(I never expected today's recommendation votes to break eighty. You bookworms are really something—I'll work harder too and add another chapter.)
An army of zombies that could have killed the two of them countless times had actually been smashed to pieces by Lu Xiaotian as easily as plowing through a courtyard and sweeping away fallen leaves. From beginning to end, Lu Xiaotian had remained seated atop that huge earth-man puppet without even shifting his rear end. When the three of them had been subdued by a casual lift of this young man's hand, the two of them had already thought highly of him, but only now did they realize that their previous understanding had been far from enough. They had the feeling that even if both of them reached the late Ghost Marquis stage, their opponent could still kill them with a turn of his hand. In particular, those arrows carrying the aura of the Fire Flood Dragon Bow were something even late-stage Ghost Marquises would struggle to withstand.
Seeing that the situation had temporarily returned to a controllable state, Lu Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief. If he had not used the Fire Flood Dragon Bow in advance to pick off several sixth-tier white-haired zombies, then no matter how formidable the golden-man puppet was, it absolutely could not have held them back. If all those zombies had truly charged over, the situation would have been impossible to clean up. Even if he himself could fight his way out, he would probably have been in a sorry state, and there was no way he could have protected Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang, the two ghost cultivators. Although the two were not very strong, they were ghost cultivators and were familiar with the conditions inside the tomb. Having their assistance was