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

Chapter 778

"Damn it!" Ling Yanyan's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly took out a dagger and stabbed it fiercely into Zhao Tianxiong's abdomen, trying to force him to stop the chase.

However, Zhao Tianxiong was clearly prepared and grabbed Ling Yanyan's left hand that was holding the dagger.

The dagger slipped from Ling Yanyan's hand and was firmly gripped by Zhao Tianxiong. No matter how hard Ling Yanyan struggled, it was to no avail, as if Zhao Tianxiong's hand was made of steel.

"You brat, you're asking for it!" Zhao Tianxiong roared angrily, slapping Ling Yanyan on the head.

"Buzz!" Ling Yanyan immediately felt a powerful force coming towards him, causing him to tremble all over and feel a chill run down his spine.

"What should we do?" Beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on Ling Yanyan's forehead.

If someone got slapped like that, their head would probably be smashed.

"Whoosh!" Just at the critical moment, a purple-gold sword blade suddenly appeared in front of Ling Yanyan, blocking Zhao Tianxiong's attack.

"Who goes there?" Zhao Tianxiong's expression changed slightly, and he quickly took a few steps back to distance himself from the purple-gold sword blade.

"Boom!" The purple-gold sword blade pierced the ground, leaving a three-meter-long trench.

"What terrifying power!" Ling Yanyan's eyes widened, his face filled with shock.

Zhao Tianxiong was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, a chill ran down his spine, and his eyes widened in deep terror.

"What terrifying strength! He must be at least a ninth-level Body Refinement expert!" Zhao Tianxiong gritted his teeth, feeling both angry and fearful. He never expected that there was such a peerless expert hidden here.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you obstructing me?" Zhao Tianxiong asked in a deep voice, looking at the blurry figure in black robes.

"Hehe, Zhao Family Village is indeed Zhao Family Village. Even a bunch of rabble can be called a village."

A cold voice slowly rang out, and then a tall and imposing figure appeared in Ling Yanyan's sight.

This person was dressed in a black robe, with a gaunt face, an arrogant demeanor, and icy eyes that gave off a chilling feeling.

"Village Chief Zhao!" Ling Yanyan was overjoyed; she had finally met her savior.

"A martial artist at the ninth level of Body Refinement!" Zhao Tianxiong narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on Zhao Cheng, and exclaimed in surprise, "You actually reached the ninth level of Body Refinement?"

“That’s right, I am Zhao Cheng, the village chief of Zhao Family Village.” Zhao Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking down at the outsiders, and said in a cold and arrogant tone, “Zhao Family Village does not welcome outsiders. Get out of here right now.”

"Haha, Zhao Cheng, you're just a martial artist at the seventh level of Body Refinement, yet you dare to tell me to get lost, how laughable!" Zhao Tianxiong laughed loudly, his eyes full of mockery.

Zhao Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing in them. A mocking smile appeared on his lips as he coldly said, "Since that's the case, then you can stay in Zhao Family Village forever."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Cheng suddenly attacked.

"Shh!"

A sharp, purple-gold sword blade shot out from Zhao Cheng's fingertip, as fast as lightning, and arrived in front of Zhao Tianxiong in the blink of an eye.

"So fast!" Zhao Tianxiong's eyelids twitched wildly. He didn't even see what kind of weapon it was and could only hastily defend himself.

"Clang!" A crisp, loud metallic clang suddenly rang out, followed by Zhao Tianxiong flying more than ten meters, crashing into several towering ancient trees before finally stopping, spitting out blood.

"This!" Ling Yanyan almost fainted from fright when she saw this scene.

This old man is no match for Zhao Cheng!

Zhao Cheng's strength is even more terrifying than Zhao Tianxiong's.

"Cough cough!" Zhao Tianxiong coughed a few times, stood up with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at Zhao Cheng, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

"Shhhhhh!"

Just then, a whooshing sound came from deep within the dense forest, followed by five men rushing out and surrounding Zhao Cheng.

"Who are you people?" Zhao Tianxiong looked at the five men, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Village Chief Zhao, how have you been?" A middle-aged man smiled sinisterly, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Another person sneered, "Village Chief Zhao, I didn't expect you to have kept this so well hidden. You actually have a martial artist at the ninth level of Body Refinement guarding Zhao Family Village."