The Brutal Beating of Old Master Ren!

Uncle Nine raised a brow, equally shocked.

This was his first encounter with an Iron Corpse. Its strength had far exceeded his expectations. Even the Corpse-Binding Rope, enhanced with spiritual power, had failed to harm it.

In truth, Old Master Ren was much stronger than he had been in the original story, and Fei Luo had silently taken note of it all.

Fei Luo was observing Old Master Ren as well, but he was not worried in the slightest, because Uncle Nine would arrive at once in the original story.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you would never be defeated in a hundred battles.

Fei Luo was no fool. He could clearly sense that Old Master Ren was now comparable to a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Peak Stage. He would not stupidly rush out to show off right away.

If he carelessly got himself killed, there would be nowhere to cry about it.

Fei Luo did not believe those plots from novels where the protagonist could mess around however he pleased and never die.

Planning before acting had always been Fei Luo's guiding principle.

As for that Red-Clad Female Ghost from before, with merely early Foundation Establishment Realm strength, Fei Luo naturally did not care.

Two streams of black qi puffed from Old Master Ren's nostrils. Apparently finding the three little flies before him annoying, he lunged at Uncle Nine.

"Take this!" Seeing Old Master Ren charge over, Uncle Nine grabbed the magical Peachwood Sword and slashed at the corpse.

Crack!

With a single strike, the Peachwood Sword snapped apart. It was brittle beyond belief.

"What?" Uncle Nine had no time to be shocked before Old Master Ren sent him flying with a palm strike.

"Master!" Qiusheng and Wencai were greatly alarmed and hurriedly looked over.

Uncle Nine landed on the ground, his blood and qi churning. He pulled a stack of copper coins from his robe. These coins had also been nurtured by spiritual power and were no ordinary objects.

Uncle Nine formed a hand seal with one hand, and the coins in his hand immediately turned into a Copper Coin Sword. "Take this!"

With a leap, Uncle Nine wielded the Copper Coin Sword and slashed at Old Master Ren.

Before the shocked eyes of Master Ren, Qiusheng, and Wencai, Uncle Nine's Copper Coin Sword only sparked against Old Master Ren's body before losing its effect and scattering apart.

"Bang!" This time, Old Master Ren seemed truly enraged and once again swung his arm, sending Uncle Nine flying.

Ren Tingting had reached the door of the room where Fei Luo was. Hearing the fighting downstairs made her even more anxious. Just as she was about to knock, she paused slightly.

She could not help worrying. What if Fei Luo had been injured?

Downstairs, Uncle Nine was currently being used as a punching bag by her own "grandfather."

Creak.

As Ren Tingting stood there in a daze, the door opened.

Dressed in black casual clothes, Fei Luo smiled. "Miss Ren, stay here and don't move. I'll be back in a moment."

Before Ren Tingting could speak, Fei Luo had already appeared at the stairway. With a leap, he jumped down from the second floor.

At that moment, Uncle Nine was being held by the throat by Old Master Ren, his face flushed red.

Uncle Nine clutched half a talisman in his hand. It was a Zombie Suppression Talisman he had drawn before leaving, but the ever-reliable talisman had no effect whatsoever on Old Master Ren.

Yellow-paper talismans were the lowest-grade talismans. How could they possibly deal with Old Master Ren, an Iron Corpse at the pinnacle?

"Xiao Luo, run!" Uncle Nine's face was red as he called out to Fei Luo, who had leaped down.

Uncle Nine was utterly panicked. Old Master Ren, at the pinnacle of the Iron Corpse level, had far exceeded his expectations. He was no match for him at all.

"Monster, let go of my master and come at me!"

As he spoke, Fei Luo became an afterimage and rushed toward Old Master Ren.

"Thirteen Demon-Subduing Styles, Shadowless Palm!" Powerful spiritual power wrapped around Fei Luo's hand as his jade-like palm lightly struck toward Old Master Ren!

"Bang!"

As though struck by a heavy blow, Old Master Ren's body bent at a ninety-degree angle and flew backward.

