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"Brother Zhou, you don't have to follow me all the time," Luis said helplessly as he noticed Zhou Mubai trailing closely behind him.

"That won't do," Zhou Mubai replied with a smile, shaking his head.

"Until this battle is over, I'll be your personal bodyguard. Anyone who dares touch you will have to get through me. You recover, and I'll protect you!"

Seeing this, Luis smiled bitterly and bowed, "Thank you, Brother Zhou!"

"You're welcome."

Later, inside a cave built on the spiritual eye of the Lord of Cangzhou Immortal City, Luis reflected on the battle. In a contest of endurance, the zombie horde simply could not outlast him.

After all, his opponent wasn't just him alone—the enormous Cangzhou coalition force was also fighting alongside him.

It was estimated that if Luis could maintain his rain curtain of sword energy for five days and five nights, he would kill nearly 100 million zombies.

With such staggering casualties, one person could be as effective as twenty or thirty monks in a defense zone.

Sword cultivators like Zhou Mubai and Zhang Xuanling, along with others, were also capable of causing large-scale casualties—but none could hold out as long as Luis.

Luis's Silk Rain Sword Intent was exceptionally suited for group attacks. He hadn't deceived Yang Linyuan; rather, his technique consumed much less true energy than the large-scale spells used by others.

Coupled with his seemingly infinite energy reserve, he achieved such a terrifying record. Without either his efficient sword intent or his boundless energy, Luis would never have reached the level he has today.

Inside the cave, time passed slowly. Outside Cangzhou Immortal City, the zombie horde began to gather again, clearly unwilling to give the monks time to recover.

During the withdrawal, the commanders had already devised a plan to deal with the unpredictable variable that was Luis.

Meanwhile, over the southwestern waters of the Ten Thousand Star Sea, a spiritual boat with a verdant appearance streaked across the sky like a stream of light. Experience new tales on My Virtual Library Empire

On the deck of that spirit boat, a tall, slender female cultivator wearing a light green gauze dress stood quietly, gazing into the distance. Her cold face was accentuated by a sharpness in her beautiful eyes.

"Senior Sister," a female cultivator in a yellow gauze dress whispered from behind, "why do you want to take on the role of bait? With your close relationship with the sect master, you could easily avoid it."

Before she could finish, the determined look in the green-clothed cultivator's eyes softened, and she spoke in a gentle tone, "The corpse chaos in Cangzhou is growing worse. If we can't eliminate the old demon Shen Jue soon, I'm afraid the chaos will spread to Jingzhou and Taizhou, and many innocent mortals and monks will perish."

"Sister, you are so kind, but unfortunately, the disciples in the sect always mistakenly believe that you are too ruthless and unsuited to be the young sect leader."

"Sister, you are so kind, but unfortunately the disciples in the sect always mistakenly believe that you're too murderous and unsuitable to be the young sect leader."

The female cultivator in the goose-yellow gauze dress spoke up on behalf of the woman in green. "The people I killed were all those who deserved it! There was no hesitation on my part."

The woman in green looked determined. "Besides, why should I care what others think of me for what I've done?"

"Senior sister—"

"Enough with the spoilers," the woman in green interrupted, holding the hand of the one in yellow gauze and smiling. "Have you remembered everything I told you before?"

"Don't worry!" the woman in yellow patted her chest in assurance.

After a brief pause, the woman in green grew a little impatient and said, "Sister, I've heard that the old demon Shen Jue is incredibly ferocious. In the past, a Nascent Soul True Lord in our sect died at his hands. If you're used as bait, what if the Lord of Zhenhai Palace fails?"

"You're worrying about nothing," the woman in green tapped her companion's forehead and replied, "Rather than worry about Junior Master's failure, I'm more concerned that Old Demon Shen Jue might not act at all."

"No way! With your cultivation, you killed all of his subordinates, yet he did nothing. That's too much!"

"I can't stand it. How can I stay in a secret cave for four hundred years?" the woman in green exclaimed.

Hearing this, the woman in yellow sighed. Despite her indignation, she felt a grudging admiration for the old demon Shen Jue's endurance. Being able to remain in a small cave for four hundred years without moving is truly a skill—something she doubted she could ever manage.

