199: Taoist zombie

Pan Han was so happy he laughed; he was like a corpse driver at this moment, manipulating the zombies with a bell and talismans.

Just then, his wristband suddenly prompted him: a hidden red dot appeared!

"Holy cow! The Twelve Palaces are getting more and more elaborate. Truly amazing!"

He took out the bell, shook it slightly, and a clear sound rang out.

"Go! Bring the box over!"

The zombies immediately moved, swaying unsteadily towards the red dot, and after a while, they returned with a small box similar to the bell.

Pan Han walked over and opened the small box; inside was a peach wood sword!

"Haha, now I have everything! It seems there's also a zombie culture here!"

Pan Han, holding the sword in his right hand and ringing the bell in his left, led his zombie horde straight upstairs.

The thirty-eighth and thirty-ninth floors were no problem at all; Pan Han collected another seventy or eighty zombies using talismans.

However, unexpectedly, he could still earn points this way.

His points had now reached 72,000, and his ranking rose to 46th place.

Pan Han looked at the zombie army behind him and vaguely felt that the fortieth floor would definitely be a high-level game.

He might even have to fight a magical duel!

Suddenly, Pan Han even found it very interesting.

The previous system prompts kept floating through his mind: Experience! Experience!

As soon as he reached the fortieth floor, Pan Han realized his prediction was correct.

This floor's style resembled a dojo, covered with various talismans.

In the middle of the corridor, there was a large altar table, covered with various offerings and incense.

A Daoist Robe Zombie, shriveled and thin, sat steadily in front of the altar.

"Hey, friend, can you speak human language?" Pan Han shone his flashlight into the Daoist Robe Zombie's eyes.

Was this polite? No, but it was fun.

Why use your brain when fighting zombies? Just enjoy it!

"Little friend, you speak quite interestingly!" Unexpectedly, the Daoist Robe Zombie actually spoke.

His tone was steady, his words clear, and without a microphone, everyone in the room could hear him perfectly.

"Full of confidence, overflowing with dominance, he's not to be trifled with!" Pan Han was drawn in by his aura and couldn't help but praise him!

"You are the newcomer!" After speaking, the Daoist Robe Zombie slowly stood up, brushed off the dust, and walked towards Pan Han.

"You speak quite interestingly too! Where are you from?" Pan Han wasn't in a hurry; it was rare to meet such a smooth-talking fellow, so he could have some fun.

The Daoist Robe Zombie heard Pan Han's words and slowly began to laugh, his laughter long and deep, like a wind chime in the dark night, carrying a hint of chill.

"Me?" He looked up at Pan Han, "I am one of the Ten Protectors of this building, the Owner of the fortieth floor. All Trial participants who enter this place are my cauldrons."

Pan Han was amused by the Daoist Robe Zombie's answer, "Goodness, you truly live up to being a Owner, your eloquence is excellent. Well then, let's begin. Let me see how many points you're worth first."

Ding, the wristband promptly alerted: 20,000 points!

Pan Han was greatly surprised after seeing it! This shriveled old man had such high combat power?

"Old man, let me test your skill first." With that, Pan Han instantly charged forward with his sword.

But his speed, in the Daoist Robe Zombie's eyes, was like a slow turtle crawl. The Daoist Robe Zombie slowly raised his hand, his five fingers like hooks, aiming straight for Pan Han's throat.

However, just as his hand was about to touch Pan Han's throat, Pan Han's peach wood sword suddenly thrust out, its sword qi like a dragon, rushing straight towards the Daoist Robe Zombie.

"Bang!" The Daoist Robe Zombie used both hands to block the peach wood sword.

An astonishing force erupted instantly, the air between them seemed to solidify for a moment, then vibrated violently.

Pan Han felt a powerful recoil, making it difficult for him to hold the peach wood sword, and his body was pushed back by the immense force.

Pan Han clenched his teeth, mobilized all his strength to steady his body, and then instantly unleashed a burst of sword qi, aiming straight for the Daoist Robe Zombie's vital point.

The Daoist Robe Zombie saw Pan Han's action, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but more so, admiration.