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Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw Fei Luo casually send Old Master Ren flying with one palm.

Uncle Nine rubbed his eyes, unable to believe it. "Xiao Luo, you..."

He could tell that Fei Luo's cultivation had already surpassed his own!

Foundation Establishment Realm—he was definitely in the Foundation Establishment Realm. And Fei Luo had not lied; this was indeed one of the techniques from the Supreme Clarity Great Cavern Scripture's Thirteen Demon-Subduing Styles.

"Hehe." Fei Luo turned around and rubbed his nose, looking a little embarrassed. "Master, I was fortunate enough to break through recently."

At those words, Uncle Nine was completely thrown into chaos.

He had recovered in a day and reached the ninth level of Qi Refinement. Then, in only a few short days, he had successfully established his foundation?

This...

Qiusheng and Wencai wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths and secretly gave Fei Luo a thumbs-up.

Their little junior brother was truly heaven-sent!

"Fei Luo, be careful." Ren Tingting's eyes shone from the second floor. After seeing Fei Luo send Old Master Ren flying with one move, she saw Old Master Ren roar and pounce at Fei Luo again, and could not help calling out.

"It's fine, Miss Ren. There's no need to worry." Fei Luo grinned and turned to face the charging Old Master Ren.

Black qi now spewed from all seven of Old Master Ren's orifices. He seemed unable to believe that such a small human could possess such tremendous strength.

Though the Thirteen Demon-Subduing Styles were a simplified, third-rate cultivation method, mastering them completely was more than enough to deal with an Iron Corpse.

"Giant Spirit Palm!"

"Rhino-Horn Finger!"

"Demon-Subduing Fist!"

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Before everyone's stunned eyes, every time Old Master Ren charged over, Fei Luo effortlessly sent him flying with a single move.

The exterior walls of the Ren Family Villa had already been smashed with several human-shaped holes.

Yet Old Master Ren, an Iron Corpse at the pinnacle, did not seem to have suffered much damage from these attacks. Instead, the corpse qi emanating from his body became increasingly dense.

"Good grief! So he really does have a copper head and iron arms. He truly is an Iron Corpse at the pinnacle." Watching Old Master Ren pounce again, Fei Luo rapidly circulated the spiritual power within his body. He turned his fist into a palm blade and chopped at Old Master Ren's shoulder with a fierce gust of palm wind.

"Roar!" Several times more corpse qi erupted from Old Master Ren's seven orifices, its stench nauseating. Yet after Fei Luo's palm strike landed, Old Master Ren merely swayed slightly?

"Hmm?" Fei Luo raised a brow in surprise.

When the strike failed, Fei Luo swiftly retreated several meters!

"Not good! He's about to go berserk. Xiao Luo, quickly use the Fire Incantation to burn him! Fire suppresses evil qi, and zombies fear fire!" Seeing blood-red light flash in Old Master Ren's eyes and corpse qi pour from his seven orifices almost tangibly, Uncle Nine cried out.

"Understood!" Fei Luo nodded, casting aside his earlier contempt.

An Iron Corpse's entire body was like iron. Ordinary magical weapons, blades, and spears could hardly harm it. That was no exaggeration.

His own realm was still not high enough. If his cultivation had reached the late Foundation Establishment Realm, it would be far easier to deal with it using the Buddha-Demon Thirteen Styles.

If he were in the Golden Core Realm, one strike would be enough to kill an Iron Corpse instantly.

"Fiery baleful spirit of the south, fierce radiance of the west, essence of fire's barrier. By the urgent command of the law!" Everyone widened their eyes as Fei Luo formed a hand seal with one hand and muttered an incantation. A flame immediately appeared at his fingertips.

"Go!" Fei Luo lifted his slender hand and gave it a gentle wave. The flame instantly flew before Old Master Ren.

"Roar!" Old Master Ren bared his fangs, seeming deeply disdainful. Though zombies feared fire, was this tiny flame supposed to be a joke?

At that moment, a sudden change occurred.