Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 67 - 23: Zombie

"Xiao Liu!"

"What is that?"

"Watch out!"

A sudden change occurred.

A pitch-black monstrous hand reached out from within the coffin, breaking through the wooden boards, piercing the chest, crushing the heart—all happening so fast that no one had time to react.

Even as Xiao Liu fell to the ground, there were people still looking bewildered.

The next instant.

"Bang!"

The coffin, weighing a thousand pounds, exploded, the heavy lid spinning through the air, carrying with it a whistling wind as it smashed down towards Fang Zheng.

The solid wood coffin lid, weighing hundreds of pounds, could easily flatten a car.

Fang Zheng’s eyes narrowed, Qi and Blood surged, instinctively swung his saber upwards, the tip trembling slightly, borrowing strength to move forward at the moment of contact with the coffin lid.

A gentle touch!

The tip of the saber seemed to have a small contact area, but it managed to deflect the direction of the coffin lid’s attack.

"Woo..."

The enormous coffin lid grazed past his head, and before Fang Zheng could relax, a gust of foul wind brought along a black shadow that had already approached.

Du Qiaoyun not far away screamed shrilly:

"Young Master Fang, watch out!"

At the critical moment, the benefits of daily martial training became apparent.

Fang Zheng’s skin and flesh suddenly exploded, his consciousness unprecedentedly clear, unable to swing the saber again, his body didn’t retreat but advanced boldly into the foul wind.

Baji Mountain Clinging Lean!

The solid ground beneath suddenly sank, strength rose from the earth, rushed along his legs, spine, directly to his shoulders, forcefully hitting the black shadow.

"Bang!"

This full-force collision, even someone like Du Qiaoyun with second Qi and Blood mastery, would be stunned instantly, with no ability to retaliate.

The black shadow also struggled, body leaning backward, hands uncontrollably raised high, yet only retreated a step.

How could this be?

Fang Zheng was shocked deep down.

This Mountain Clinging Lean could knock out a bull, could the opponent be a Three-Blood Expert?

"Woo..."

No time to think more, a strange cry emitted from the mouth of the black shadow, body spinning, arms sweeping horizontally like scythes, actually using his arms to collide with the long saber in his hand.

"Bang!"

The massive force was like a fully powered train, not only knocking the saber flying, but also making Fang Zheng taste a sweetness in his throat, nearly vomiting blood as he retreated.

What great strength!

What was even more frightening was that his saber, a modern technological product, extremely sharp, was unable to cut off the opponent’s arm upon colliding.

Only slashing open some skin and flesh.

Moreover,

the opponent seemed completely unaffected, not knowing what pain was.

Seeing the shadow pouncing again, Fang Zheng spread his arms, his whole body like a crane spreading wings, sliding over the ground for several meters to avoid the danger.

Wing Chun White Crane!

He was fast, but the shadow was even faster.

Feet heavily stomping the ground, shooting forward like an arrow leaving the string.

"Humph!"

Fang Zheng let out a muffled grunt, stepping in rapid succession, skimming past to dodge the oncoming attack directly, employing the Eight Trigrams Body Movement footwork.

In a blink of an eye, he had used Saber Technique, Baji, Wing Chun, Eight Trigrams, and many Dharma Gates, gradually integrating under the opponent’s pressure.

But such a crazy burst also consumed an astonishing amount of energy.

Seeing no escape, a figure as agile as a snake wrapped around the shadow.

It was a cling!

Although the body didn’t seem to touch, it felt like a long snake had ensnared its prey, accompanied by dazzling glints from her hand.

"Screech..."

The Soft Sword circled around the shadow’s neck frantically, sparks from friction even fizzling out.

Finger-Encompassing Soft Sword!

The signature skill of Pan She Martial Arts Hall, the sword moving like a soft ribbon, gentle and twisting, elusive, making the Sword Techniques unpredictable and leaving enemies with no way to defend.

With Du Qiaoyun’s strength, she could easily decapitate a person.

But this time the opponent was clearly different.

"Bang!"

With a muffled grunt, Du Qiaoyun staggered back, her right hand holding the sword trembled violently, Soft Sword now having several rotten gaps.

"It’s a zombie!"

She gritted her silver teeth tightly, eyes wide with terror, screeched:

"Everyone be careful!"

Not until then did Fang Zheng see the opponent clearly.

The shadow had a blue face and sharp teeth, spewing corpse breath, covered in black hair, hideous appearance, two pupils pale and death-still, lacking all characteristics of the living.

