Mo Xingchen coldly watched the horde of zombies roaring and swarming toward him. He sneered, grabbed the collar of his Justice Coat, and hurled it into the sky. His aura erupted as he shouted:
"Humph! Such petty tricks, yet you dare show off before an expert! Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Great Luo Dharma Incantation, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Bama Kong, move mountains, ascend, cassock, collect!!!"
Mo Xingchen and the zombie horde, stunned by his aura, silently watched the Justice Coat drift slowly through the air before gently landing on the ground. Then nothing happened.
The brainless zombies all tilted their heads in unison, shifting their gazes from the Justice Coat on the ground to Mo Xingchen before scratching their heads.
Mo Xingchen calmly took a few steps forward, bent down to pick up his coat, shook off the dust, and solemnly apologized to the opponents before him:
"Sorry, I forgot I belong to the Tongdao Sect!"
Three Pure Ancestors: Where's my blade? Where the hell is my blade! I'm going to chop this traitorous bastard to pieces!
"Damn it, I can't take this anymore!"
"This brat is insulting our intelligence!"
"Get him!"
"But we don't even have brains. Where would we get intelligence?"
The zombies had been united in outrage, their spirits at their peak, when this suddenly appearing honest zombie ruined the mood. They all turned and glared at him furiously.
The honest zombie's scalp tingled under their stares. He pointed at Mo Xingchen and roared:
"I'll lead the charge! Kill him!"
"Roar!"
Mo Xingchen looked at this motley mob and could not help laughing.
"Alright, playtime's over."
As soon as he spoke, overwhelming Mental Pressure spread outward from Mo Xingchen. The charging zombies instantly dropped to their knees in perfect unison.
"You zombies can stay here and wait slowly