Bullying the Weak

Li Xiao went all out, and three Sword Qi swords flew from their sheaths at once.

The golden Buddha Qi Sword, the black Demonic Qi Sword, and the dark green Resentment Sword spun and danced around him like three streaks of light.

He charged into the zombie horde alone. Wherever the Sword Qi passed, zombies shattered like papier-mâché. Severed limbs flew everywhere, while black rotten flesh and gray-white bone fragments littered the ground.

From afar, it looked as though Li Xiao alone had surrounded these several thousand zombies.

These zombies had all been painstakingly cultivated by the Ten Thousand Souls Sect in those years. Every one of them had been tempered through a Secret Technique, granting them immense strength and bodies impervious to blades and spears. Their flesh was far tougher than that of martial artists at the same level.

Even after the passage of countless years, these zombies still retained intact bodies, without the slightest trace of decay.

Quite a few among them were even Fifth Revolution zombies, their entire bodies black as iron.

Though their movements were slow, every pounce carried tremendous force. If one were struck head-on, even an ordinary Marrow-Piercing cultivator would be injured.

But they had encountered Li Xiao.

The three streams of Sword Qi were like three flowing rays of light, darting back and forth through the zombie horde. Wherever they went, zombies shattered at a touch. Corpse bodies harder than refined iron were as vulnerable as rotten wood before the Sword Qi.

These zombies possessed no intelligence and had no one controlling them. They could only lunge at living creatures by instinct, their movements stiff and wooden, utterly incapable of dealing with Li Xiao's nimble and ever-changing attacks.

The golden Buddha Qi Sword was their natural nemesis.

Wherever its sword light reached, the