Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 452

"boom."

Another punch landed on the old man's abdomen, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His face was pale, clearly indicating that he had suffered a severe injury.

The old man glared at Ling Yanyan through gritted teeth: "Who are you? I have no grudge against you, why do you want to kill me!"

"Heh." Ling Yanyan smiled faintly: "You've killed so many people, yet you say you have no grudge against me? Did you ever consider other people's feelings when you killed them?"

"I killed them, they deserved it!" the old man roared.

Ling Yanyan shook his head: "You have absolutely no right to talk about other people's lives." "Bullshit! They deserve to die!"

Ling Yan Yan, too lazy to waste words, attacked the old man again.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two clashed again, with Ling Yanyan showing no mercy. After several exchanges, the old man's body was covered in wounds.

"boom."

The old man was punched again, but he endured the excruciating pain and lunged at Ling Yanyan.

He spread his fingers, and a dagger slid out from his sleeve, plunging it viciously into Ling Yanyan's arm.

"Pfft!" Blood spurted out.

Ling Yan Yan felt a sharp pain and quickly dodged the dagger.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the old man pulled out a knife and stabbed Ling Yanyan hard.

Ling Yanyan kicked the old man away and grabbed his wrist with her other hand.

"Crack!" The old man's arm broke.

"what."

The old man let out a shrill scream. He clutched his arm, sweat beading on his forehead, his face contorted in pain.

He stared at Ling Yanyan in shock: "How...how could you be so strong?"

Ling Yanyan didn't speak. He took out silver needles and inserted them into the old man's acupoints.

"What have you done to me?" the old man cried out in a panic. "Untie me right now!"

Ling Yanyan glanced at him indifferently and sneered, "You want to run away?"

“You…” The old man’s thoughts were exposed, and he became furious with embarrassment.

Ling Yanyan raised his palm and slammed it down on the old man.

This palm strike carried boundless power.

"Boom!"

The air exploded.

"Crack!"

The old man's sternum shattered, and he was sent flying a great distance before landing on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Ling Yanyan looked at the old man lying on the ground, barely alive. He squatted down, reached out and grabbed the old man's collar, lifting him up.

He leaned close to the old man's ear and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what I hate most?"

The old man's eyes widened, his pupils contracted, and fear appeared on his face.

"I hate it when people threaten me, you know?" Ling Yanyan's expression was icy cold. He suddenly exerted force in his hand, and with a "crack," the old man's neck was crushed.

Unexpectedly, no sooner had the old man died than a large number of zombies emerged from the temple.

Their eyes were numb and empty, yet they exuded a sinister aura that sent chills down one's spine.

"What are all these things?"

"Be careful, they all seem to be dead."

Ling Yanyan frowned. How could such a thing exist here?

"Roar!" A roar suddenly came from the horde of zombies.

All the zombies turned around at once and looked in the same direction.

Ling Yanyan followed the zombie's gaze and saw a coffin rolling down from the mountaintop.

Ling Yanyan's gaze sharpened: "A coffin."

The coffin stopped beside the zombies, and then a gaunt man covered in black hair crawled out of the coffin.

He hopped and skipped, his movements stiff, as he walked towards the zombies.

"Zombies?" Ling Yanyan frowned.

Although this zombie looks a bit strange, it is definitely a martial arts master.

"Roar!"

The zombie suddenly raised its head and let out a long howl.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" As if summoned, all the zombies swarmed towards the zombie.

Ling Yanyan's eyes showed surprise. The zombies were actually controlling these zombies?

The zombie was shrouded in a thin red mist, which actually controlled the zombie!

Ling Yanyan stared at the zombie, vaguely sensing that things were not so simple.

Sure enough, the zombies circled around the zombie once, then leaped up and pounced on Ling Yanyan.

"You're courting death!" Ling Yanyan snorted coldly and went to meet him.