C20 The Sword Drawing Arts Was Activated

Whoosh.

The stone door creaked open, unleashing a gust of wind that felt as though it had been trapped for centuries, compelling Yeh Hongchen to shield his eyes.

"Not good!" Yeh Hongchen, who had just shut his eyes, sensed an aura that seemed to be at the early Prana Stage and inwardly cursed.

Light as a feather!

Barely touching the ground with the tips of his toes, Yeh Hongchen swiftly backpedaled, crashing into the wall behind him.

Without hesitation, he crouched down, kicked off the wall, and surged back toward the stone door.

The next moment was filled with the sound of splintering stone. Yeh Hongchen couldn't resist opening his eyes, revealing his striking blue irises.

"What is this creature? A zombie?" Yeh Hongchen whispered to himself upon seeing the unknown entity that had clawed through the wall.

It resembled a human, yet it wasn't. Its skin was blue, with sharp fangs protruding from its mouth, sunken eyes, and a foul stench wafting from its body.

Draped in a black robe, tattered and worn like a beggar's garb, it was the very image of a zombie.

"Roar!"

The creature, which we'll call a zombie for now, lunged at Yeh Hongchen again after its initial swipe missed.

Its razor-sharp claws reached for Yeh Hongchen's face!

Yeh Hongchen, with agility rivaling a swallow's, instantly moved to the zombie's left side and swung his sword, aiming for its waist.

"Clang!"

Regrettably, the sound of metal striking metal echoed; Yeh Hongchen's blade failed to penetrate the creature's flesh.

"What in the world is this monster?" Yeh Hongchen thought, facing such a being for the first time since his transmigration.

Whoosh!

The next thing he knew, a black claw was viciously swiping at him!

Yeh Hongchen's reflexes were quick, but not quick enough to avoid a gash across his chest, tearing the garment that marked him as a core disciple of the Dust Ending Palace.

"Roar!" The zombie, enraged by Yeh Hongchen's evasion, attacked with both claws in a frenzied assault.

"Damn it, I'm not sure if my remaining spiritual energy is enough to kill it!" Yeh Hongchen sheathed his sword, a wave of unease washing over him.

Martial Skill, Sword Drawing Arts!

In an instant, the longsword that had just been sheathed was swiftly drawn once more by Yeh Hongchen!

A streak of white sword light swept over the zombie, and in the blink of an eye, Yeh Hongchen had moved to its rear.

Somehow, his sword was already back in its scabbard as he knelt on one knee, gasping for breath.

Thud!

The zombie, which Yeh Hongchen had turned his back on, collapsed with a heavy crash, motionless as if life had fled its form.

Yeh Hongchen had managed to vanquish the Prana Stage zombie using only thirty percent of his innate spiritual energy, and this was no ordinary Prana Stage foe!

At the sound, Yeh Hongchen cast a brief glance over his shoulder. The fallen creature bore not a single wound. Its demise must have been due to his Sword Drawing Arts shattering something within its undead body.

That was the reason for its lifeless state.

Once Yeh Hongchen had caught his breath, he proceeded further inside. Darkness enveloped the space, pierced only by the glow of blood crystals adorning the walls.

Before long, Yeh Hongchen came upon a vast circular pit, its center marked by an inexplicable path, while blood churned within the pit like molten lava.

At the far end of this solitary path sat a figure in a black robe, utterly still.