Slap in the Face! Slap Him Silly!

Fei Luo knew that if his cultivation hadn't greatly improved today, even facing these zombies would have been a serious problem.

If he couldn't defeat them, what would happen to him and the others—and to the people of Ren Family Town?

It was enough to make his blood run cold.

"Master, that mysterious person must still be somewhere nearby. We can use the Maoshan Spirit Seeking Technique to track him down." Fei Luo looked at Uncle Nine with a smile.

"Xiao Luo, cast the spell quickly. With your powerful magic, that villain won't be able to escape." Uncle Nine nodded and spoke.

"Master, then what about us...?" Qiusheng and Wencai looked at Fei Luo and Uncle Nine and asked.

"You two stay behind and watch the house. Xiao Luo and I will go."

"Yes, Master."

Without hesitation, Fei Luo formed a series of hand seals. A wisp of magic gathered at his fingertip and became a butterfly. It glowed faintly like a firefly, and with a beat of its wings, it flew out of the courtyard.

"Master, he's to the west!" Fei Luo's eyes lit up. From the butterfly's flight path, he immediately determined it was heading toward the West Suburb Wilderness.

All the land west of Ren Family Town was wilderness. The soil there was far too saline and alkaline to grow crops.

Uncle Nine nodded in surprise. "Xiao Luo, your cultivation has soared, and you can wield Daoist arts as easily as lifting a finger. Your master can't help but envy you."

Hearing this, Fei Luo smiled. "Master, don't tease your disciple. If you hadn't saved me, I would have died at the hands of that evil spirit. Come on, let's go."

Fei Luo was someone who repaid kindness. Just before he had crossed over, the original owner of this body had already died.

It was only because Uncle Nine had fought desperately to save him that Fei Luo had been brought back to life.

Otherwise, none of what came after would have happened.

"All right."

Uncle Nine nodded. The old man and the young one moved as lightly as swallows, leaping onto the rooftops and racing toward the West Suburb Wilderness.

Meanwhile,

in the West Suburb Wilderness,

the sinister-looking man repeatedly cast spells, only to discover that he had lost his connection to his zombies.

"What happened? All those zombies were wiped out in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea?" The man stared in shock, seeming unable to believe what he was seeing.

This time, he had used half of his power to destroy Ren Family Town.

Four Iron Corpses at peak strength should have been more than enough to deal with a mere Lin Jiu and his three disciples.

But reality had far exceeded his expectations. In only a short while, he could no longer sense the zombies' presence.

Suddenly, the sinister man saw a point of light drifting toward him through the night sky. It looked like a firefly, but shone far more brightly.

At the same time, he saw two figures moving swiftly through the darkness.

"They're here?" The sinister man put the magical artifact in his hand away in a cloth bag and murmured.

Those who had come were Fei Luo and Uncle Nine.

Beneath the bright moonlight, Fei Luo and Uncle Nine reached a spot several hundred meters west of Ren Family Town in no time. There, they saw a man in a black Daoist robe standing in the night.

"Lin Jiu?" The sinister man saw Uncle Nine and Fei Luo, and his pupils contracted. He let out a sinister laugh. "I take it this is your prized disciple? Since you destroyed my four precious Iron Corpses, you're both going to die today!"

As the sinister man spoke, Uncle Nine and Fei Luo stared at him.

Uncle Nine's breath caught. Seeing the blood-red emblem on the man's Daoist robe, he exclaimed, "You—you're from the Corpse Raising Valley in the Miao Border? You wicked heretics deserve to be hunted down by everyone. I can't believe you dared show your face here."

His voice brimmed with disgust. He had not the slightest bit of goodwill toward the man before him.

Daoist cultivators were divided into righteous and evil factions.

Most evil cultivators committed heinous deeds, but their cultivation advanced incredibly quickly—far faster than that of righteous cultivators.

Fei Luo raised an eyebrow, his expression full of surprise.

Foundation Establishment Peak Stage!

This man had reached Foundation Establishment Peak Stage. His cultivation was equal to Fei Luo's before his breakthrough.

On top of that, evil energy clung to him, and baleful qi had gathered above his head to its utmost degree. He had likely spilled countless drops of blood.

This man couldn't be allowed to live.

Whoosh!

Just as Fei Luo was sizing up the sinister man, his opponent made his move.

Like a ghost, he turned into a blur and lunged at Uncle Nine with clawed fingers.

In his eyes, Uncle Nine was the strongest. He was only a hair's breadth from the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

As for Fei Luo, the man dismissed him outright.

A tender-faced little brat like him couldn't be more than a nine-layer Qi Refining Realm cultivator at that age. Once Uncle Nine was dealt with, the boy would be no trouble at all.

Uncle Nine hadn't expected the man to launch a sneak attack without a word. He circulated his magic and immediately punched toward his opponent.

Bang!

When fist met claw, Uncle Nine felt a tremendous force surge toward him. His right hand struck the man like it had hit an iron wall, and he staggered backward.

A slender, jade-like hand suddenly pressed against Uncle Nine's shoulder, absorbing all the force that had struck him.

"Master, let me handle this." Fei Luo smiled faintly at Uncle Nine.

"All right." Uncle Nine nodded without saying more.

"Hm?" The sinister man hadn't expected the little brat to move so strangely.

Fei Luo had acted the instant he attacked. He had caught Uncle Nine as he stumbled back, then deftly dispersed the force that had struck him.

"Little brat, since you're asking to die, I'll finish you off first!" The sinister man was furious. Fei Luo's calm expression had not escaped his notice, nor had the way he'd told Lin Jiu to step aside and let him handle things.

He'd seen plenty of people looking for death, but never anyone so eager to die.

The brat truly didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Whoosh~

Black light surged in the black-robed man's hand. This time, he concentrated all his magic in his palm, making his attack several times stronger than before. His body blurred as he charged at Fei Luo.

It was the same claw attack, but the icy aura radiating from it was strong enough to crush an ordinary person's skull in one strike.

"Pathetic trick."

Fei Luo didn't even bother to look. He raised his hand high and swung it forward.

"Smack!"

A resounding slap rang out. The black-robed man was still lunging forward with his claw, but Fei Luo's slap had been impossibly fast, striking him squarely across the face.

Buzz~

The slap stunned the black-robed man. His head rang, and he spun in place like a top, whirling around and around.

"You brat—"

"Smack!"

Before the black-robed man could steady himself, another solid slap struck the same spot.

Three yellowed teeth flew through the air. His head rang, his vision swam, and he kept spinning in circles.

"That slap was for all the innocent people who died."

"Smack!"

"That slap was for the old master of the Ren family."

"Smack!"

"That slap was for my master."

"Smack!"

Fei Luo slapped him several more times in a row, knocking the black-robed man's teeth all over the ground. One side of his face swelled red and grotesque, like a pig's head.

"You brat, you—you—you..." The black-robed man spat blood in his rage, utterly terrified.

Clutching his face, he stared at Fei Luo in horror, his scalp crawling.