Zombie?

This world truly had such a thing?

Fang Zheng felt a chill in his heart, yet he barely managed to steady his emotions, while Scarface, who had charged ahead earlier, was directly scared out of his wits.

The Young Martial Arts Hall Master of the second Qi and Blood level couldn’t withstand a single blow, wouldn’t their path surely lead to death?

"Ah!"

He screamed, threw his weapon aside, and ran straight back the way they came.

He shouldn’t have moved; once he did, it immediately drew the zombie’s attention. It clasped onto a coffin nearby and smashed it straight at Scarface.

"Bang!"

The weight of a thousand pounds directly crushed him into pulp, even a Qi Blood Martial Artist was no match before it.

Fortunately, though the zombie’s strength and speed were formidable, its movements were stiff and lacked variation, making it possible to simply dodge.

Fang Zheng’s thoughts raced, his hand already placed at his waist.

"Ugh..."

The zombie roared again, leaping high into the air, lunging straight at Du Qiaoyun.

Among the group, her Qi and Blood was the most vigorous, appearing as a blazing candle flame to the zombie, even more noticeable than its target.

"Bang!"

A dull crash resounded in the Yizhuang again.

The zombie plummeted from mid-air, a small hole appeared near its temple, and white brain matter slowly flowed out.

Not far away, Fang Zheng looked grim, holding a pistol in his hand from which smoke was still rising.

The gun!

This was his real assurance against martial artists.

Even a Third Qi and Blood Martial Artist was ultimately just a mortal body and couldn’t withstand several shots, it seemed the zombie was the same.

But...

"Whizz!"

The zombie with brain matter oozing out straightened up, turned to face Fang Zheng, its pale pupils were deathly still, chilling to behold.

Even after this, it isn’t dead?

No, it’s already dead!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Fang Zheng gritted his teeth, firing twice, one shot hitting the zombie’s forehead, the powerful inertia tearing open half of its skull, the other shot pierced through its heart entirely.

The zombie’s body trembled and retreated, gray misty breath spewed from the wounds.

However...

Once the gunfire ceased, it immediately stopped retreating.

"It’s useless."

Du Qiaoyun’s beautiful eyes showed surprise, her gaze lingered on the pistol before she shook her head:

"Ordinary attacks can’t kill it, at most you can deplete its corpse energy, unless you have the ability to completely exhaust its corpse energy inside to kill it."

"That’s apparent." Fang Zheng growled low, putting away the gun, reached for a wooden stake by the door, flexed his wrist, and thrust it at the oncoming zombie.

Xingyi Fist evolved from spear technique, his thrust was fast, accurate, and fierce, striking the zombie’s throat.

Just now, Du Qiaoyun’s neck-twisting move had torn open the zombie’s throat exposing bone, now it was cracking from the hit.

Its head hung down.

I don’t believe it can still move without its head?

"Roar!"

The zombie roared, its strength comparable to a Three-Blood Expert, forcing Fang Zheng to retreat repeatedly, even the wooden stake crackled under the force.

"Haa!"

Fang Zheng growled low, the wooden stake in his hand suddenly whipped like a Cyan Dragon swaying its tail, the immense force fiercely struck the zombie’s face.

Dragon and Snake Spear!

"Bang!"

The stake shattered.

The zombie was also struck to the ground.

Du Qiaoyun’s eyes lit up, she rushed forward urgently.

At the same time, she bit her lip hard, swiping her left hand over the soft sword in her right hand, scalding blood instantly dyed the sword completely.

"Die!"

The soft sword coiled around, wrapping once more around the zombie’s neck.

Unlike before, this time the soft sword directly strangled its neck, pulling with a fierce force, cutting like a saw.

"Hiss..."

Smoke rose, the zombie howled to the sky, as if it felt pain, its head looked ready to fall off its neck.

However, Du Qiaoyun was also badly hit, struck by the zombie’s arm, her entire body flew out, crashing heavily against the wall, slowly sliding down.

"Yang energy and Qi and Blood are its nemesis."

She spat blood, loudly saying:

"It’s almost down, go quickly!"

Although the zombie was strong, after being shot several times and having its throat cut by a blade, it was visibly weakened, its movements noticeably sluggish.

A young man from the martial arts hall named Yang had been too scared to move, but now he summoned the courage, slicing his palm with a knife to cover it in blood, and charged forward.

Fang Zheng also picked up a saber, imitated the action, and rushed forward.