Plop.
Suddenly, heavy hopping footsteps sounded outside the door.
Each step rang out crisply, like hooves striking the ground.
Everyone looked toward the door.
In the blink of an eye, a zombie appeared at the entrance to Ren Manor.
Ah!
The zombie let out a roar, baring its sharp fangs.
It hopped toward the courtyard.
The newcomer was Master Ren's father—Old Master Ren.
The four of them looked toward the gate with different expressions.
"Dad..."
Master Ren seemed to choke on the word, pointing toward the door in horror.
"A ghost!"
The family members in the hall screamed in terror.
They fled in panic.
Ren Tingting's face paled with fear.
Her trembling hands clutched the hem of Lin Fan's clothes behind him.
It was time to show off my true skills.
Whether I can win the beauty's heart depends on this one chance!
Qiu Sheng beamed inwardly.
He could almost dream of standing with Ren Tingting in a wedding hall.
Seeing Ren Tingting so terrified, Qiu Sheng suddenly sprang into action like a fierce tiger.
He flew toward Old Master Ren outside the door.
Using the momentum of his charge, he leaped into the air.
With a kick suspended in midair, he struck straight toward Old Master Ren's chest.
Qiu Sheng had some confidence in his martial arts skills.
Bang!
With a muffled thud, Old Master Ren fell backward.
"Miss Ren, don't be afraid. With me, Qiu Sheng, here, I won't let you get hurt."
Qiu Sheng walked straight into the hall.
He pointed at his own face with his thumb, looking completely confident.
He sought Ren Tingting's praise, showing off his manly image to the fullest.
He had completely forgotten that there was a zombie behind him.
And not just any zombie—it was one on the verge of breaking through into a Purple Zombie.
Old Master Ren suddenly rose to his feet.
His hands instantly clamped tightly around Qiu Sheng's neck.
Qiu Sheng twisted his head with great effort and cast a sidelong glance behind him.
He was utterly terrified, yet unable to break free.
Flailing about, he bombarded Old Master Ren with wild punches.
But they had little effect. Old Master Ren stood as immovable as the Unmoving King, completely unharmed.
Old Master Ren roared madly.
His mouth opened wide, and his pale fangs lunged toward Qiu Sheng's neck.
Qiu Sheng's face flushed from being strangled. As the gaping maw rushed toward him,
his face took on the color of death, his wide eyes filled with disbelief.
Yet in his heart, he could do nothing but resign himself to it.
Lin Fan's eyes and hands were quick.
His energy circulated as he activated a talisman, raised two fingers like a sword, and shouted,
"Blazing Fire Talisman, go!"
Suddenly, a mass of blazing fire
transformed into a swimming dragon and shot toward Old Master Ren's face.
Bang! Bang!
Old Master Ren was blasted in the face by the fierce fireball.
Amid the explosions, his hands, which had been gripping Qiu Sheng tightly, loosened.
He was forced back several steps, black smoke billowing from his forehead.
Ah!
A roar rang out.
The corpse aura around Old Master Ren erupted from his body, his might overwhelming.
His eyes fixed straight on everyone in the hall.
It was as though he had to tear the people before him apart before he could calm down.
Qiu Sheng sensed the rampant corpse aura spreading throughout the surroundings.
He stared at Old Master Ren in utter horror.
He suddenly broke into a cold sweat. How was this a Black Zombie?
This was a Purple Zombie!
This aura was even somewhat stronger than that of an ordinary Purple Zombie.
It was as powerful as the Houtian Third Level!
How could I have been so reckless? Ten lives wouldn't be enough!
I'm worse than a pig or a dog—a complete fool.
It's all over now. Master isn't here either.
Qiu Sheng struggled inwardly again and again, his face ashen.
"Qiu Sheng, step back."
Lin Fan raised one hand in front of Qiu Sheng and spoke solemnly.
Qiu Sheng hurriedly pulled him back and said anxiously, "Senior Disciple Brother, are you trying to get yourself killed? You're only at the Houtian Ninth Level. We aren't his match at all. We'd better think of a way to get them out of here."
As he spoke, Lin Fan's aura circulated, then burst outward from his body.
"P-pree-Natal First Level? When did this happen, Senior Disciple Brother?"
Qiu Sheng stared at Lin Fan as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
Then he shook his head and continued helplessly, "Senior Disciple Brother, even this one level is probably useless. That's a Purple Zombie comparable to a Pre-Natal Third Level expert. The gap between you isn't just a little!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was shocked, their eyes filled with endless despair.
In the time it took to say those words, Old Master Ren's sharp claws gleamed menacingly.
With a roar, he charged into the hall.
Lin Fan's figure flashed, and he pointed forward in a Vajra's Fury gesture.
He recited, "Spells cast shadows upon shadows, illusions take form and vanish without a trace. Shock the body, dispel evil, break enchantments. Soul Locking Evil Dispelling Talisman, rise!"
With the command issued,
a golden net rose around Old Master Ren.
It came from all directions and bound him tightly.
Crackling sounds rang out.
Every place his corpse touched the net erupted with explosive bursts.
He was blasted backward repeatedly, his hands slightly bent as he braced them against the net over his forehead.
Old Master Ren wailed before crashing down outside the hall, as though his strength had been completely drained.
Qiu Sheng's pupils widened in disbelief.
His Senior Disciple Brother had executed the technique with astonishing precision.
First, he had condensed the attack into a ball and sent it toward Old Master Ren's face, knocking him back.
That had forced Old Master Ren into an open area.
Then, with the force of thunder, he had unleashed the Soul Locking Evil Dispelling Talisman.
It neither harmed the innocent nor diminished the damage.
The sudden shock was like lightning in the dead of night.
It instantly brought Qiu Sheng to his senses.
Realizing his situation, he saw that it was not quite as hopeless as he had thought.
Everyone present wore looks of shock.
What Qiu Sheng had just said had seemed impossible.
Yet it had appeared before their eyes. Under Lin Fan's fierce assault,
Old Master Ren could not even enter the hall.
Looking at Lin Fan, everyone was filled with admiration and gratitude.
It was as though they had found hope again.
Just as Lin Fan was about to press his advantage,
he was preparing to use the Lightning Arts to deliver the final blow to Old Master Ren.
A thick cloud of smoke suddenly rose, instantly blanketing the area outside the main hall of Ren Manor!
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