The Ancient Zombie Emperor

"Ah, damn it, damn it! He deserves to die ten thousand times for his crimes!" Lei Wansan crawled out from the human-shaped hole. His hair was disheveled and he looked to be in a sorry state.

The aura of the Level Seven Martial Master erupted brazenly, and Lei Wansan's body released a powerful burst of Martial King that attacked Wang Er.

"Bullsh * t!" Wang Er shouted coldly.

Another palm was thrown out, just like before, with a pa sound, the attacking Lei Wansan's body trembled violently, his face flushed red like a cannonball, he flew out horizontally with an even faster speed.

This time, both of his hands exploded, filling the air with a bloody mist, and sending bits of bone flying into the air.

"You!" Lei Wansan finally realized the difference between him and Wang Er. He began to feel fear and trepidation from the bottom of his heart.

This seemingly slovenly old Daoist was far more powerful than him. If someone were to fight to the death, then he would definitely be the unlucky one.

"Little Brother Xiao, just tell me who you want me to slap flying." Wang Er revealed his two yellow teeth at Xiao Mu, and laughed.

spectator trembled from head to toe. This guy was really strong, he even wanted to slap him away.

Song Feiyu's juniors were already extremely terrified, one of the lackeys braced himself and said: "Young Master Song, the situation is too forced, as a man, we can't do anything, how about..."

Before he even finished speaking, with a smack sound, he was already smacked to the ground by Song Feiyu. Half of his face was badly mutilated, and when the other little brothers saw this scene, all of them harbored thoughts of retreating, keeping their mouths shut.

"How could I retreat? I must take revenge." Song Feiyu said with an ashen face.

This matter had already blown up. If he retreated, wouldn't he be showing some signs of weakness? How could he still have any face left? With a gloomy face, he looked at Xiao Mu and Wang Er, who were laughing coldly in their hearts.

If this matter were to spread, it would definitely alarm the foreign delegates from the nearby City Lord's Mansion. There was no lack of High Level Martial Master among them, as long as they came, they would definitely be able to take care of Xiao Mu and his. It was a pity that the Wang Er standing in front of him was a Grade Nine Martial Master, so no matter how many High Level Martial Master there were, it would be useless.

Unless the Martial King comes in person!

But, for this matter, it was obviously impossible to request for a set of Martial King s. Martial King were so noble, why would they go all out just for a Grade Nine Martial Master?

Not long after, a guest arrived at the City Lord's Mansion. He was a round faced middle-aged man with a simple and honest face. However, there was a trace of fierceness in his eyes. He was clearly not an ordinary person.

"Young Master Song, when did this happen?" The middle-aged man said honestly.

"Mister Zhang, these two people are trying to challenge the prestige of the City Lord's Mansion." Song Feiyu immediately put on a big hat on Xiao Mu's head, increasing the severity of the situation.

How could he not know that this is a personal grudge between Song Feiyu and the other two? However, he did not point it out, and instead helped the man out, saying: "Hmph, feeling like you are provoking the prestige of the city lord's mansion, how about I take a look?"

Xiao Mu acted as if he was just watching a show.

Wang Er said in disdain: "Another cat or dog."

The middle-aged man was furious in his heart, he was prepared to teach Wang Er a lesson, but unexpectedly, Wang Er directly slapped him. Unable to defend himself in time, he was struck hundreds of meters away and fell into a river.

Crash! *

A middle-aged man, who was badly battered by the surging river, jumped out and said angrily, "Old man, you're courting death!"

He was thoroughly enraged and had the intention to kill.

But then, Wang Er slapped him back down onto the ground and only his head was left exposed. No matter how he struggled, it was all useless. A surge of energy rampaged within his body, trapping the spirit energy within his dantian.

This caused the middle-aged man's heart to thump. He understood that the old Daoist in front of him was much stronger than him. It was just that he was suppressed in such a humiliating manner, causing him to be unable to contain his anger. He was a High Level Martial Master, how could he lose so much face?

Just that, even though he was glaring angrily, Wang Er still ignored him.

Once again, the audience witnessed Wang Er's intrepid and outrageous strength, all of them were shocked, while Song Feiyu's face became more and more livid.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, another guest arrived at the City Lord's Mansion. This was an ordinary-looking woman with a mole on her forehead. Her thin lips made her seem very tender.

When a woman came, Song Feiyu was elated. This was a Level Eight Martial Master, he did not believe that he would be unable to deal with the old Daoist.

After understanding the situation, she took a look at Lei Wansan who looked like a dead dog and the middle-aged man who was buried underground, revealing only his head. She tried to defeat it with thunderous blows.

An azure-colored light appeared and shot straight at him.

Wang Er only raised his eyelids and once again threw out a slap. It was still as terrifying as before. The azure light was extinguished in an instant. The woman spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out horizontally with a terrified expression on her face.

This was an expert whose strength was far above his!

Being slapped into the ground, she only revealed her head, and looked at Wang Er and Xiao Mu with an incomparably ashen face.

The middle-aged man laughed bitterly, he looked at the woman, and started to guess Wang Er's cultivation level.

"Brat, your family has a lot of people." Wang Er rubbed his palm, and laughed: "No matter how much there is, just wait for them, the old dao will send them flying with a slap."

Song Feiyu said with an ashen face: "Don't be happy too early!"

Not long later, another guest from the City Lord's Mansion came. This was a Level Seven Martial Master, without any unnecessary words, he directly attacked Wang Er. The result was obvious. He was slapped into the ground, exposing only his head as he howled ferociously.

"Hmph, what kind of nonsense is this? Feelings of bullying my City Lord's Mansion!"

"Old man, prepare to die!"

"Great Brahma Fist, to kill all enemies!"

The first thing he did was curse at Wang Er. Wang Er scratched his ears, asked if he had finished, then slapped them all onto the ground, exposing only their heads.

In the blink of an eye, seven heads had appeared, all of them glaring furiously.

Seeing these suppressed High Level Martial Master, Song Feiyu dared not imagine it, and his body fiercely shivered. Although these High Level Martial Master s were not as strong as the Master's Martial King, they were all top ranked experts amongst all the Martial Masters, and they were suppressed just like that.

This caused them to be shocked, but at the same time, they also realized that this Wang Er might very well be a Grade Nine Martial Master. Looking at the expression in Wang Er's eyes, Song Feiyu couldn't help but feel fear. For a Grade Nine Martial Master like that, if the City Lord's Mansion's Martial King did not show itself, it would be invincible.

"Hehe, Young Master Song, you can't do it even if you want to." Xiao Mu ridiculed.

Yun Lianyu burst out in laughter.

In a sense, these were all guests from the City Lord's Mansion, they were experts recruited by his father, and he had really fought to the death with them. Song Feiyu felt extremely embarrassed and angry at the moment.