Chapter 78

"What should we do?" As Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai both turned their gazes to him, Jiang Chen felt both angry and amused. After all, although he was their junior uncle, he had entered the sect too late. Logically, they should have been the ones to step forward and face the enemy, but now it was he, the one who had entered the sect the latest, who had to step forward. Without further ado, he suddenly stepped forward, raised his hand, and delivered a powerful palm strike, channeling his surging palm force. With the speed of a thunderbolt, he struck the chest of the zombie that Ren Lao Taiye had become. This strike was executed using the Iron Palm technique, aimed at probing the foundation of the zombie before him.

With a dull thud, under the impact of Jiang Chen's force, which weighed several thousand pounds, the zombie was directly blasted away, falling to the ground more than ten meters away. But soon, the zombie that Ren Lao Taiye had become leaped up again, showing no signs of injury, and charged towards the memorial hall once more.

"Hmm," Jiang Chen muttered, his expression turning grim. His previous palm strike, though not at full strength, had used about sixty percent of his true power. However, when it hit the zombie, it was as if he had struck an incredibly hard piece of diamond or iron. Despite his formidable palm force, he could only push the zombie back, not injure it, let alone defeat it.

Feeling somewhat unwilling, he stepped forward again to fight the zombie, using various martial arts techniques—ancient martial arts, external techniques, and internal boxing. He tried different methods, gradually increasing his strength until it reached eighty percent.

The zombie that Ren Lao Taiye had become was, after all, just a minor character with only twenty years of zombie age, who had just reached a certain level. Although it had a body of copper skin and iron bones and immense strength, its brain was not functioning well after just a few days of awakening. In battle, it only charged recklessly without any skill, so Jiang Chen had a clear advantage throughout the fight, completely overwhelming it.

However, this was only what outsiders saw. As the one involved, Jiang Chen knew the bitter truth. Although he had been pressing the zombie throughout the fight, his palm force and fist strength, which could shatter mountains and split rocks, could not break through the zombie's defenses. The zombie's defenses were both internal and external, and even his long-range palm strikes were ineffective. After a fierce struggle, he had achieved nothing.

"It seems that zombies are basically immune to physical attacks, or maybe my method of fighting them is wrong. Hmm, it's also possible that my power hasn't exceeded the limit the zombie can withstand..."

While fighting, his mind raced with thoughts. He was tempted to take out his sword, which could cut through metal like butter, to test the limits of the zombie's defenses, but he was concerned that using such a divine weapon against a ghost might damage it. Instead, he flipped his hand and drew a peach wood sword, rapidly channeling his internal energy into the blade.

In ancient times, Kua Fu chased the sun, exhausted himself to death, and transformed into a peach forest. Due to the influence of his blood and qi, the peach wood possessed the power of the sun, making it effective against evil. With Jiang Chen's internal energy infused, the peach wood sword instantly glowed with a brilliant golden light. As he swung it, the sword pierced the air and struck the zombie's chest.

"Crack!" Under the enhancement of his internal energy, the peach wood sword acted like a branding iron. The spot where it struck the zombie's chest immediately burst into sparks and emitted wisps of black smoke.

"Roar!" The zombie let out a terrible scream, like a wolf or a tiger, incredibly凄厉. Black smoke billowed from its body, spreading the stench of corpse gas.

"Even with your copper skin and iron bones, you still have to drink my foot washing water," Jiang Chen chuckled to himself. He immediately manipulated the sword technique, and the peach wood sword struck the zombie repeatedly, each blow targeting its vital points.

Although the zombie knew the power of the peach wood sword and instinctively tried to dodge, it could not escape Jiang Chen's skilled swordsmanship. No matter how it tried to avoid, it was frequently hit, and sparks and black corpse gas exploded from its body, filling the memorial hall with a foul odor.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore, this smell is too much!" At this moment, Wen Cai and Ren Tingting, who were standing nearby, could no longer bear it. They shouted and rushed out, trying to escape to the outside.

"Get back!" Jiang Chen was alarmed when he saw this and immediately shouted loudly, but it was too late. Just then, the zombie he had just slashed away landed right in front of the two of them......

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