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

Chapter 697

"Clap!"

The young man in white blocked Ling Yanyan's fist with both arms, while simultaneously striking Ling Yanyan's abdomen with his other hand.

A sharp pain shot through him, causing Ling Yan Yan to groan involuntarily. He staggered back, a look of horror on his face.

In just one move, Ling Yanyan was defeated by the white-robed youth!

The white-clad youth's strength is actually that formidable?

"Your physical strength is indeed strong, but it's far inferior to mine," the white-robed youth said with a faint smile. "I advise you to surrender obediently, and perhaps I'll spare your life."

"Haha, how could I, Ling Yanyan, submit to you!" Ling Yanyan laughed loudly.

"Since that's the case, then I'll send you to the Western Paradise!"

The white-clad youth vanished from his spot in an instant, reappearing in front of Ling Yanyan. He struck out with a palm, the sharp wind from which stung Ling Yanyan's skin.

"Pfft!"

Ling Yanyan reacted quickly, immediately dodging to the side. However, he was still a beat too slow and was hit on the shoulder by the white-robed youth, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The young man in white sneered, then lunged forward again, his hands forming claws as he grabbed at Ling Yanyan's neck.

"call!"

Ling Yanyan quickly leaned back, barely managing to dodge.

"Crack!"

The white-robed youth's attack was too fast. As Ling Yanyan dodged, one of his palms fell and shattered a large tree next to Ling Yanyan!

"That was close!" Ling Yanyan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

The white-robed youth was incredibly strong; he could sense that if he were to withstand a few more blows, he would definitely be defeated.

Moreover, this was just a casual strike from the opponent!

Is this the difference between an Innate Martial Master and a Qi Refining Stage cultivator?

"Well? Have you thought it through?" the young man in white asked coldly.

"Don't even think about it!" Ling Yanyan was silent for a moment, then shouted angrily.

"You're courting death!" The white-robed youth's face turned cold, and he leaped up, pouncing towards Ling Yan Yan!

Ling Yan Yan tensed up, fully activating his inner energy to meet the attack.

Two figures moved through the forest, each collision generating a powerful shockwave that sent leaves flying.

"Huchi! Huchi!"

Ling Yanyan was breathing heavily, with little true energy left in his body.

The white-robed youth was clearly not weak either. Although his speed was slightly inferior, his stamina was obviously much longer than Ling Yan Yan's, and for a time they were evenly matched.

Ling Yanyan became increasingly panicked as he fought, unable to guarantee that the young man in white might unleash some hidden trump card!

"boom!"

The young man in white slapped Ling Yanyan across the face, knocking him to the ground.

"cough!"

Ling Yan Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his cheeks swollen high, the five-finger mark very conspicuous.

Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he looked extremely miserable.

The young man in white looked down at Ling Yanyan and said mockingly, "It seems you're prepared to resist to the very end?"

"Pah!" Ling Yanyan spat fiercely. "I, Ling Yanyan, would rather die standing than live on my knees!"

"You really are stubborn!" The young man in white sighed, and slowly reached out and placed his hand on Ling Yanyan's head.

The next second, Ling Yanyan felt a massive spiritual force frantically eroding his soul!

"Ugh!" Ling Yanyan groaned, his face contorted, and large beads of sweat slid down his face, dripping onto the grass.

Ling Yanyan tried his best to resist that overwhelming spiritual power, but to no avail!

The white-robed youth's spiritual power was terrifying, like a giant mountain pressing down on Ling Yanyan's soul, making it hard for him to breathe, let alone resist that spiritual power.

"Buzz!"

Ling Yan Yan's true essence was also rapidly depleting. If this situation continued, Ling Yan Yan would eventually faint due to exhaustion of mental energy, and might even be controlled by the white-robed youth!

The young man in white remained calm, a cold smile playing on his lips. In his eyes, Ling Yanyan was like a turtle in a jar, unable to escape!