Chapter 1714 - 310:

Daoist: "Young rascal, do not boast of your eloquence!"

Tan Wenbin: "You should boast a bit more, enjoy it while you can."

Run Sheng did not tend to his wounds, and in this round, he was the first to launch an assault.

"Bang!"

Their shoulders collided, solidly.

The zombie stood still, while Run Sheng took a few steps back.

Logically, the zombie should take advantage of this and pursue victory, for the distance between them hadn't lengthened after this crash.

But the zombie didn't do so; a flicker appeared in his green eyes.

As the zombie involved, no one understands more than him about the changes happening to his opponent's body after each crash.

With each round, the opponent's strength seems to grow stronger, as if from the beginning, the opponent deliberately withheld power to toy with him, intentionally embarrassing themselves.

The scarier part is, you don't know what the ceiling is for this opponent's power escalation.

"Roar!"

This roar came from Run Sheng.

Indeed, combat is the best shortcut to building momentum; no matter how many times cultivation techniques were practiced before, they were all futile.

Run Sheng once again charged forward; this time, after the initial collision, the Yellow River Shovel and the zombie's nails clashed fiercely, sparks flying everywhere.

Then, each issued a kick toward the other, landing on one another, both backing away three steps in unison.

Equilibrium.

Hope that rose in the woman's eyes extinguished, then shattered.

Extinguished because she realized in this ebb and flow, the battle was almost devoid of suspense.

The man wasn't truly a zombie; he was originally a companion who had to merge into this zombie to survive in that great tomb.

Thus, what he could utilize was only the zombie's powerful physique; if this cannot grant him a crushing advantage, the rest amounts to disadvantages.

The reason for the shattering:

"Qin family...appears...method...Dragon...Dragon King Qin?"

The woman looked at the young man trying to bring her to death and desperately wanted answers.

Li Zhiyuan: "You saw through it?"

Woman: "My ancestor...was...killed by...the Qin family...Dragon King..."

The woman's family hadn't birthed a Dragon King, but a few generations had produced remarkable talents; unfortunately, not everyone can rise from obscurity and secure their positions within the Dragon King's Court like Zhao Wuyang.

During this wave, when she first entered the Zhao family, she visited the Zhao family's ancestral hall, with a gaze paying tribute to Zhao Wuyang placed at the top.

Only forces with foundations in the Jianghu understand the true worth of the Dragon King's Court, as historically, each has had ancestors assassinated by the Dragon King family's River Walker.

The woman had read family records, written by her ancestors defeated in the second lighting of the lamp on his sickbed.

Disordered words, repetitive descriptions, densely packed pages filled with words summarized into one sentence:

Why hasn't he fallen yet?

The ancestor meticulously planned everything, controlling the timing, location, and people's hearts; the Qin family River Walker fell into the trap, lacking only the final push.

Yet the Qin family River Walker relied on his own strength to overturn the situation step-by-step in utter dire straits.

Tattered flesh, fractured bones, beaten beyond recognition, yet he could still stand again next time.

When your opponent never falls, the one who inevitably falls is you.

If you lose in an equal match, so be it, but a promising scenario overturned by one person's effort, my ancestor escaped with a life, but after the second lighting of the lamp, he lost the will to live, leaving a chaotic record and a single command:

"When he becomes Dragon King, offer a sacrifice to me."

The ancestor was beaten into submission; he firmly believed that in that era, only the Qin family River Walker could become Dragon King.

The woman didn't expect similar circumstances to happen to her.

For a moment, she couldn't distinguish who lost more miserably between herself and her ancestor.

The disastrous situation described in the ancestor's record hadn't occurred, as she was being suppressed entirely.

Her ancestor, at least in the first half, experienced the thrill of victory at hand.

She was oppressed the entire time.

Those battling against mechanism thunder and Liu Yun Taoist, she had long seen through; they weren't fighting for life and death, but practicing, like a practical drill.

Including her team's biggest support...

"Boom!" ℯℯ𝘭.

After two more bouts of collision, it turned into Run Sheng standing motionless while the zombie was pushed back.

The situation was so forcibly tilted back, and it wasn't over yet.

In the next encounter, Run Sheng executed an over-the-shoulder throw, slamming a zombie onto the ground, creating a terrifying dent, declaring victory, and entering garbage time.

White Impermanence stopped shouting.

The Daoist's face showed a crying expression.

The woman raised her neck, a wordless book stuck in her mouth, drawing out her last bit of spiritual consciousness.

"Splat," her left eyeball exploded.

The outer wind wall began changing, compressing inward.

She didn't plan to escape, knowing she couldn't, but she actively fought for her companions' last chance to flee.

You follow my River Walker path, but I couldn't take you to the Dragon King's Position.

A gathering exchanged for a good parting.

Everyone, escape your own way.

The zombie pinned to the ground, White Impermanence and Daoist, noticed this change, they didn't hesitate, nor had time for sorrow, determined to seize the chance and fight desperately for survival.