Chapter 1

The night-lit soccer field was located in the center of Jiang City.

Every evening, many soccer enthusiasts gathered here to play until midnight, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

But at this moment, there were no spectators around the field. On the field, a young man in a white jersey was charging wildly.

Around him, a dozen martial artists and cultivators tried to restrain him, but all failed.

The young man in the jersey had lost his mind. His eyes were bloodshot, and two white fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth.

He was also incredibly strong, incredibly fast, and impervious to weapons, like a zombie from a movie.

The dozen or so martial artists and cultivators used all their skills, but they couldn't do anything to him.

People were constantly being injured and taken off the field, and Luo Qian was responsible for bandaging these wounded.

Just after Luo Qian called Chen Xiao, Song Zijian was also carried over.

He was covered in wounds, countless cuts, some from bites, some from scratches, the flesh torn open, constantly oozing black and red blood.

Seeing this, Luo Qian couldn't stop crying. She cried as she bandaged Song Zijian's wounds.

"Team Leader Song, wuwuwu~~ you must hold on, I've already called Brother Chen, he'll be here soon, wuwuwu~~~"

Song Zijian said weakly, "Luo Qian, be strong, I'm not dead yet, and even if I die, it's a heroic sacrifice, it's a glorious thing, don't cry and snivel, like a sissy."

"Team Leader Song, I am a sissy, wuwuwu~~"

Luo Qian couldn't stop crying. After bandaging Song Zijian's wounds, she turned around and was about to walk towards the field.

"Luo Qian, what are you doing! Stop right there!"

Song Zijian used all his strength to shout this.

"Team Leader Song, I can't just stand by and watch my teammates get killed without doing anything..."

Luo Qian sobbed.

"Silly girl, you're still too weak, going there won't help, it might even get you killed, and if you go, who will bandage the wounds of these old guys?"

Song Zijian said with a wry smile.

Luo Qian choked with sobs, "Team Leader Song, do you really think bandaging wounds now is useful? We don't even know what this thing is..."

After saying that, Luo Qian resolutely walked towards the field.

"Luo Qian, get back here!"

Just then, an angry shout came from behind.

It wasn't Song Zijian, but Ren Songfei!

"Director Ren..."

Seeing Ren Songfei arrive, everyone seemed to have found their backbone.

And with Ren Songfei was an inconspicuous old man.

The old man was carrying a travel bag, his hair was gray, but he was energetic, especially his eyes, which were as sharp as a hawk's, staring intently at the 'monster' in the field.

"Senior Brother, I'm counting on you!"

Ren Songfei cupped his fist towards the old man and said respectfully.

"Junior Brother, you're too kind. Eliminating demons and defending the Dao is my duty!"

As he spoke, the old man opened the travel bag, took out a apricot-yellow Daoist robe from inside, and put it on, instantly radiating righteousness.

Then he drew a peach wood sword and strode towards the soccer field.

"Everyone, step aside, let this old man meet this fiend!"

The old man shouted, and everyone's hearts were shaken, finally, a savior had arrived!

Luo Qian asked, "Director Ren, who is this senior?"

Ren Songfei said calmly, "This is my Senior Brother, known in the martial world as Duankou Daoren (Broken Mouth Taoist), although he usually makes a living by fortune-telling, he has a solid Entering Dao peak cultivation level. With him personally taking action, he will definitely be able to deal with this zombie!"

Hearing Ren Songfei's words, everyone was happy. This time, they finally saw hope.

Then Ren Songfei asked, "Has the confidentiality work been done properly? We must ensure that tonight's events are absolutely not spread, so as not to affect the normal production and life of ordinary citizens."

Someone immediately said, "Don't worry, Director Ren, it's all been taken care of. When the incident happened, the zombie was playing soccer with friends. I don't know what happened, but he suddenly started biting people. Fortunately, there were members of our Evil Exorcism Division among the soccer players, who immediately notified the team and took corresponding measures."

"Mm, that's good."

Ren Songfei nodded and turned his gaze to the field.

At this time, Duankou Daoren was already entangled with the white-clothed zombie, but soon, Ren Songfei's brow furrowed.

Because Duankou Daoren, who everyone regarded as hope, seemed to have no power to fight back against the zombie.

Although his peach wood sword danced impenetrably, the damage to the zombie was infinitely close to zero.

"Damn it, time waits for no one, this old man is still old after all!"

Duankou Daoren cursed inwardly.

Although he had the strength of the Entering Dao peak, he was not an immortal after all, and he could not escape the shackles of time on the human body.

The more he fought, the more he felt his physical strength failing.

"No, I can't keep wasting time like this, I have to do something ruthless and let him know how powerful this old man is!"

Duankou Daoren made up his mind, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat a mouthful of Yuanyang (primordial yang) essence blood onto the peach wood sword.

Seeing this, Ren Songfei was stunned.

He and Duankou Daoren came from the same sect, so he knew that this Yuanyang essence blood was the essence of cultivation. This mouthful from his senior brother was likely to cost him ten years of cultivation.

In order not to lose face in front of these young people, Duankou Daoren was risking his life!

He wielded the peach wood sword smeared with Yuanyang essence blood with great vigor, and stabbed towards the zombie.

The zombie had no rationality, and his fighting was even more disorganized. Seeing Duankou Daoren stab with his sword, he actually directly grabbed it with both hands!

"Fiend, you won't die this time!"

Seeing this, a smug smile appeared on the corner of Duankou Daoren's mouth.

You must know that all demons and evil beings are yin and evil objects, and this Yuanyang essence blood is a yang object. If the zombie touches it, it will immediately be burned into a puff of smoke!

However, the next scene made Duankou Daoren dumbfounded.

He saw the zombie directly grab the peach wood sword with his hand, without even a trace of reaction.

Not only was there no reaction, but he also snapped the peach wood sword in half with a crack!

"Damn it, this isn't a zombie!"

This was the first reaction in Duankou Daoren's mind, and the second reaction was to run!

But now it was too late for him to escape.

He was fast, but the monster, whatever it was, was even faster.

It grabbed Duankou Daoren's Daoist robe, pulled the old Daoist back, and then twisted Duankou Daoren's neck with its backhand, raised its head and opened its mouth with fangs, aimed at the carotid artery on his neck, and bit down...