After a brief hesitation, Lin Xuan walked forward.
Yet after taking only two steps, he stopped, flicked his sleeve, and sent a streak of black light shooting out.
The motionless zombie suddenly sprang up like a fish leaping from the water. A savage gleam flashed in its eyes as it dodged by a hair's breadth, seeming to hold that black light in no small fear.
"As expected..."
A trace of mockery appeared on Lin Xuan's face. This monster had been playing dead. As expected of a thousand-year zombie, it possessed intelligence comparable to a human's.
It had likely intended to wait until he came close, then erupt into an ambush. If his guess was correct, this thing could absorb a cultivator's vital essence to nourish itself.
Lin Xuan formed a hand seal and shot out several more streaks of black light. The zombie actually did not dare take them head-on. The reason was simple: this was a secret art recorded in the Heavenly Demon Ghost Corpse Art, and it had the most miraculous effect against monsters of this kind.
Of course, if the Corpse King before him had been perfectly unharmed, Lin Xuan would never have dared provoke it. But after a great battle with those two experts—especially since the power of that Golden Core's self-detonation had truly not been small—the Corpse King might not be dead, but nine-tenths of its full strength was already gone!
Take his life while he was ill. Lin Xuan was not suddenly struck by the whim of eliminating demons and defending the Dao; rather, something like a Corpse King was not something one could ordinarily encounter.
Together with the secret arts recorded in the Mystic Demon True Scripture, it could be of great use. Besides, the one before him was even a top-grade specimen,