The Heavenly God Descends!

Fei Luo saw the several figures rushing toward Justice Manor and realized this was retaliation from the mastermind behind the scenes.

Since the target was Justice Manor, the mastermind must intend to eliminate Uncle Nine and himself before moving on to Ren Family Town.

So many zombies—truly damnable!

Inadvertently, a soul-piercing cold glint radiated from the corners of Fei Luo's eyes.

Though zombies harm people, the evil cultivators with their vicious hearts are far worse than the zombies themselves.

Such people are more poisonous than any zombie.

"Master Ren, Miss Ren, I have some matters to attend to, please excuse me." Fei Luo set down his wine glass and stood up.

Without waiting for them to speak, Fei Luo vanished from before them in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Master Ren saw Fei Luo's figure appear outside the villa, and the next moment, he was gone.

"Hiss~" Master Ren drew a sharp breath. "Tingting, Master Fei Luo is truly a god among men."

Ren Tingting smiled sweetly. "Father, you didn't see Fei Luo catch those bullets with your own eyes."

After all these events, the father and daughter had come to regard Fei Luo as a terrestrial immortal.

Meanwhile, the thought in Master Ren's heart became increasingly impossible to suppress.

"Tingting, what do you think of Fei Luo?"

"Father~"

Inside the villa, the father and daughter were in earnest conversation.

Inside Justice Manor.

"Qiusheng, Wencai, hurry! Go wake Fei Luo, quickly!" Uncle Nine shouted, wielding his Guan Gong Broadsword as he struggled to hold off the zombies.

"Master, we can't get out!" Qiusheng and Wencai, whose cultivation was weaker, were being chased around the courtyard by two low-level white-clothed zombies.

"I will clear a path for you." Uncle Nine steeled his heart, bit his fingertip, and smeared his essence blood onto the broadsword, then roared as he slashed at the five zombies before him.

"Sizzle~"

Like a spark, Uncle Nine's attack caused the zombies to go briefly numb.

Uncle Nine did not possess the formidable mana of Fei Luo; he could not use mana attacks continuously. Smearing the blade with essence blood was also effective, and the duration was much longer.

Mana was something that diminished with every bit used.

"Master!"

Qiusheng and Wencai cried out for help repeatedly, but even so, they could not break out.

These ten zombies were like masters of the house, and four of them were peak Iron Corpses.

Even a single peak Iron Corpse was more than the three of them could handle, and there were four of them here.

"Audacious demons! Suppress!"

Following the roar that was so familiar to everyone, a figure appeared in the courtyard like a roc spreading its wings.

Blue light flickered in his eyes, and a laser beam swept toward the three white-clothed zombies chasing Qiusheng and Wencai.

"Puchi~"

"Puchi~"

Struck by the blue light, the three white-clothed zombies trembled, roaring as they dissolved into streams of particles like burning paper.

"Master, do not panic. Your disciple is here to save you."

Swish!

The moment Fei Luo appeared, he used the suppression power of the Soul Capture Art to instantly kill the three white-clothed zombies. The Flowing Cloud Sword appeared in his hand, and with a movement, he charged at the seven zombies surrounding Uncle Nine.

"Moon Embracer!"

In the stunned gaze of Uncle Nine, Qiusheng, and Wencai, they only saw a dazzling sword light flash by like a fleeting glimpse of a wild goose; the seven zombies surrounding Uncle Nine were swept away like duckweed.

Before the zombies' bodies could even hit the ground, the sword light in Fei Luo's hand flashed again. In that instant, everyone was so captivated by the brilliant light that they could not open their eyes.

Only a sword hum echoed through the air.

Clang!

Like a reflection in a mirror, dozens of sword beams appeared in the air.

These seven zombies, including the four peak Iron Corpses, were pierced into sieves by the sword beams before they could even let out a scream.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

The zombies fell to the ground like wooden puppets, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Heavenly Fire Incantation, go."

Fei Luo pinched a seal with one hand and flicked his finger, sending several flames flying toward the zombies.

In a moment, the zombies in the courtyard were bathed in fire, turning into ashes.

"Gurgle~"

"Gurgle~"

"Gurgle~"

Uncle Nine and the others stared with wide eyes at Fei Luo, who looked like a god descended from the heavens, as if struck by lightning.

From the moment Fei Luo appeared to the moment he insta-killed ten zombies, had even three seconds passed?

Everyone was stunned! Their minds were buzzing.

"Holy crap! Junior Brother Fei Luo, you're too badass!" Wencai tilted his head, blinked, and blurted out a curse.

Even so, this could not hide the shock in Wencai's heart.

How many days had it been?

On the day Old Master Ren revived, Fei Luo was strong, but his strength was still within the realm of understanding—only a little stronger than their master.

But what the hell was this today?

A god descending to earth?

Killing ten zombies as if they were ten chickens?

"You idiot, look at how sheltered you are. When Junior Brother killed Dong Xiaoyu, he was even more imposing than this," Qiusheng punched Wencai on the shoulder and said irritably.

But Qiusheng knew.

Today's Fei Luo was even more overbearing, sharp, and soul-stirring than when he killed Dong Xiaoyu.

Back then, he knew that Fei Luo's swordsmanship was basically trash, far worse than their master's.

But what was going on today?

What was with those sword shadows filling the sky? Ten strikes per second?

"Xiao Luo, you... you have already..." Uncle Nine was the most shocked of all.

Qiusheng and Wencai had low cultivation levels, so they couldn't feel the terror of the trace of spiritual power Fei Luo had just released.

But Uncle Nine had felt it clearly.

The Core Formation Realm!

This was something only found in the Core Formation Realm: aura!

According to the sect's secret records, as cultivation progresses, this aura becomes pressure.

Once pressure is released, divine sense follows.

After a cultivator becomes powerful, they can cover a hundred miles in a single thought; within that range, not even an ant can escape their perception.

This, this, this...

Uncle Nine was in a state of disarray.

In the last hundred years, it seemed that only his senior brother, Shi Jian, had reached the Core Formation Realm, and he was hailed as the most outstanding genius in a century.

Now it seemed that compared to Fei Luo, his senior brother would be completely eclipsed.

His senior brother was already forty-five years old this year.

How old was Fei Luo?

Twenty-one!

Good heavens.

Fei Luo smiled faintly, touched his nose, and looked at Uncle Nine. "Master, this disciple is untalented, but after some seclusion, I have gained a little insight."

Fei Luo knew that he would shock his master and the others today, but he hadn't expected that revealing only a portion of his strength would leave the three of them in such a state.

He still had his trump card, the Nine Heavens Thunder Invocation Art, which he hadn't used yet.

That was a supreme technique; combined with the Void-Breaking Sword Art, even someone in the Solid Core Realm would be no match for him.

As his cultivation progressed, Fei Luo finally had the confidence to stand firm in this Age of Dharma Decline.

These unique skills would continue to improve alongside his cultivation, and their power would only grow stronger.

"Sigh," Uncle Nine shook his head. "Xiao Luo, you have surprised me too much. But now that you have this strength, we can follow the clues to find the mastermind behind today's events and bring them to justice."

"Naturally," Fei Luo nodded.