Chapter 113: Black Zombie Blocks the Way, Asking for Trouble

With matters here concluded, Zhou Chen suppressed his spiritual power fluctuations and walked briskly toward the outskirts of Burning Heaven Valley.

However, just as he reached a narrow mountain valley passage, a shrill scream suddenly echoed from ahead, accompanied by a thick scent of blood and evil, sinister Qi, causing Zhou Chen to frown slightly.

"Hmm?"

Zhou Chen paused his steps and quietly expanded his Divine Sense.

With the current strength of his Divine Sense, even though it was suppressed within Burning Heaven Valley and he was deliberately restraining it, he could still easily cover a range of several miles.

He saw several figures engaged in a fierce battle in an open area a hundred zhang ahead.

One woman among them was the most eye-catching; she wore black, had a hot figure, yet her face was quite beautiful, with skin so pale it was almost transparent.

It was none other than Miao Dandan.

A morbid smile played on the corners of Miao Dandan's mouth, and her fingertips were forming bizarre incantations.

A pitch-black, foul-smelling zombie was chasing down two Nascent Soul Cultivators.

The two Nascent Soul Cultivators were covered in wounds, their spiritual power auras weak and listless; they were clearly at the end of their rope.

What was even more alarming was that several corpses lay on the ground, each with two dark, bloody holes in their necks, their vital blood long since drained, presenting a miserable sight in death.

The Black Abyss Holy Land was a major sect of the Demonic Path, known for acting in secretive and ruthless ways, particularly skilled in corpse refining and soul control techniques, and it had a notoriously bad reputation on the Tianxuan Continent.

Judging by the situation, Miao Dandan was clearly hunting Nascent Soul Cultivators to refine the black zombie before her.

Refining living people into zombies!

"A black zombie… judging by this aura, it probably has combat power approaching the tenth level of the Nascent Soul stage."

Zhou Chen understood.

"These two Nascent Soul Cultivators probably won't last much longer."

He originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business and was preparing to bypass this area, but Miao Dandan seemed to sense something and suddenly turned her head to look in his direction.

Their eyes met.

Sensing the faint, almost imperceptible aura of the first level of the Nascent Soul stage on Zhou Chen, a trace of disdain flashed in Miao Dandan's eyes.

However, when she felt the formidable Qi and blood within Zhou Chen's body, her pupils suddenly constricted, and the morbid smile on her face became even more intense.

"Such strong Qi and blood… If this Physical Body were used to feed Xiao Hei, it would definitely allow Xiao Hei to evolve into a Top-Grade Purple Zombie!"

Miao Dandan licked her lips, a trace of madness flashing in her eyes.

In comparison, the two exhausted Nascent Soul Cultivators before her couldn't spark the slightest interest in her.

"Xiao Hei, deal with him first!"

Miao Dandan changed her command without hesitation; the black zombie, which was about to kill the two Nascent Soul Cultivators, immediately let out a roar and charged fiercely toward Zhou Chen.

As the saying goes, better a Fellow Daoist dies than me.

The two Nascent Soul Cultivators had escaped death by a hair's breadth; how could they dare to stay? They scrambled away into the distance.

Watching the black zombie rushing toward him, and Miao Dandan in the distance appearing as if victory were already in her grasp, Zhou Chen couldn't help but feel a bit helpless.

"Who did I offend? Can't I even leave in peace?"

Zhou Chen originally didn't want to reveal his strength, but since the opponent had already attacked him directly, retreating further wouldn't be cautious—it would be stupid.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The black zombie was extremely fast, carrying a nauseating corpse aura as its massive fist smashed fiercely toward Zhou Chen's face.

If this punch landed, even a Cultivator at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul stage would suffer a major loss if caught off guard.

Miao Dandan stood in the distance, watching with great interest, as if she had already envisioned the scene of Zhou Chen being smashed into a pulp by Xiao Hei's punch.

In her view, a mere Nascent Soul first-level Cultivator, even if his Qi and blood were a bit strong, could absolutely not be a match for the black zombie she had meticulously refined.

However, the next moment, the smile on her face froze.

Facing the black zombie's powerful and heavy punch, Zhou Chen did not dodge or evade; he simply raised his own fist, meeting the zombie's fist in what appeared to be a casual manner.

There was no earth-shattering sound of impact, only a crisp sound of bones cracking.

Crack!

The black zombie's fist, which was hard as iron, was smashed to pieces by Zhou Chen's punch as if it were made of paper, with black corpse blood and bone fragments splattering everywhere.

"Awoo—!"

The black zombie let out a painful roar, its massive body forced to retreat repeatedly by this immense force, its right arm twisted unnaturally—it was clearly ruined.

"What?!"

The smile on Miao Dandan's face vanished instantly, replaced by shock and disbelief.

"How is this possible?! My Xiao Hei has combat power comparable to the tenth level of the Nascent Soul stage, and its Physical Body strength far exceeds that of Cultivators at the same level. How could he possibly…"

Miao Dandan simply couldn't believe her eyes.

A Nascent Soul first-level Cultivator had actually used his Physical Body to crush her black zombie?

Terrifying!

Zhou Chen shook his fist, feeling a trace of lingering corpse Qi on it, and his frown deepened.

"How unlucky."

He took a step, his figure appearing before the black zombie like a ghost.

Before the black zombie could react, Zhou Chen's fists rained down upon it like a violent storm.

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of dull impact sounds rang out.

Every punch from Zhou Chen contained terrifying power; although the black zombie had astonishing defensive capabilities, it was like a toy before Zhou Chen, and the sounds of bones shattering were incessant.

Even the black zombie's roars carried a faint hint of begging for mercy.

In just a few breaths, the black zombie that had seemed incredibly powerful in Miao Dandan's eyes just moments ago was now beaten into a pile of pulp by Zhou Chen, completely motionless.

Having dealt with the black zombie, Zhou Chen looked up, his gaze calm as he looked at Miao Dandan, and said indifferently.

"Now, it's your turn. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Miao Dandan felt her heart tremble under Zhou Chen's gaze, and an intense sense of crisis instantly enveloped her.

Only then did she realize what a terrifying existence she had provoked!

"Damn it! This person definitely hid his cultivation! His Physical Body strength has likely already reached above the Half-Saint level!"

Miao Dandan was terrified, and she no longer dared to have even a shred of Battle Intent.

At this moment, only one thought remained in her mind—run!

She suddenly pulled several pitch-black bone needles from her storage ring and shot them toward Zhou Chen, while simultaneously sprinting in another direction.

"Petty tricks."

Ding, ding, ding!

Zhou Chen snorted coldly, flicked his finger, and several invisible bursts of energy shot out, precisely knocking the bone needles down.

"Want to leave? Do you think you can?"

Taiyi Golden Light Step!

Zhou Chen's figure flickered, and he instantly caught up to Miao Dandan.

Zhou Chen then accelerated again, reached out, and instantly grabbed Miao Dandan by the back of her collar.

"Ah!"

Miao Dandan screamed, feeling an irresistible force, and her body was pulled back uncontrollably, slamming heavily onto the ground, leaving her dazed and disoriented.

Zhou Chen stepped on her chest, pinning her firmly to the ground, looking down at her with cold eyes.

"You were the one who wanted to kill me, right?"

Miao Dandan was stepped on until she couldn't breathe, her face flushed red, yet there was no trace of begging for mercy in her eyes; instead, they were filled with resentment.

"Let me go! Do you know who I am?"