Chapter 2655
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What great strength! "Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
Usually, the most effective way to deal with a zombie king wasn't to fight it head-on with one's own body.
Instead, it was a summoning spell to summon a creature with the same powerful body.
Otherwise, it was a powerful attack spell that would hit the target.
But Wang Hai, Li Ke, and Zhou Yinan didn't have this ability.
They'd thought that they would most likely die in this battle.
Unexpectedly, Chen Zhao, a bystander, suddenly intervened.
He also displayed great strength in an instant.
Chen Zhao grabbed the axe he'd snatched. "This is pretty handy."
The zombie king wasn't injured. After regaining its footing, it roared at Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao twisted his neck and stared at the zombie king.
"Brother Chen … You … be careful."
Wang Hai's way of addressing Chen Zhao had changed from "Little Chen" to "Brother Chen."
"I can't help with other things," Chen Zhao said coolly. "But physical work is my specialty."
The goateed Taoist was also surprised.
This person clearly walked the path of strengthening the body.
However, there was a limit to this kind of body-strengthening technique.
He didn't believe that someone could train their body to the point where they could fight a zombie king.
The zombie king was refined and merged with his primordial spirit, so it was also a part of him.
He naturally knew how terrifying the zombie king's combat ability was.
It could even easily lift a hundred-ton object.
But just now, Chen Zhao had blocked it with his bare palms.
He found it hard to accept.
But he didn't think that his zombie king had lost.
He felt that Chen Zhao had used some secret technique.
He'd obtained extraordinary power in a short time.
But this secret technique couldn't last for long.
"Go! Kill him!"
The zombie king roared and pounced at Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao swung his axe and swung it 360 degrees.
The axe landed heavily on the zombie king's shoulder.
The Corpse King staggered a few steps, but it was completely unharmed.
What a tough body!
Chen Zhao didn't use too much force. He was curious about the zombie king.
How strong was the zombie king's strength and defense?
The zombie king spread its arms and gave Chen Zhao a bear hug.
Chen Zhao didn't plan on hugging a corpse.
He lifted his body and somersaulted in mid-air to escape.
The Corpse King's arms snapped the tree behind Chen Zhao.
Wang Hai, Zhou Yinan, and Li Ke broke out in cold sweat.
The Corpse King's terrifying power was undeniable.
If that bear hug had landed, Chen Zhao's body would have been crushed into a pulp.
As soon as Chen Zhao steadied himself, the zombie king pounced at him again. It swung its arm at his back.
"Be careful!!" Everyone shouted at the same time.
Chen Zhao pulled the handle of the axe and swung it across, smashing it into the zombie king's face.
The Zombie King's jaw was smashed crooked, but the Zombie King straightened its jaw by itself.
Chen Zhao followed up with a windmill. The axe spun three times and landed heavily on the side of the zombie king.
The Undead King's huge body flew more than thirty meters before it was finally stopped by a tree with a diameter of at least one meter.
Roar –
The Zombie King stood up again, still without any injuries.
The Zombie King actually turned around and hugged the trunk of the tree.
In front of everyone's eyes, the tree trunk was actually broken by it.
Next, the Zombie King actually swung the trunk at Chen Zhao.
Dragging the handle of the axe, Chen Zhao charged at the Zombie King.
The moment the trunk was about to hit Chen Zhao, Chen Zhao leaped up.
Chen Zhao leaped up suddenly. The moment the tree branch missed, he swung the axe down heavily.
Hiss –
The axe split the Zombie King's head in half.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
The goateed Taoist suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward.
"Martial Uncle!" The Taoist priests hurriedly supported the goateed Taoist priest.
Wang Hai, Zhou Yinan, and Li Ke were all dumbfounded.
They didn't expect Chen Zhao's power to be so terrifying.
Now, no one treated Chen Zhao as a bumpkin who had just returned from abroad.
At least, no one dared to underestimate Chen Zhao's power anymore.
Just then, two Taoists walked out of the Han King's tomb.
One of them had a clean face and looked to be in his early twenties, but he had a head of white hair.
He wore a black Taoist robe and held a sword in one hand. His eyebrows were like swords and he had an imposing appearance.
Behind him was an old Taoist who was the complete opposite of the Taoist.
He wore a blue and white Taoist robe and held a horsetail whisk in his hand. He looked like an immortal.
"What's going on?!" the young-looking Taoist scolded coldly.
"Grandmaster, we don't know where those people came from. They attacked us without a word. I tried to stop them, but they killed my Yin Corpse."
Everyone's expressions changed when they saw the two Daoists who came out from inside.
Chen Zhao didn't know the two Taoists, but he knew the other three.
Especially when Zhou Yinan looked at the young-looking Daoist priest, his eyes were bursting with monstrous fury.
"Zhang Ding!"
Everyone could even hear the sound of Zhou Yinan's teeth grinding.
When Zhang Ding looked at Zhou Yinan, his gaze turned even colder.
"Zhou Yinan, it's you."
Zhou Yinan didn't act rashly this time.
He knew who he was facing.
Zhang Ding was a man of his word in the Huaxia's supernatural world.
The number of people who could stand on equal footing with him could be counted on one hand.
It was the same for his cultivation.
Apart from those old monsters who lived in seclusion.
There was definitely a place for him among the top people in the world.
Compared to Zhang Ding, they couldn't even be considered bugs.
Zhang Ding drew a rune in the air with his right hand and lightly touched the rune.
The rune shot toward Zhou Yinan. Zhou Yinan couldn't resist and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.
"For the sake of your ancestors, I've already tolerated you many times, but you don't know what's good for you. It looks like I have to cripple your cultivation today, lest you use your magic to commit crimes."
Pop —
Suddenly, a gust of wind brushed past Zhang Ding.
Zhang Ding froze, then touched his cheek. There was a bloody mark on it.
He looked at Chen Zhao in shock.
"You …"
"Undo the spell on him," Chen Zhao said coolly.
"Kid, you …"
Pop —
Another black ball whizzed past Zhang Ding's side, the gust of wind cutting through his skin.
The old Taoist standing next to Zhang Ding had a smile on his face. After Chen Zhao made his move, he took a step back. It was a show of his attitude that it had nothing to do with him.
Zhang Ding's expression darkened.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"I do, but do you know what you're facing?" Chen Zhao gestured with his right hand.
(End of Chapter)
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