Black corpse qi even stained the flesh walls of the surrounding fungi black.
As wisps of thick smoke emerged.
In Zhang Tian’s eyes, it was as if he saw a terrifying monster.
"Bang!"
With a loud sound, the coffin lid was opened by Zhang Qilin and Hu Bayi working together.
As the coffin lid opened, the black smoke around them also dissipated.
Everyone looked inside.
The surrounding fungi were still contracting, so they had to end this quickly.
Their gaze fell inside the coffin.
A corpse appeared before their eyes.
Although the corpse had been through a thousand years, it was intact. Apart from the corpse’s exterior showing signs of reanimation, nothing else could be seen.
The corpse was wearing a purple-gold armor and a phoenix coronet, appearing like a mighty general.
"It's the Muchen Pearl!"
Hu Bayi looked at the bead on the phoenix coronet atop the Xian King's head, his expression excited.
Although it was still some distance from the Muchen Pearl, based on the aura emanating from it, Zhang Tian was certain that this was the Muchen Pearl.
This aura was almost identical to the aura from the Heavenly Palace.
It was just that this aura seemed to be suppressed, likely due to the surrounding corpse qi.
The moment Zhang Tian saw the bead, he reached out.
If he waited for this fellow to awaken, the chances would be slim.
Moreover, Zhang Tian wasn’t foolish enough to wait for him to awaken.
Zhang Tian's hand speed was incredibly fast.
In almost the blink of an eye, his hand was above the Xian King's head.
But just as Zhang Tian was about to touch the Muchen Pearl, a strong hand directly blocked in front of the bead.
It was a pale, yet brawny, large hand.
"Creak. Creak."
"You want to take my pearl?"
The next moment, to Zhang Tian's shock, a voice emerged.
Zhang Tian instantly retracted his hand, his gaze fixed on the Xian King in the coffin.
The Xian King suddenly sat up.
He didn't crawl up like other corpses but stood up directly.
It was as if something was pushing him.
What surprised Zhang Tian the most was that this fellow could actually speak!
This reminded Zhang Tian of Huang Shuliang.
Previously, Huang Shuliang had almost been resurrected and could speak.
This Xian King before him could also speak.
Monsters that could speak were generally very powerful.
In Zhang Tian's years of grave robbing, monsters that could speak were few and far between.
After the Xian King stood up, the nearly two-meter-tall figure seemed like a giant.
His eyes were hollow, clearly having vanished after a long period of decay.
But judging from the aura emanating from the Xian King and the oppressive feeling of him standing in mid-air, Zhang Tian felt a tightness in his chest.
The pressure was so immense that Zhang Tian could barely lift his head.
"What is this thing?"
Looking at the Xian King standing in the void, Zhang Tian and Hu Bayi were both stunned.
Were zombies this strong now? They could float in the air?
Even Zhang Qilin's gaze began to firm up.
A seriousness emerged in his eyes.
"Very strong."
Zhang Qilin said faintly.
Even if he hadn't said it, Zhang Tian could feel it.
"Perish."
The Xian King roared, without any further words, an attack came towards them.
The Xian King seemed to have no weapons, his attacks mostly using his zombie claws.
As his claws swung, a materialized corpse qi directly lunged towards Zhang Tian's face.
"Explode!"
Zhang Tian formed a hand seal, and the next moment, explosions erupted around them.
These were the talismans Zhang Tian had scattered earlier.
In the smoke from the explosions, Zhang Tian swiftly dodged an attack from the Xian King.
"Is this a Mao Jiang? Or a Fei Jiang?"
Zhang Tian muttered, his mind forming a unique opinion of this type of zombie.
It was too powerful.
"Lao Hu, we'll hold him off. Qilin, get that Muchen Pearl and go."
Zhang Tian said.
The other two nodded in agreement.
This was the only method they could employ now.
Moreover, the most critical factor was that the fungi were closing in, leaving Zhang Tian with little time.
"I never thought I’d actually predict the future."
"Fortunately, this seat was prepared and left a divine sense to destroy you all."
A long and ancient voice echoed from the corpse qi.
After the voice sounded, the Xian King's shadow directly appeared before Zhang Tian.
"Predict the future?"
Zhang Tian's body trembled.
He suddenly thought of the Jingjue Ancient City.
This fellow had gone to the ancient city before, and it was likely he had asked the oracle there for a prediction.
"Damn it."
Zhang Tian cursed inwardly.
This was indeed going to be difficult.
"Summon Thunder!"
Zhang Tian waved his whisk, and countless arcs of lightning gathered within the fungi.
"Neidan stage? No, too weak."
As the Xian King sneered, before Zhang Tian's divine thunder could fall, a claw mark arrived, and the divine thunder turned into nothingness.
"Corpse Extermination Blade."
Zhang Tian waved his whisk again, and the normally soft whisk transformed into the shape of a blade.
Zhang Tian and Hu Bayi exchanged glances, and they both stood on either side of the Xian King.
"Hmm? This whisk is not bad. This seat happens to need a whisk for ascension."
The Xian King looked at Zhang Tian's whisk and revealed a cold smile.
Hearing this, Zhang Tian understood that the Xian King likely retained the memories from before he died.
"Stab."
"Crack crack crack."
As Zhang Tian and Hu Bayi attacked frantically, the Xian King's body emitted crisp cracking sounds.
The firelight from the daoist spells hitting his body illuminated the interior of the fungi.
Above the fungi.
Fatty used his body to stubbornly resist the shrinking fungi.
Meanwhile, the Princess Consort continuously attacked the ghosts that were emerging.
Shirley Yang lay near a hole in the fungi.
Her eyes were wide.
She watched the situation inside.
The Xian King had actually resurrected and become a zombie.
He was facing Zhang Tian and the others.
Shirley Yang didn't press the detonation button immediately.
Instead, she anxiously watched Zhang Tian's situation.
"Too weak."
"Die!"
The Xian King coldly snorted, and his body moved.
Infinite corpse qi surged out.
It directly severed all the attacks from Zhang Tian and Hu Bayi.
Zhang Tian didn't hesitate. After the Xian King broke his attack, the whisk became soft again, transforming into threads that entwined the Xian King.
Hu Bayi, holding his peach wood sword, continuously hacked at the Xian King's head.
However, it was all in vain.
"Corpse Fire."
The Xian King simply raised his hand, and a ghostly blue flame appeared.
The whisk threads Zhang Tian had just wrapped around him were instantly burned through.
Zhang Tian looked at the slightly charred whisk, his heart trembling.
This was too terrifying.
"Perish."
As another voice sounded,
Zhang Tian felt a sharp pain in his body. At some unknown time, the Xian King's body had flashed in front of Zhang Tian.
With a claw strike from the Xian King, Zhang Tian was sent flying.
Fortunately, he was wearing armor, otherwise, Zhang Tian's body would have been pierced by this attack.
Shirley Yang covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock.
She had witnessed Zhang Tian's strength, not only his speed but also his mastery of daoist arts, which were already beyond the reach of his peers.
Yet, with just this one blow, Zhang Tian was sent flying. How strong must this Xian King be?
At this moment, a cold sweat also broke out on Hu Bayi's forehead.
This was probably the strongest, and the only, tomb owner they had ever encountered who had not been weakened!