Even before Zhang Yi became the Corpse King, he was no match for Su Yuemo.

Moreover, they had fought many times, and Zhang Yi had almost always lost.

The more battles Zhang Yi had, the faster he was defeated.

This instilled psychological fear in Zhang Yi; he was already afraid even before the battle began.

"You were so arrogant just now, why did you chicken out so quickly? You barged into the Broken Heart Sect and acted all high and mighty, but you don't dare to fight me, do you?"

Su Yuemo suddenly attacked Zhang Yi, conjuring a giant red hand that slapped him down.

As the large red hand came crashing down, Zhang Yi quickly tried to block it.

But Zhang Yi couldn't withstand the giant red hand; it sent him flying far away with a single blow.

"How did your strength increase so much?"

Zhang Yi looked incredulous.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the gap between the two has become so obvious.

He couldn't even withstand a single blow from Su Yuemo.

"I thought that after tens of thousands of years, your strength would have greatly increased, but I didn't expect you to still be so weak, unable to even withstand a single blow from me," Su Yuemo mocked.

"Don't be so arrogant. My parents are here. You'll see what the difference is like between heaven and earth." Zhang Yi's face turned red.

"You're just bragging. What do you mean by 'adult' or 'not adult'? You're not talking about Zhang Xiaofan, are you? I know the secrets of your Corpse Control Sect. If he were to be reborn, none of you would survive."

“Zhang Xiaofan is not worthy to be my master. My master is more powerful than that Zhang Xiaofan. Zhang Xiaofan is not even qualified to carry my master’s shoes.”

“Zhang Yi, you really are a person who is both loyal and filial. The Corpse Scripture you learned was taught by Zhang Xiaofan, and you still say such things now. This has nothing to do with me. I knew you were going to die soon.”

Su Yuemo struck again with her palm, the large red hand heading towards Zhang Yi.

This time, Zhang Yi didn't resist, but instead hid to the side.

"How can you be so weak? You don't even dare to take one of my attacks?" Su Yuemo sneered.

"I've told you so many times, wait for my master to come before we fight. If he sees you have some looks, he might spare your life and make you his maid." Zhang Yi added.

"I'm definitely going to sew your stinking mouth shut later, so you won't be able to say a single word."

Su Yuemo held a black lotus flower in her hand, which exuded a world-destroying power.

She threw the black lotus at Zhang Yi, who was terrified and his face changed drastically.

But the black lotus was too fast; petals appeared beside him, and one by one, the black petals burst open.

Zhang Yi felt the black petals explode, and the immense force blasted a bloody hole into his body.

Fresh blood flowed from the blood hole, and a stench of decay emanated from it.

Zhang Yi knew he was no match for his opponent; the gap between them was simply too great, and he had no chance of fighting back.

"It seems I have revealed my true trump card. Today, your Broken Heart Sect will surely suffer a devastating loss of life."

"That's hilarious, I'm just waiting to see how you use your ultimate move."

Su Yuemo didn't make a move, treating Zhang Yi like a clown.

Zhang Yi pretended to gather his energy and unleash his magic weapon, preparing to attack Su Yuemo.

Everyone present was shocked. Instead of fighting, he chose to run away.

"You shameless old man!"

Su Yuemo's fair face was covered in patches of blue and red.

"What do you mean 'shameless'? If I can't beat them, can't I just run away?" Zhang Yi said dismissively.

"I've sealed off the space; let's see how you escape."

The black lotus in Su Yuemo's hand is also a Xuan Tian spiritual treasure, possessing the ability to seal space.

Zhang Yi didn't get very far before the space was sealed off.

The area in front is covered with black lotus flowers, which will explode if you touch them even slightly.

"Aren't you good at running away?"

"Why aren't you running anymore?"

Su Yuemo pressed on relentlessly, and Zhang Yi's life was already in her hands.

"Don't come any closer!!" (hoarse voice)

Zhang Yi's face grew increasingly grim. He realized he had been careless and shouldn't have come so early.

He had always been at odds with the Broken Heart Sect during his lifetime and wanted to take this opportunity to settle his personal score.

Unexpectedly, Su Yuemo emerged from seclusion so quickly; this time, she really messed things up.

More and more black lotuses appeared around Zhang Yi, emanating a terrifying aura of destruction.

He understood Su Yuemo's meaning: once the black lotuses reached a certain number, it would be the moment he perished.

At the most critical moment, an aura no less powerful than Su Yuemo's descended.

This was also a heroic middle-aged man. With a forceful wave of his right hand, many black lotus flowers dissipated.

"Grandmaster, you've arrived."

Zhang Yi was overjoyed.

Before him stood Zhang Hao, the fifteenth generation patriarch of the Corpse Control Sect, who was a full 100,000 years older than Zhang Yi.

All the founders of the Corpse Control Sect were surnamed Zhang, because Zhang Xiaofan's tribe was surnamed Zhang.

This also resulted in the fact that those who controlled the Corpse Control Sect were all surnamed Zhang, but the two were not closely related by blood.

"If I hadn't come sooner, you would be dead."

Zhang Hao said coldly.

Zhang Yi dared not speak again and tactfully walked to the side.

He originally came just to scout things out, but he turned it into a personal vendetta.

"Is your so-called Corpse Control Sect just using the same old trick of beating up the underlings and then having the elders back them up?" Su Yuemo raised an eyebrow.

“The Corpse Control Sect is a thing of the past. Our current name should be the Corpse Yin Sect,” Zhang Hao corrected.

"What your sect is called has nothing to do with me. Our Duanqing Sect has no deep-seated hatred with your Shiyin Sect. Aren't you going too far by acting like this?"

"This is an order from the adults, and orders from the adults are naturally correct."

"I'm very curious now, who exactly is the master of your family, that he can make you zombie kings so subservient?"

"I can't tell you now, but you'll find out when my parents arrive."

"You're putting on airs now. I'd like to see my own strength and whether I can fight against a veteran like you."

Su Yuemo showed no sign of backing down and wanted to have a good fight with Zhang Hao.

"I didn't want to make a move, but you junior are just too arrogant."

Zhang Hao's expression suddenly turned cold, and he reached out to grab Su Yuemo.

Su Yuemo's expression changed drastically, and she quickly activated the black lotus in her hand, with one black lotus flower after another blocking Zhang Hao's way.

Zhang Hao appeared nonchalant, casually tearing apart all the black lotus flowers with a flick of his wrist.

Su Yuemo could only use the black lotus to attack, but it was easily blocked by Zhang Hao.

Although everyone is at the late stage of Mahayana Buddhism, the differences between them are actually quite significant.

Zhang Hao has cultivated for 100,000 years longer than Su Yuemo, and those 100,000 years of cultivation were not in vain.

Just as Su Yue was about to get injured, another elderly woman with white hair appeared.

"Zhang Hao, it's been so long since we last met. I never expected to see you like this again."

The old woman's cultivation level had also reached the late stage of Mahayana, and her strength was "terrifyingly powerful".

She is the seventh patriarch of the Broken Heart Sect, and also Su Yuemo's master, Shu Qingjuan.

As for the eighth and ninth patriarchs, they no longer exist because each sect cannot, like the Corpse Control Sect, refine the corpses after death.