Why was Jiang Chen standing there in a daze instead of running?
Because he'd discovered that he couldn't move. The entire Holy Soul Village seemed to have turned into night, with flashes of lightning flickering through the darkness. The thunderous explosions were so loud they seemed ready to burst his eardrums.
He could feel himself being targeted by the thunder in the sky.
He couldn't understand why simply awakening a Martial Soul had brought down such terrifying thunder. It was as if the will of heaven itself wanted to strike him dead.
Even if he was a zombie, was there really any need for heaven and earth to reject him the moment he appeared?
Just then, Jiang Chen felt another kind of power emerge from the Zombie Martial Soul behind him.
This power was the complete opposite of Corpse Poison. It radiated an incredibly violent energy, and its terrifying aura made Jiang Chen's soul tremble.
He had a vague sense that this power was supremely strong and yang, and seemed very similar to the aura of the thunder in the sky.
As he pondered this, the lightning in the sky converged, forming a five-colored bolt. It plunged down from the terrible vortex of black clouds and struck the wooden hut below.
"Ah!"
Countless people screamed in terror and collapsed to the ground. Tang Hao stood beside Tang San, his resolute face grim as iron. The vast Soul Power in his body stirred, ready at any moment to sweep Tang San away to safety.
Just as the five-colored lightning struck, a thick bolt of golden lightning shot out from the wooden hut, hurtling up to meet it.
BOOM!
High in the sky, the two bolts of lightning collided. The tremendous explosion sounded as if the heavens themselves were about to crack apart.
Where the lightning crashed together, blinding light blazed like a small sun, illuminating the entire pitch-black world as bright as day.
An oppressive aura weighed on everyone's hearts. Su Yuntao tried several times to flee, but his legs had gone weak. Under this heavenly might, he couldn't fight back.
The small sun formed by the two bolts of lightning radiated terrifying energy. Tang Hao had no doubt that if he were there, he wouldn't last a single breath before being reduced to ashes.
Suddenly, the small sun vanished. The five-colored lightning shot back up and disappeared into the leaden clouds.
The golden lightning returned to the wooden hut and sank into the Zombie Martial Soul, vanishing without a trace.
Aside from Tang Hao, Tang San, and Su Yuntao, everyone else had collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, the black clouds in the sky began to fade, then strangely vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye, as if they had never appeared.
Many people rubbed their eyes, still shaken. One after another, they felt the relief of having survived a catastrophe.
"Xiao Chen!" Old Jack shouted, staggering toward the hut.
Although he was usually somewhat afraid of Jiang Chen, he had long since come to see him as his own grandson. How could he not be worried?
"Let's go take a look," Tang Hao said.
He placed his broad hand on the back of Tang San's head, and the two of them walked toward the wooden hut.
Su Yuntao's expression shifted uneasily. After carefully sensing the situation, he gritted his teeth and followed them.
The danger seemed to have passed, and his livelihood was still inside, after all.
He had to see just what kind of Martial Soul could cause such a commotion when awakened.
Not a single villager dared to approach. They watched the wooden hut from a distance, terror still lingering in their eyes.
Inside the hut, Jiang Chen's Martial Soul had disappeared, and he had regained the ability to move.
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