"Are you telling the truth? You should know that if you don't offer the corresponding amount of flesh and blood, we will eat you."
"Although Zhang Fengxian, you are my disciple, if you try to deceive your master, I will still eat you up, hehehehe!!"
...
A series of eerie and terrifying voices echoed within the Corpse Control Sect. These people were the sect's past founders who had been hiding there.
Judging from the sounds he heard, Han Feng knew that there were more than a dozen founders of the Corpse Control Sect.
This was just like the life simulation he experienced, where he was besieged by more than a dozen late-stage Mahayana practitioners.
“Ancestors, you should have sensed that someone has entered our Corpse Control Sect. This person’s life force is extremely vigorous. This is what I offer to you,” Zhang Fengxian quickly said.
"We can sense it. This person's flesh and blood are incredibly robust. It's definitely the best food I've ever tasted. If I can eat him, my strength will increase rapidly."
"You're really cunning. You didn't provoke a powerful being, and you want us to help you because you can't defeat them yourself. You're really clever."
"It's good to provoke powerful beings. Like the first patriarch of the Xuandao Sect, wasn't he tricked and lured into the Corpse Control Sect by us? We tricked him in and killed him, and we devoured his flesh and soul."
"That's right, those silly Xuandao Sect disciples thought their ancestor had ascended to heaven, little did they know he had entered our bellies, hahaha!"
...
Several powerful auras immediately appeared from the Corpse Control Sect, and their direction was towards Han Feng.
Han Feng did not continue the pursuit, but waited for the founder of the Corpse Control Sect to arrive.
First, a short, stout old man appeared, looking no different from an ordinary person.
But if you look closely, you can find the anomaly.
The short, stout old man had very white skin, not the normal kind of white, but a paper-white white.
There was no trace of life on him, only a thick aura of death.
Then a dozen more people stood in his way, their bodies surrounded by corpse energy, but none of them exuded a stronger aura than the short, fat old man.
Just as Han Feng had guessed, the Corpse Control Sect was initially a sect that focused on humans.
As time went on, the members of the Corpse Control Sect were no longer satisfied with controlling powerful corpses; instead, they wanted to become powerful corpses themselves.
"Fellow Daoist, let me introduce myself first. I am Zhang Ting, the second-generation founder of the Corpse Control Sect." The short, stout old man revealed a strange smile.
"When did your Corpse Control Sect become so polite? Just now I thought I heard that you would stop at nothing to eat, even the first patriarch of the Xuandao Sect was eaten by you," Han Feng said calmly.
"That is true. The main reason for that incident was that the first patriarch of the Xuandao Sect was ungrateful. Otherwise, we would never have resorted to that method. Fellow Daoist did not cause any damage in the Corpse Control Sect, so we naturally cannot do that."
"Just say what you mean, there's no need to beat around the bush."
“Since you’ve said so, I’ll be direct. There are so many of us here, you’re no match for us. If you leave your physical body behind, we’ll let your soul leave. What do you say?” Zhang Ting finally revealed his purpose.
"Hahaha, that's hilarious."
Han Feng couldn't help but sneer, "You've lived too long, haven't you gone stupid? Would you agree to this if you were in your shoes?"
"Second Generation Ancestor, this man is far too arrogant. Let's work together to kill him," Zhang Fengxian said, taking advantage of the situation.
"Don't worry, he will make a choice."
Zhang Ting threatened, "If I were you, I would agree, because the last one who didn't agree had his soul and body devoured by us."
“Master, we don’t need to waste words with him. The reminder just now was enough. He’s asking for it, so he can’t blame anyone else. Let’s take action now.”
"Compared to the physical body, I prefer a powerful divine soul. Only by consuming a powerful divine soul can my strength improve rapidly."
“Master, if you give the order, we will take action and tear this person to shreds.”
...
The other Corpse Kings of the Corpse Control Sect were already itching to make their move and could pounce on Han Feng at any moment.
These corpse kings did not make a move because Zhang Ting stopped them.
"Is that so? All that nonsense you're spouting is just because you're afraid of my strength."
Han Feng no longer concealed his aura, and a powerful pressure from the late-stage Mahayana stage swept over everyone.
The corpse kings, who had just been very close, suddenly changed their expressions and retreated backward.
"Why has your strength increased so quickly!" the immortal corpse exclaimed.
He clearly remembered that when Han Feng was in Luoxian Land, his cultivation level was only at the early stage of Mahayana.
When he came out of the Xuandao Sect, Han Feng's cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm.
This can be explained. It's possible that he spent too much time in the early stages of Mahayana and broke through to the middle stages.
But the speed at which he broke through from the middle stage of Mahayana to the late stage is simply incredible.
"Didn't you just threaten me? Now I'll use you as an example."
Han Feng's golden hand reached out to grab Zhang Ting, and the powerful pressure made Zhang Ting's body tremble involuntarily.
The golden hand was too fast; Zhang Ting had no time to dodge and was forced to fight back.
He met the golden hand with his already zombified hand covered in sharp claws.
With a loud "boom!"
The golden hand and the corpse claw collided.
Zhang Ting took several steps back before retracting the corpse claw.
He lost the fight just now; the bones of the entire corpse claw were broken, and black blood filled his skin.
It turned the originally pale corpse claw into a black one.
Zhang Ting withdrew his hand so that those around him wouldn't see it.
"What's wrong? Do you think hiding your injuries will help?"
Han Feng had no intention of letting Zhang Ting go, and grabbed at Zhang Ting with one hand.
Zhang Ting instinctively tried to dodge, but he couldn't.
A large hole was punched in his chest, and black blood kept flowing from the wound.
"Form the formation quickly!"
Zhang Ting shouted.
He cursed Zhang Fengxian in his heart for being a fool who dared to provoke such a terrifyingly powerful figure.
"Do you think it's possible to form an array?"
Han Feng drew his Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword, preparing to kill Zhang Ting.
As his cultivation level increased, his magical power also deepened many times over.
Using the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword will no longer drain half of his magical power.
Han Feng's urgent use of the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword was largely due to the life simulation.
In the life simulation game, Zhang Ting formed a corpse array that trapped him for three whole days.
In the end, Han Feng paid the price of being seriously injured to break the corpse formation.
At this moment, Zhang Ting wanted to form a corpse array, but Han Feng would definitely not let him have his way.
Under Han Feng's command, the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword unleashed a green sword light that shot towards Zhang Ting.
Zhang Ting's pupils began to shrink rapidly; the sword light possessed immense power and could kill him instantly.
He thought of dodging and escaping, but the surrounding space was imprisoned by a force of law.
Zhang Ting's desire to escape became a pipe dream, so he grabbed a nearby zombie king to help him fight off the zombies.
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