He watched the sword qi Pan Han unleashed, his body subtly shifting to avoid Pan Han's attack, and then he struck out with another palm, aiming directly for Pan Han's chest.

However, at this moment, Pan Han's peach wood sword instantly changed, sword qi surged, forming a sword wall that blocked the Daoist Robe Zombie's attack.

"Little friend, you've got some skills!" The Daoist Robe Zombie said approvingly, and then his figure suddenly vanished from his original spot.

Pan Han's eyes widened, clutching his peach wood sword, concentrating fully on searching for the Daoist Robe Zombie's figure.

Suddenly, a powerful air pressure assailed him from behind. He hurriedly swung his sword, but his reaction was still a step too slow, and the Daoist Robe Zombie's palm had already landed heavily on his back.

Pan Han grunted, was sent flying, and crashed into a wall.

When he turned around again, the Daoist Robe Zombie had already flown in front of him.

"Holy crap! He's too damn fast!" Pan Han yelled.

But before he could react, there were two smacks.

Pan Han took two solid slaps to the face!

In the apocalypse, he was actually slapped in the face by a zombie!!

How could he tolerate this?

"What are you looking at? Your boss got hit!"

Pan Han roared, waving his left hand, and the ringing of the bell echoed throughout the entire floor. Then, the zombie army he had just subdued appeared from all directions.

Though their steps were slow, their numbers were vast, forming a powerful sense of oppression!

"Surround him and kick him!" With that, Pan Han kicked off the wall with his back foot, using the momentum to fly out and land behind the zombie army.

The zombie army quickened their pace, gradually surrounding the Daoist Robe Zombie.

"Hmph, petty tricks, daring to show off before an expert! Great Mighty Dragon!" The Daoist Robe Zombie suddenly tore open his Daoist robe, revealing a tattoo of an Yinglong on his chest!

"Great your ass! Mighty your ancestors!" Pan Han didn't know what he was going to do, so he immediately threw a dagger.

It pierced through the horde of corpses, straight into the Daoist Robe Zombie's chest.

Pfft! Direct hit!

"Hey, that's no fun! I haven't even finished my incantation!" The Daoist Robe Zombie had a speechless expression.

"Did I give you permission to do that?!" Pan Han yelled back at him from behind the horde of corpses.

At this moment, the horde of corpses had already begun their attack.

A dozen arms embraced the Daoist Robe Zombie, and several others directly used their mouths to bite and tear.

"Hmph!" The Daoist Robe Zombie seemed a little angry, and suddenly he exerted force throughout his body, his muscles instantly tensing, becoming as hard as steel.

The zombies biting him couldn't even sink their teeth in.

"Hold him tight!" Pan Han saw that he wasn't dodging, and the bronze bell in his hand rang even more loudly.

It was unclear if the Daoist Robe Zombie underestimated him, or if his teleportation had a cooldown, but this time he didn't escape.

However, he still struggled a few times, but there were too many other zombies, and he simply couldn't break free.

"Hehehe, where do you think you're going to run!" Pan Han walked up to him with a smirk.

He took out his last talisman, spit on it, and pasted it on his forehead!

The Daoist Robe Zombie felt the power of the talisman, his whole body trembled, and his body gradually became stiff, unable to struggle anymore.

"You... what did you do to me?" The Daoist Robe Zombie's voice carried a hint of fear.

Pan Han smiled triumphantly, "Although I don't understand what's written on this talisman, as long as it works, that's all that matters!"

The Daoist Robe Zombie roared in anger, but he couldn't break free from the seal's bondage.

"Young man, you lack martial virtue!"

"Hehe!" Pan Han didn't waste words, thrusting his peach wood sword straight into his brow!

A golden light flashed, and the peach wood sword successfully pierced through his brain.

The Daoist Robe Zombie's gaze became unfocused, carrying regret, and he completely left the world.

Ding! Wristband notification: Points 92,000, ranking 40!

"Awesome!" Pan Han touched his swollen face. Although he was hit, getting so many points was worth it.

Immediately, with a clang of the bronze bell in his hand, the zombies released their arms, and the Daoist Robe Zombie fell stiffly to the ground.

"Let's go, brothers! To the next floor!"