The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

“Fools!”

Upon seeing the martial artist, now bereft of life, impaled through the chest by the zombie’s hands, greedily gulping down fresh blood, and barely breathing, the old Taoist priest was exasperated and cursed bitterly.

Before his very eyes, the gaping wound blasted by the thunder talisman, handed down from his master, was healing at an alarming pace. Although the zombie seemed lifeless, it continued to wreak havoc among the populace. And now, having ingested the blood of a martial artist, it radiated a strange, warped vitality.

“Ssss~Ha… The blood of a martial artist, tastes…quite good!”

Embracing the martial artist’s gradually shriveling corpse, the zombie lifted its crimson eyes and spoke again in human speech. Its speaking had improved significantly compared to before, showing barely any stammering.

“Kill it!”

The leading Taoist Priest was both irate and regretful. He regretted not being more decisive earlier, a single extra thunder talisman could’ve annihilated the zombie. His anger directed at these martial artists, for their complacency, who had lost their lives needlessly even after his repeated admonishments.

“Ha…”

The zombie opened its mouth and exhaled a foul-smelling breath. Its once-rigid arms were no longer so and flung the now dried-out skeletal remains of the martial artist it was embracing to both sides.

This provocative act elicited a roar of rage from friends of the fallen martial artist. Gripping their weapons tightly, they charged at the zombie, but when their well-forged precious swords struck the zombie, only the clang of metal on metal resonated, even sparks flew out.

“Overestimating your limits!”

The zombie sneered, its form darted like a ghost. It levitated off the ground and lunged at the closest martial artist. With its speed akin to lightning and strength capable of tearing apart beasts, the targeted martial artist wore a face of desperation. Right when he was lamenting his fate, a thunderbolt as thick as chopsticks brushed past his cheeks, scattering his hair and striking the zombie’s face.

In the instant, blood and flesh flew where the zombie’s decomposed facial features had been, revealing a pale skull. One could even see maggots wriggling in the blackened, bloody flesh.

Ahhh

Even though the thunder talisman had destroyed a significant portion of the zombie’s head, it merely flinched momentarily and paused in mid-air for a couple of breaths. Then it continued lurching towards the person it had initially targeted. With a scream, another martial artist met his demise.

Crackling~

At this point, the old Taoist priest couldn’t afford to hold anything back. Throwing out the few thunder talismans left in his hand, they transformed into rays of light and struck the zombie, pulverizing the skeletal remains of the martial artist in its grasp as well.

Roar

Under the bombardment of the thunder talismans, the zombie let out a sorrowful wail. But the old Taoist priest, as he watched the shrieking zombie, wore an expression of disbelief, his face was filled with despair.

“Is it the Heaven’s will to doom the Human Race?”

“Taoist Priest!”

Observing the Taoist priest emitting a profound sense of despondency while looking off into the distance, the remaining martial artists felt at a loss. In their eyes, the zombie’s form could barely be discerned, having been blown apart by the thunder talismans. Wasn’t this demon eradicated already? What else was there to lament about?

“Run!”

Seeing these martial artists, still in the dark, the old Taoist priest could feel the increasingly powerful aura of death and coldness emanating from within the haze. He shouted at the martial artists.

“Heh heh, old coot, your thunder, it hurts this master quite a bit. However, it seems useless now.”

As the smoke cleared, a skeleton adorned with chunks of flesh and dripping with foul, black blood emerged, and the pungent odor of burnt rotting flesh filled the air.

“How could this be?”

“Why isn’t it dead?”

Seeing this zombie, which had emerged from its grave less than a month ago, displaying such ferocious power dumbfounded the martial artists, draining the color from their faces. Even those martial artists who initially had a spirit of challenge and refinement gave up their intentions. The path of martial arts was important, but preserving their life was of utmost importance.

“The will of the heavens is such, it plays tricks on humans, it now favors these evil demons instead of the human race.”

The old Taoist priest looked pale, and his body was devoid of energy, as if an unknown demon had drained it away, the light in his eyes extinguished.

Because what he had witnessed these past few years had shattered the knowledge he had accrued in the first half of his life – the speed at which demons and the Ghostly Clan grew stronger had surpassed any previous time, leaving him, a Taoist priest, feeling anxious and exhausted.

In recent years, he had clearly felt his cultivation progress slowing down during meditation. He initially thought it was a bottleneck in his cultivation, and that’s why this phenomenon had occurred.

However, he watched firsthand as a newly birthed zombie, after merely consuming the vital essence of a few martial artists, its evil aura unreasonably increased at an alarming rate, as if there were no barriers or hindrances.

Was this an extremely talented zombie? But he had investigated, and this zombie’s previous life was none other than a wealthy landlord who had died due to a woman’s pregnancy. How could such mortal remains possess the potential to create such a ferocious zombie?

If it were only one or two, that would be fine. But in the past few years, while he was on his mission to eliminate evil, the talisman treasures left to him by his ancestors were getting fewer and fewer, and the demons he encountered were becoming more outrageous.