Meanwhile, the verdant spirit boat was cruising ten times faster than the Zhou family's flying battleship. In a few days, Cangzhou came into sight—Cangzhou Fairy City.

"Luis! If you have the guts, don't run!"

Up in the sky, Sun Fu screamed in anger. Over the course of these five days, Luis had been like a cunning loach.

Whenever a defense zone was in danger, he would dash there in an instant and cover the area with a rain curtain of sword energy nearly ten thousand feet high.

The zombies were completely wiped out, and the once-fragile defense zone became impregnable in an instant.

For a full five days, Sun Fu had sent a group of late-stage corpse servants to track Luis, planning a decapitation tactic.

But unfortunately, Luis was protected by Zhou Mubai, and even a few Half Step Golden Core corpse servants could do nothing against him.

Each defense zone was guarded by several powerful monks. Whenever the enemy resisted or delayed, Luis would vanish without a trace.

Under his relentless onslaught, the tide of corpses surrounding Cangzhou Fairy City visibly diminished.

By the time Fairy Chi Yao arrived, only tens of millions of corpses remained trapped outside the city—a stark contrast to the sky-covering, sun-blocking scene from five days earlier.

"Senior Sister, with such a small tide of corpses, did Ye Wudao really manage to escape?" asked the female cultivator in the goose-yellow gauze, looking at the dwindling horde with disbelief.

The scene before them showed that the Cangzhou coalition forces were still engaged in battle against the zombie horde—a larger-scale version of the earlier battle between Guang'an Prefecture's East Defense Zone and the zombie horde on Lotus Island.

Hearing her junior sister's doubts, Fairy Chi Yao observed carefully and finally deduced the reason. "Luis, if you have the guts, don't run away. Let's have a fair fight! Don't run away!" Sun Fu roared in frustration.

In that moment, Fairy Chi Yao felt embarrassed to see that her role as bait seemed to have been usurped by an unfamiliar swordsman.

Not only did Chi Yao notice this, but the female cultivator in goose-yellow gauze beside her also remarked on it.

In Cangzhou Fairy City, under the rain of sword energy, large groups of corpses were being harvested and piled up in the open space outside Cangzhou Immortal City.

Low-level monks—mostly there for the thrill—were even casting fire spells to burn the wreckage, thereby increasing Luis killing efficiency.

"Senior Sister, it looks like this sword cultivator has taken your job," the female cultivator in goose-yellow gauze murmured, pointing at Luis, who was displaying his might along the city wall.

"I know," Fairy Chi Yao, dressed in green, replied calmly.

She was highly proficient in swordsmanship. Observing the scene before her, she frowned and said, "This is the Silk Rain Sword Intent, derived from the Water Sword Intent. But according to the sect's classics, although the Silk Rain Sword Intent excels in group attacks, it should not possess such overwhelming power, especially in terms of durability!"

As expected of a true disciple of the Qianyuan Sword Sect, Chi Yao detected the problem in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The rain of sword energy that Luis released had an excessively wide range and lasted far too long—completely unreasonable.

The only explanation is that his spiritual power and true energy reserves are far beyond the norm for a foundation-building cultivator.

Luis had not anticipated that someone could deduce his true strength merely by observing him exert his full power for the duration of an incense stick.

"Sister, what should we do now?" one of the younger cultivators asked.

"Just wait and see," Chi Yao replied after a moment's thought.

Over in Cangzhou Fairy City, during these five days, Sun Fu had been nearly exhausted by Luis's unconventional tactics.

What made the situation even more desperate was that the zombie horde—one of the key factors enabling them to roam Cangzhou—was almost completely depleted due to the combined consumption by the Cangzhou coalition forces and Luis.

You see, that massive horde of zombies was one of their biggest supports. Yet, unexpectedly, this support was decimated by a mere foundation-building cultivator.

Even though this cultivator is a sword practitioner, his true strength far exceeds that of a typical foundation-building cultivator.

"LUIS HARTMANN!!"

Sun Fu finally roared, echoing the anger his brother had once felt when facing him.

It was obvious that this man could easily be crushed under his power, yet his short-distance escape technique was both peculiar and extremely swift.

With Zhou Mubai's close protection, even if Sun Fu gathered numerous corpse servants, he would be powerless against Luis.