The Ancient Zombie Emperor

However, the others were unable to take it anymore. Their faces were green and red as they tried their best to suppress the surging blood energy in their chests.

Weng ~

Just when everyone was about to be unable to withstand the might of a Martial Master, the Flowing Moon Sect waved his hand.

Only then did everyone's bodies lighten. Their chests heaved as a trace of fear appeared in their eyes.

The red-haired old man was forced back three or four steps by the aura of the Flowing Moon Sect. After stabilizing his body, he laughed: "Today, I saw all of the noble sect's inner disciples.

After he finished speaking, his gaze swept across Xiao Mu without leaving a trace. When he was releasing the power of a Martial Master, only this person could remain calm and stand on the spot.

"Cut the crap, let's begin!" Flowing Moon Sect's expression gradually turned cold, not giving the red-haired old man a good look.

Releasing the power of a Martial Master to oppress his disciple in front of him was equivalent to slapping him in the face and not putting him, the Sect Leader, in his eyes.

The Flowing Moon Sect and the red-haired old man sat in their respective chairs.

"Hehe, who would want to consult the elites of Flowing Moon Sect." The red-haired old man turned around and glanced at the 10 youths behind him. Without leaving a trace behind, he shot a glance at them.

Immediately, a black-clothed youth with a haughty expression stood up and scoffed, "What arrogance? To me, you are nothing more than a chicken or dog, not even worth a single blow!"

Hearing that, the Flowing Moon Sect elder's face turned green, the Flowing Moon Sect became sullen.

"Hehe, young man, it's just you being arrogant as a young man, please forgive me." The red-haired elder laughed apologetically, but his voice was filled with arrogance, not a hint of an apology.

All the inner sect elites of the Flowing Moon Sect trembled, their eyes filled with rage.

The seventh disciple from the inner court stood out and sneered: "The seventh disciple from the inner court, Li Bai! "I am here to enlighten you!"

Without waiting for an explanation, he pulled out an ancient blade with a flowing light on it. On the sword blade, a green light circulated and released cold qi s. After sending out a sword flower, Li Bai followed up with a series of sword vibrations, sending out streams of sword qi.

The black-clothed youth stood firmly, his eyes cold and indifferent like a cold-blooded viper.

Clang!

In the blink of an eye, his palm started to emit a faint golden light. It hacked down fiercely like a divine weapon that had just been drawn out of its sheath. The sword qi that was slashing over was instantly destroyed!

The youth in black pulled the distance in between them and a palm that was emitting a faint golden light came crashing down.

Ka ka!

Under Li Bai's horrified gaze, the ancient bronze sword shattered, its fragments flying to the ground, while the black clothed person's hand was actually unharmed. In the next second, a might that caused Li Bai to tremble burst out from the black-clothed youth.

Bang!

The light golden palm cleaved down, and Li Bai's arm exploded on the spot, sending bone dust flying. After rolling on the ground for more than ten punches, Li Bai curled up his body. The pain of losing his arm caused his entire body to spasm.

The scene was extremely bloody, causing the expressions of the various elders of the Flowing Moon Sect to darken.

The Flowing Moon Sect looked at the red-haired old man with his furious eyes.

"Aiya, I'm sorry, I'm used to being a mischievous person. My attacks are not light or heavy." The red-haired old man's face was filled with panic, but everyone could hear the overbearing tone in his voice.

Flowing Moon Sect frowned, and said: "No problem, just blame yourself for being inferior."

After Li Bai was carried down, Xiao Mu looked at the black-clothed youth's palm and couldn't help but frown. This person seemed to be cultivating a technique similar to the Mountain Splitting Palm.

"Hmph, who doesn't know what's good for themselves?!" The black-clothed youth continued to clamor.

The inner sect elites of Flowing Moon Sect could no longer hold it in, anger written all over their faces.

A strong wind was howling. A white robed figure stood out. This person was the fifth person from the inner sect.

"Let me teach you how to be a person!" The fifth person from the inner sect rushed over.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Qing Gong!

BOOM!

Amidst the explosions, an air wave suddenly exploded, causing pieces of marble on the ground to fly into the air.

The figure of the fifth in the inner court staggered back five steps. Blood dripped from his fist as he looked at the black-clothed youth who was only half a step back. His face was filled with shock.

Suddenly, his pupils constricted.

The black-robed youth's figure had already disappeared from where he stood. When he reappeared, that pale golden palm had already magnified in his eyes.

Bang!

Amidst the flying debris, the fifth inner court disciple flew out.

However, the black-clothed youth didn't give up. His methods were vicious as he struck out at the fifth person's chest, left leg, and left hand. Cracking sounds rang out one after another. With a miserable scream, the fifth person fell to the ground, covered in blood.

Over a hundred of his bones were broken, and he wouldn't be able to recover in three to five years!

"Hmph, I'm just a bit stronger, but I'm still pitifully weak." The black-clothed youth wiped the blood off his palm and spoke indifferently.

The fifth person from the inner sect, who was still half alive, was carried away.

The black-clothed youth continued to clamor, his expression becoming more and more arrogant. He was unbridled and domineering, seeming as if he could hold on for as long as possible.

The inner sect elites were all silent. Some of the lower ranked inner sect disciples had a trace of fear in their eyes. If the fifth ranked disciple in the inner sect was beaten to such a state, they would be even less of a match for him.

Xiao Mu started to ponder. The black-robed youth's strength seemed to be excessively strong, at least with the strength of a late stage Fighter 4-dan. If he, Gu Sangui, and Mu Tianye did not attack, there would be no opponents for them within the inner sect.

"I, Zhong Shan will fight!" Meanwhile, the fourth person from the inner court stood out.

On his body, the spirit energy at the peak of the Fighter 4-dan exploded outwards, supporting him as if he was extraordinary.

Without further ado, Zhong Shan took large strides towards him. His aura suddenly changed, and like a huge mountain, he punched out explosively. This punch was at least 15,000 pounds of strength!

The black-clothed youth continued to chop out with his pale golden palm.

Bang!

This time, the youth in black shook and took three or four steps back. Seeing this, the faces of the elders of the Flowing Moon Sect s lit up. Finally, there was an inner disciple who could defeat the black-clothed youth, causing the gloominess on their faces to be swept away.

But soon after, an even gloomier expression appeared on his face.

The black-robed youth roared, and the spirit energy around his body abruptly rose, to the extent of being on par with Zhong Shan.

A pale golden palm ferociously hacked down like the hand of a nightmare, erupting with an all-conquering power.

With a hong sound, as if he was struck by lightning, Zhong Shan's chest exploded into a flower of blood, violently smashing onto the marble floor as large streams of blood flowed out of his mouth.

The fourth inner sect disciple lost. The Elders could no longer remain calm. If he continued to lose, wouldn't that mean that the Flowing Moon Sect's current generation of inner disciples added up was inferior to a black-clothed youth?

"Hehe, Flowing Moon Sect is only so-so!" At this time, the black-clothed youth raised his head up and said something that made everyone in Flowing Moon Sect extremely angry.