Fei Luo saw several figures charging toward Justice Manor and realized this was the mastermind's revenge.
Since their target was Justice Manor, the mastermind must have wanted to eliminate Uncle Nine and him first, then make a move against Ren Family Town.
So many zombies. Damn them!
A chilling glint flickered in Fei Luo's eyes.
Zombies harmed people, but evil cultivators with hearts full of malice were even worse.
Such people were more poisonous than zombies.
"Master Ren, Miss Ren, something's come up that I need to take care of. Please excuse me." Fei Luo set down his wineglass and stood.
Before either of them could speak, Fei Luo vanished from in front of them.
Master Ren blinked and saw Fei Luo appear outside the villa. The next moment, he had disappeared again.
"Gasp!" Master Ren sucked in a breath. "Tingting, Master Fei Luo truly is a god among men."
Ren Tingting smiled sweetly. "Father, you didn't see him catch bullets with your own eyes."
After everything that had happened, the father and daughter had come to regard Fei Luo as an immortal walking among mortals.
At the same time, the thought in Master Ren's heart became harder and harder to suppress.
"Tingting, what do you think of Fei Luo?"
"Father~"
Inside the villa, father and daughter were having a serious conversation.
At Justice Manor.
"Qiusheng, Wencai, hurry! Go wake Fei Luo! Hurry!" Uncle Nine called as he gripped the Guan Gong Broadsword and struggled to hold back the zombies.
"Master, we can't get out!" Qiusheng and Wencai were weaker cultivators, and two low-grade white zombies were chasing them around the courtyard.
"I'll clear the way for you." Uncle Nine steeled himself, bit his fingertip, and smeared his blood across the broadsword. Then he roared and hacked at the five zombies in front of him.
"Crackle!"
Like a spark catching, Uncle Nine's attack briefly paralyzed the zombies.
Uncle Nine didn't possess Fei Luo's formidable magical power, so he couldn't keep attacking with it. Coating his weapon with his blood could also work, and the effect lasted longer.
Magical power was something that dwindled with every use.
"Master!"
Qiusheng and Wencai cried out for help again and again, but even so, they still couldn't break through.
The ten zombies were their worst nightmare, and four of them were at the peak of the Iron Corpse level.
They couldn't even handle one peak Iron Corpse, let alone four.
"Daring demons! Tremble!"
At the sound of that familiar roar, a figure appeared in the courtyard as strangely as a roc spreading its wings.
Blue light flickered in his eyes as a laser swept toward the three white zombies chasing Qiusheng and Wencai.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
Struck by the blue light, the three white zombies convulsed. Amid their howls, they crumbled like burning paper, vanishing into specks of light.
"Master, don't panic! Your disciple is here to save you."
Whoosh!
The instant Fei Luo appeared, he used the Soul Capture Art's power to suppress and slay the three white zombies. The Flowing Cloud Sword appeared in his hand, and he lunged toward the seven zombies surrounding Uncle Nine.
"Moon Embracer!"
Under Uncle Nine, Qiusheng, and Wencai's stunned gazes, a blinding streak of sword light flashed by, as fleeting as a startled swan. The seven zombies attacking Uncle Nine were swept away like duckweed.
Before their bodies could even hit the ground, a flash of sword light shone from Fei Luo's hand. The brilliance was so dazzling that everyone was forced to shut their eyes.
All they heard was the ringing of a sword in the air.
Clang!
Like flowers reflected in a mirror and the moon shimmering on water, dozens of sword lights appeared in midair.
The seven zombies, including the four peak Iron Corpses, were pierced through by the sword lights before they could even scream.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
One zombie after another fell to the ground like wooden puppets, raising clouds of dust.
"Heavenly Fire Incantation, go."
Fei Luo formed a seal with one hand, flicked his finger, and sent several sparks flying toward the zombies.
In an instant, the zombies in the courtyard were engulfed in flames and reduced to ash.
"Gulp."
"Gulp."
"Gulp."
Uncle Nine and the others stared wide-eyed at Fei Luo, who seemed like a heavenly god descending to earth. They were struck dumb with shock.
From the moment Fei Luo appeared to the instant he slew all ten zombies—had three breaths even passed?
Everyone was stunned! Their minds were buzzing.
"Holy crap! Junior Brother Fei Luo, you're incredible!" Wencai tilted his head and blinked, blurting out an expletive.
Even so, nothing could hide the shock in his heart.
It had only been a few days!
When Old Master Ren had risen again that day, Fei Luo had been strong, but his strength had still been within reason—only a little stronger than Master.
But what was this today?
A heavenly god descending to earth?
Killing ten zombies like slaughtering ten chickens?
"Fool, look at you, like you've never seen the world. When Junior Brother killed Dong Xiaoyu, he was even more impressive than this." Qiusheng punched Wencai in the shoulder and chided him.
But Qiusheng knew the truth.
Today, Fei Luo was even more domineering, sharper, and more awe-inspiring than when he had killed Dong Xiaoyu.
Back then, Qiusheng knew Fei Luo's swordsmanship had been downright awful, far worse than Master's.
But what was going on today?
What was with those sword shadows filling the sky? Ten slashes in a second?
"Xiao Luo, you... you've already..." Uncle Nine was the most shocked of all.
Qiusheng and Wencai were too weak to feel how terrifying the trace of magical power Fei Luo had just released was.
But Uncle Nine had felt it all too clearly.
The Core Formation Realm!
That aura was something only a cultivator in the Core Formation Realm possessed!
As one's cultivation advanced, according to the sect's secret texts, this aura would become a pressure that bore down on others.
Once that pressure appeared, divine sense followed.
When cultivators became powerful enough, a single thought could cover a hundred li. Within that range, not even an ant could escape their divine sense.
This... this...
Uncle Nine was utterly shaken.
In nearly a hundred years, it seemed only his senior brother Shi Jian had reached the Core Formation Realm, and Shi Jian was hailed as the most outstanding genius of the past century.
Compared to Fei Luo, even his senior brother would pale.
His senior brother was already forty-five.
How old was Fei Luo?
Twenty-one!
Good heavens...
Fei Luo smiled faintly, rubbed his nose, and looked at Uncle Nine. "Master, your disciple is unworthy. After a period of seclusion, I gained a little insight."
Fei Luo knew he would shock Master and the others today, but he hadn't expected that showing only part of his strength would leave the three of them so stunned.
He still had a killing move he hadn't used: the Nine Heavens Thunder Invocation Art.
That was an ultimate technique. Combined with the Void-Breaking Sword Art, even someone in the Solid Core Realm would be no match for him.
As Fei Luo's cultivation advanced, he had finally gained the confidence to stand firm in this age of spiritual decline.
These peerless arts would grow stronger along with his cultivation, and their power would continue to increase.
"Alas." Uncle Nine shook his head. "Xiao Luo, you've truly amazed your master. But now that you have this strength, we can follow the clues and uncover the mastermind behind today's attack, then bring him to justice."
"Of course." Fei Luo nodded.
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