Chapter 167: Hunting the Thousand-Year Old Corpse King

Whoosh! Whoosh!
Zombies clad in gray coarse cloth coats and with grotesque appearances flew in from afar and stopped near the necropolis. Then, the timid Xiao Bei cautiously emerged from behind a nearby grave, staring at the large group of zombies ahead and the corpse king with a deformed body yet emitting a fierce sense of danger. He swallowed hard nervously and approached Happy cautiously.
“Big Brother Happy…”
“You came pretty fast.”
“Hmph.”
Originally excited after receiving Happy’s message via homing pigeon, Xiao Bei suddenly felt terrified upon seeing the scene before him and was tempted to back out.
“Big Brother Happy, um…” Xiao Bei said, looking tense with a slightly hoarse voice, “You called me here to help you deal with the Thousand-Year Old Corpse King, right?”
“You know about the Thousand-Year Old Corpse King?”
Happy raised an eyebrow, looking at him in slight surprise. Although the other party was from the Corpse Sect, the Thousand-Year Old Corpse King was a banished guardian who didn’t belong to the sect. Logically, he shouldn’t have any knowledge of him.
“Ah, enough about that,” Xiao Bei sighed sadly. “I came here once before when I had trained these two treasures to the Creation Realm. I encountered that Thousand-Year Old Corpse King back then. It was incredibly strong—my one treasure was torn to pieces in just a few moves… Luckily, I ran fast.” As he spoke, Xiao Bei watched Happy’s reaction, thinking that by emphasizing the enemy’s strength this much, Happy would give up any unrealistic ideas.
Unexpectedly, Happy merely nodded silently, looking as if it were obvious:
“The Thousand-Year Old Corpse King is a peak expert at the Mysterious Realm. His physique has been eroded by potions and corpse poison for years, causing him to mutate. His strength is on par with experts at the Life and Death Realm. It’s normal for him to tear apart Creation Realm zombies.”
“…”
Upon hearing the words “Life and Death Realm,” Xiao Bei’s expression froze, his face turning extremely grim.
“Then, what about us…?”
“I’ll deal with the Thousand-Year Old Corpse King. You’re responsible for clearing out the zombies around us!”
Happy understood Xiao Bei’s concern and explained, “The Thousand-Year Old Corpse King can summon zombies. So during the battle, I don’t want even a single zombie in the vicinity.”
“No problem!”
Hearing that he didn’t have to fight the Thousand-Year Old Corpse King himself, Xiao Bei was overjoyed and agreed instantly…

Looking back, he saw over a dozen formidable zombies beside the Thousand-Year Corpse King, and his smile vanished once again as he lamented bitterly to himself, “This time I’ll have to brew more potions to repair my two poor treasures.” Since zombies were special puppets, all puppets had durability limits and were prone to damage. Once injured, they had to be soaked in specially made potions from the Corpse Gate for repair. Usually, after dealing with a few ordinary Mysterious Realm zombies, Xiao Bei would need to repair his puppet treasures, but this time, it would likely require a thorough overhaul after the mission. Still, Xiao Bei considered himself lucky—better than being completely destroyed by the Thousand-Year Corpse King or by Happy. After making plans, Xiao Bei directed one of the fearless zombie puppets to hop toward the entrance of the corpse tomb… In the eyes of those Mysterious Realm zombies, the ragged and weak Creation Realm zombies seemed utterly insignificant. The first few zombies to spot them gave them threatening looks. Thud! Thud! The little Creation Realm zombie continued to hop forward recklessly. Even the Thousand-Year Corpse King glanced over slightly. “Huh!” The three-headed zombies, sensing the King’s displeasure, growled and vanished in a flash, rushing at the little zombie. The little zombie seemed to realize the danger only then, turning around 180 degrees and frantically hopping away, but it still couldn’t stop the Mysterious Realm zombies from closing in. The distance between the two sides quickly shrank from dozens of meters to just over a dozen… A nauseating aura of death filled the air. The little zombie hopped even more frantically, causing Happy to frown—he had thought he could lure all the zombies away at once, but these zombies acted like professional bodyguards, knowing how to divide tasks and leave a large force to guard while sending only three minions to chase after him. “No need to run. Hold them off for me.” As the little zombie led the three large zombies past the graves, Happy tapped Xiao Bei’s shoulder, leaped out from behind the graves, and moved like lightning toward the last zombie. Hearing the sound, the zombie reflexively turned around, spun around, and broke away from the group to head toward Happy! “Just in time!” With a low growl, the Blade of a Hundred Battles glowed fiercely in Happy’s hand. He met it head-on, extending his left hand like a claw and swinging the blade down hard, ignoring the zombie’s fierce attack at his chest. It was a brutal fight to the death, leaving Xiao Bei behind nearly heart-stopping. Was this really the case?

Would Happy fight desperately against a lifeless creature as strong as iron?
What a joke!
At the moment of head-on collision, Happy’s move brought about a dramatic change in the fierce battle…
The Dragon-Seizing Hand!
An astonishing suction force erupted from the palm.
The zombie’s black arms were instantly pulled into Happy’s hands. With a swift motion, Happy deflected the zombie’s attack to the side, as if the zombie had voluntarily handed its neck to Happy’s blade.
Without hesitation, Happy swung the knife!
“Thud!”
The head didn’t fall…
The zombie’s head was just as hard as iron, but the immense force of the strike sent it flying far away, leaving deep grooves in the ground as it struggled to recover.
Happy followed closely, his Battle Knife once again glowing with terrifying sharpness. With a “Hm!” sound, it created a smooth, dazzling circular blade edge in the air…
Xiao Bei was frozen in shock as the zombie’s head soared into the air.
Pfft!
The zombie’s body stood there for a while before collapsing to the ground with a dull thud.
Xiao Bei stared dumbfounded at the zombie’s head rolling far away in the graveyard, unable to process what had happened—had it not been for his own zombie pet still fleeing, he might have thought the headless zombie was his immature Creation Realm puppet.
Ignoring the deeply shaken Xiao Bei, Happy picked up the loot from the ground and rushed after the other zombie, which was now circling around.
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
His steps were lightning-fast.
“Ding!”
A flying knife bounced off the second zombie’s head. The sharp metallic sound and slight pain enraged it, and its fleshless, terrifying face locked onto Happy!
A foul wind blew toward him.