123. The Temptation of the Divine Artifact

The Southern Sect members had previously witnessed Chen Fengyun’s methods of dealing with the zombies. Though they didn’t fully understand them, they were not surprised now. However, the foreign masters watching were filled with dread.

They had battled these zombies for quite some time before, barely managing to kill a few and all bearing injuries. Yet, they never expected this young Chinese man to seemingly wipe out a large group of zombies with effortless ease.

“Did you see clearly? How did he do it?” murmured Thailand’s Kula Ye Mo to the others.

“I didn’t see clearly. Did anyone notice what method he used?” Ivan Davsky from Russia shook his head and asked.

“I’m not sure. It looked like he was burning those creatures with fire, but I didn’t see any flames,” said Korea’s Li Linxi with a puzzled expression.

“It must be some kind of special artifact. Could it be something this kid found in that subterranean fissure?” Wilson, the Dark Blood Assassin, said with eyes shining brightly.

“He can deal with those monsters, but he’s no match for us. Let’s take out these giant bats first, then seize the artifact,” Takeda Kurou from Japan transmitted to the others.

Then, the group unleashed even greater power, rapidly dispatching each blood bat. Chen Fengyun and the Southern Sect members watched from the sidelines, showing no intention of joining the fight.

“Mr. Chen, these people harbor ill intentions. They deliberately led the zombies here, clearly hoping to use the undead against us,” Feng Tianbao whispered to Chen Fengyun.

“They must think we’re easy prey, so they targeted us. Soon, they’ll find out whether they live or die,” Chen Fengyun said coldly, seemingly indifferent to the foreign martial masters.

Outside, several Chinese martial masters from the Northern Sect huddled together to fend off sporadic zombies and blood bats. They were acquaintances and trusted each other more than the foreign adversaries.

“Those bastards have led the zombies toward the Southern Sect. I fear the Southern Sect won’t fare well this time,” said Li Dongsheng from Northern Guizhou.

“There’s nothing we can do—we’re tied up here. Hopefully, the Southern Sect can hold out a little longer,” Ye Bufan from the capital shook his head.

“Everyone, let’s focus on eliminating these zombies and bats first. Though the Southern Sect is a tomb-robbing faction, they’re still Chinese. We can’t just watch those foreigners bully them,” Luo Wanfeng from Jiangnan nodded firmly.

“Then let’s kill them. Whether they survive until we come to their aid depends on their luck,” Zhou Zixu from Xi’an said coldly.

“Dingdang, those foreigners have led the zombies to the Southern Sect. Should we go check on them?” Across the way, after wiping out all the zombies and blood bats, Hong Zhongshan hesitated and asked.

“No need,” Dingdang waved her hand dismissively.

“Sister Dingdang, are we really going to watch the Southern Sect get slaughtered by foreigners? Although our two sects are at odds, we’re all Chinese,” a young disciple blushed as he spoke.

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