well the likely outcome. If Yun Zhongyu aimed to kill someone, that person was as good as dead. Even the Lei family's patriarch had only managed to escape by abandoning his Nascent Soul and storage bag. How could a mere Golden Core cultivator withstand Yun Zhongyu's formidable ferocity?

Wei Ji, having circled the area, felt frustrated. What had happened to Miaoxin, Bai Changyuan, and Qin Huan? It was as if they had evaporated. Surely they couldn't have escaped back to the Righteous Dao City?

As Wei Ji pondered, he suddenly noticed Yun Zhongyu pursuing a monk. Raising an eyebrow, he too followed from a distance.

Shangguan Hao, who was also roaming the outskirts of the battlefield, hunting those Golden Core cultivators who had acquired treasures, noticed and followed as well.

Wan Wuying, Zhao Wuya, and Huang Yuanwu, hidden among the crowd, also observed this scene.

Zhao Wuya whispered, "I know of this monk; he calls himself Huikong, from the Golden Dragon Temple."

Wan Wuying was somewhat astonished, "Golden Dragon Temple... Huikong?"

He recalled being trapped by the Divine Star Sect's leader in the Misty Manor, where he was regularly bled to nourish fierce ghosts.

Huikong was the monk dispatched by the Golden Dragon Temple to guard the Misty Manor. Wasn't he already slain by Chu Xuan? How could he appear on the extraterritorial battlefield?

"It must be a false name, perhaps a Golden Core cultivator from the Southern Wilderness," Huang Yuanwu frowned, even he was not quite convinced by his own words.

They knew nearly all the Golden Core cultivators from the Southern Wilds. How could there still be someone who came to the extramundane battlefield claiming to be Huikong?

Wan Wuying's mind entertained a guess, but he dared not confirm it. After a moment of thought, he said earnestly, "The identity of this Huikong is a mystery. He's being pursued by Yun Zhongyu and faces a slim chance of survival. Let's not get involved."

Despite his suspicions, he was unwilling to gamble. They were merely Golden Core cultivators themselves; how could they possibly match a mid-stage Nascent Soul like Yun Zhongyu? They could only hope that this "Huikong" would find his own luck.

Zhao Wuya and Huang Yuanwu nodded repeatedly, fully aware of their own limits. Engaging in matters beyond their capabilities was something they were keen to avoid.

Chu Xuan and Yun Zhongyu continued to fight as they retreated, quickly moving into a desolate wasteland. Yun Zhongyu did not wish to reveal his trump cards, and neither did Chu Xuan.

Observing a tide of Nether Crocodiles approaching like a flood, Yun Zhongyu scoffed. "Do you plan to use the Nether Crocodiles to escape? You may not realize that for a Nascent Soul cultivator, Nether Crocodiles are hardly a challenge; they just require a bit more effort."

His spiritual sense was exceptionally strong, and he feared not the Nether Crocodiles. Even surrounded by hundreds of thousands, he could easily slaughter his way out.

Chu Xuan chuckled, "No, I've merely chosen a good place for your departure."

Yun Zhongyu was momentarily taken aback, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, being threatened by a mere Golden Core monk was preposterous.

This little monk is audacious.

"Die then."

Yun Zhongyu's smile vanished as he gestured with his hand. The sky filled with water vapor, condensing into countless enormous droplets that descended like a deluge.

The Sky Ice Rain, a spell he had long been famous for, inflicted widespread damage. Even an opponent employing the essence of Nascent Soul might not escape. This sky of ice rain was meant not only to annihilate the Golden Core monk before him but also to kill a large group of Nether Crocodiles.

However, to his surprise, the monk's figure blurred once again. When he reappeared, he had astonishingly moved out of the ice rain's coverage, closing the distance to within twenty zhang!

"This level of evasion technique surpasses even False Nascent Soul cultivators. An ordinary Golden Core cultivator could not possibly master it—it must be a profoundly draining secret technique. Why can he use it repeatedly in such a short span?"

Yun Zhongyu was stunned. Yet, he instinctively unleashed a long sword wrapped in frost, slashing down in a deadly arc.

Chu Xuan extended his hand, summoning a string of purple beads that suddenly flew out and unfurled, intercepting the frosty sword's strike.

Clang!

The icy long sword chopped down. The string of beads wailed mournfully as they scattered across the ground, some even cleaved in two by the sword. But that had been enough. The distance between Chu Xuan and Yun Zhongyu had now closed to just five zhang—a perfect range for close-quarters combat.

Chu Xuan suddenly thrust out a punch.

Boom!

His fist honed through thirty layers of physical refinement, tore through the air, aiming straight for Yun Zhongyu's face. Yun Zhongyu quickly raised a defensive spell to block it.

Bang!

The defensive spell dimmed rapidly under the impact. He was taken aback. No wonder this man was so confident—he was a rare physical cultivator! And judging by his form, he must be at a high level of body refinement, possibly even at the thirtieth layer!

"Foolish move," Yun Zhongyu sneered. "Being so close, I can use my soul art to end your life in a single strike!"

Yun Zhongyu's spiritual sense formed an invisible giant hand, crashing towards Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan simply grinned. "Being this close, you've no chance to escape."

He gestured, and suddenly, an umbrella that could cover the sky appeared above him. Two enormous ghostly shadows burst forth, and five natal ghost artifacts viciously struck down.

Yun Zhongyu's soul attack was instantly blocked by the second ghostly figure's intervention. The figure merely grunted and staggered back a few zhang.

Meanwhile, the four ghost instruments wielded by the first figure smashed solidly onto Yun Zhongyu amidst his shocked gaze.

Bang!

A sound of unbearable pressure at the spiritual level immediately echoed in Yun Zhongyu's mind. His brain felt as if it were being trampled by countless giant elephants. Dizzy and unable to think clearly, his only coherent thought was an expletive.

'Damn! This Golden Core junior has actually summoned two Ghost Kings! Looks like I'm about to capsize in the gutter!'

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