"Arrogant. There are over thirty of us here. Do you really think one person can fight against us all?"
"We'll give you two choices. Since you're in the same line of work as us, scram quickly. Otherwise, if you delay our important business, we won't hold back and people might get killed."
With that, the Xuanmen disciples immediately surrounded them.
What awaited them was not Zhao Yan's fear, but bursts of hearty laughter.
"Do you really think you're a match for my Zhao Chang'an?"
"This is a desolate place. Those who wish to die, come forward!"
Zhao Yan shouted, her presence commanding.
Zhao Chang'an was the name of the male protagonist from a movie she watched as a child. This protagonist loved to act cool and had an annoying demeanor that left a deep impression on her.
She retracted her fan and replaced it with a peach wood sword.
She needed to project an aura of deterrence. She had just slapped the old Taoist with a powerful blow, but that wasn't enough to awe them.
She wanted them to know she was a top-tier expert, so she could safely escort the female zombie away.
She knew from the group chat that the younger Xuanmen disciples were at odds with the older, more experienced ones.
If she could exert enough pressure, would these younger disciples risk their lives for the older Taoists?
Although Zhao Yan's face and eyes were hidden, her arrogant words managed to intimidate some of the younger disciples.
The old Taoists, however, were unconcerned. They would risk their lives to keep the female zombie.
They, the old Taoists, understood the value of the female zombie even better.
"What are you afraid of? He's just one person. We have so many. Two fists can't fight four hands. No matter how skilled he is, he only has two hands, two feet, and one head! Kill him!"
An old Taoist shouted, revealing not a peach wood sword, but a dagger.
Following the old Taoist's command and his charge, the other old Taoists immediately followed suit.
Dodging a sword, Zhao Yan's peach wood sword pierced the chest of the old Taoist who charged forward first. She then used the flat of the sword to strike his face.
Immediately, she took a step back, and a cold glint flashed across her neck.
Seeing how quickly Zhao Yan dodged, the old Taoist with the dagger showed regret. He had been so close to slitting her throat.
One person against twelve old Taoists, with many younger Xuanmen disciples launching sneak attacks from the shadows.
Clang, clang, clang. Zhao Yan, utilizing thirty percent of the Yin-Yang Orb's yang energy, moved like a nimble loach among them.
Her plan was to create an opening and then quickly break through with the female zombie.
However, she hadn't anticipated how tenacious these old Taoists were, and more importantly, how numerous they were.
As soon as one was dealt with, another would rush forward.
Once her yang energy was depleted, she would be in grave danger.
These old Taoists were even more shocked than Zhao Yan. What kind of suicidal lunatic was this, taking on so many of them alone, and still acting as if nothing had happened?
Fortunately, it was a peach wood sword. If it had been a dagger or a real iron sword, they wouldn't have been able to get back up after being struck.
Even so, a poke or a blow from Zhao Yan's wooden sword caused them considerable pain.
Zhao Yan had just created an opening and was about to escape with the female zombie.
As she prepared to flee, she felt a sharp pain in her arm. An old Taoist had slashed her arm with his dagger.
The old Taoist's face lit up with a smile. He had finally struck the cunning loach.
Just as he was about to strike again, the female zombie behind Zhao Yan let out a series of strange grunting sounds.
Her eyes turned a deep, eerie green.
The female zombie trembled, staring intently at the wound on Zhao Yan's arm.
She could tolerate being harmed herself, but she would not stand for her good friend being hurt.
Although she was a zombie, she understood who treated her well and who treated her badly.
She had always lived in the mountains, never harboring any intention to harm others.
Why did these seemingly kind people shout and attack her?
Especially when they hurt her friend.
Her friend who had taken her to see her son.
The female zombie turned around. The old Taoist's joy had not yet faded when he suddenly saw the female zombie leap up and kick him fiercely in the stomach.
Zhao Yan had witnessed the female zombie's kicking power before. This kick was more than ten times stronger and faster than any she had delivered previously, with absolutely no restraint.
The old Taoist knew he couldn't dodge this speed. He prepared to block with his hands against his stomach.
But before he could react, the female zombie's feet connected.
The old Taoist felt an intense pain in his abdomen, as if he had been hit by a car traveling at over 100 miles per hour. His body was sent flying.
He flew over ten meters and landed in the weeds down the mountain, his fate unknown.
The reason they had been so aggressive towards the female zombie was their assumption that she wouldn't dare to kill and that she was easy to bully.
But they never expected that this one kick would send the old Taoist next to them flying.
They called out the old Taoist's name, but there was no response from behind.
Could he have been kicked to death?
With this thought, they began to feel uneasy. Their gazes towards the female zombie were no longer arrogant, but filled with deep apprehension and fear.
"Roar!"
The female zombie let out an enraged roar and leaped into the crowd.
"You're not allowed… to hurt my friend!"
The female zombie uttered stiff words. She jumped into the crowd, and those who had intended to grab her now quickly dodged away.
When the female zombie went berserk, no one could escape.
Her leaping speed was incredibly fast, and her entire body was as hard as black iron. Although she only knew three simple moves:
One was kicking with her feet, two was stabbing with her horizontal and vertical hands, and three was sweeping with her hands.
These simple moves, combined with the female zombie's strength, meant that once they made contact with a person, they would either be sent flying several meters away, crying out in pain, or lie on the ground motionless.
Zhao Yan now clearly understood the power of an uncorrupted corpse.
She mowed down the old Taoists and young Taoist disciples, leaving them in disarray.
The female zombie had possessed absolute strength from the beginning, but her kindness had prevented her from unleashing this terrifying power.
Yet, it was precisely her kindness that led to her being brutally beaten by these people.
Even then, she had endured.
But her bottom line was her friends and family. Not even a scratch was permissible.
"Ah!! Help! Help!"
The twelve old Taoists, who had been full of vigor moments ago, were now lying on the ground.
The young Xuanmen disciples were terrified.
Some even wet themselves, their crotches soaked.
The female zombie showed no mercy.
Some, unable to bear the threat of death, fell to their knees before Zhao Yan, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Please, make her stop!"
"Ahhh! Don't come closer! Don't come closer!"
Zhao Yan stood motionless until the last plea for mercy disappeared into the night.
Over thirty people lay on the ground.
Zhao Yan quickly walked over, worried that the female zombie might have gone too far.
She grabbed the female zombie's wrist. The female zombie quickly turned, and upon seeing Zhao Yan's face, she immediately stepped back.
"Let's go. It's time to go back and see your son."