How Dare These Zombie Clan Members Be So Arrogant and Overbearing?

In their last clash, his old injuries had yet to heal, leaving him in poor condition.

Hou Qing had pinned him down and beaten him for over thirty exchanges before he ultimately suffered a narrow defeat.

He remembered that humiliation every day, every moment, never forgetting it.

He would never forget.

Now was the opportunity of a lifetime.

It was enough to wash away his past humiliation before the zombie clan and publicly prove that he was far superior to Hou Qing—how could he refuse such a chance to make a name for himself and establish his might?

In an instant, the air across the entire scene tightened abruptly, like a fully drawn bowstring ready to snap at any moment.

The auras around the two Zombie Kings exploded with a boom, savage and tyrannical, crushing the surrounding space until it hummed and trembled.

Dense corpse essence surged and roiled in their palms like rolling waves of blood, like volcanoes on the verge of eruption.

Their gazes collided, their razor-sharp killing intent weaving into blades and stirring an invisible storm through the void.

A great battle was on the verge of breaking out!

"Stop!"

A low shout exploded like a clap of thunder.

Jiang Chen, the eldest Zombie King, spoke in a cold, heavy voice, each word falling like a hammer of iron. "Can't you tell what matters and what doesn't? You're still fighting among yourselves at a time like this? Have you forgotten your duty as Zombie Kings? Forgotten the grand plan for the survival of our entire race? How much blood and effort did we spend on this scheme? How many years did we endure? Have you truly thrown it all to the back of your minds?"

At this crucial moment, Drought Chi also darkened his face. His gaze