Why Can't the Sword of the Previous Dynasty Strike the Official of This Dynasty? You're Throwing Your Weight Around!

As soon as the eight zombies emerged, a chill wind sprang up throughout the chamber. Under Li Banshan's control, eight black shadows flickered as they formed a strange formation.

In an instant, a decayed aura of death spread out, like cold air welling up from the depths underground and sweeping in all directions, causing the temperature in the underground palace to plunge again and again.

The zombies moved stiffly, without the slightest agility, but they made up for it with inexhaustible strength. They charged about as fast as lightning, taking their places according to the strange formation. They surged forward together, baring fangs and claws as they freely vented corpse poison and yin energy.

"Such paltry tricks, and you dare make a fool of yourself!"

Wang Hu let out a disdainful shout and planted his feet. His burly body stood immovable amid the chill wind, like a mountain peak. No matter how wildly the wind raged, it could not shake him in the slightest.

Li Banshan used neither protective Gang Qi nor the power of heaven and earth. His iron-forged body endured every kind of attack from the eight zombies, yet none could harm him in the least.

Scratch-damage master Li Banshan felt utterly helpless.

Li Banshan had fought Wang Hu before. They had seemed evenly matched, but in truth, Wang Hu had been just a little stronger than him in every regard. Li Banshan had been beaten until he had no temper left, forced to pinch his nose and accept this temporary teammate.

To seek a tiger's skin was to seek no profit.

Li Banshan understood that principle. Li Banshan simply had not expected Wang Hu to be even more faithless for profit and more shortsighted than he had imagined. Shi Chengshan had merely wagged his tongue, and Wang