Chapter 162: Abominable Beast

When Meng Yifan and Zuo Moyan were locked in a great battle on the fifth floor of Wanxiang Tower, he had already drawn upon the Spiritual Power of his subjects once.

This had left the commoners' Spiritual Power in a weakened state, and now, as they shouted once more, another wave of Spiritual Power flew out from their Mud Pill Palaces, converging into the Luolong County Great Seal in Meng Yifan's hand.

"Huh!" Meng Yifan was stunned for a moment; he saw that with the arrival of this Spiritual Power, the commoners on the periphery began to collapse in droves.

Over ten thousand people all fell to the ground, and the streets were filled with people lying everywhere; the scene was quite terrifying and made Meng Yifan tremble with fear.

After a careful check, Meng Yifan discovered that these commoners had merely exhausted too much Spiritual Power in a short time and had fallen into a coma; they only needed a good rest to recover.

This also made Meng Yifan understand that he could not draw upon the subjects' Spiritual Power without limit, or else it might cause them to exhaust too much Spiritual Power and lead to death.

"Kill!" Wang Laoshi and his wife were just ordinary people. After their son went missing, they hadn't rested well for a long time, which meant their mental state was already poor. Yet, facing the murderer who killed their son, the couple shouted with all their might; even though their throats were hoarse, they still roared loudly.

Meng Yifan saw that the Spiritual Power drifting out from their Mud Pill Palaces was purer than that of the others.

As these two streams of Spiritual Power flew out, two lines of bloody tears even flowed from the corners of Wang Laoshi and his wife's eyes.

The two of them didn't bother to wipe them away; their Spiritual Power was even more depleted, but a will supported them as they stood there, eyes splitting with rage, staring straight at Zuo Moyan, wishing they could rush over and tear his flesh and blood apart.

"Kill!" Meng Yifan pointed the Luolong County Great Seal in his hand forward, and a torrent of Spiritual Power surged majestically toward Zuo Moyan.

"Dynasty Luck? Spiritual will? How is this possible? How could it be like this?" Zuo Moyan was dumbfounded.

If he were still in his original body, with his strength as a Third-Grade Immortal Cultivator, he would have had ways to resist this impact of Spiritual Power.

But the body he had possessed was only a Second Grade Martial Artist; even though he mobilized all his True Qi to try and resist the impact of Spiritual Power, his mind still froze for an instant.

Zuo Moyan's Spirit Core was that of a Third-Grade Immortal Cultivator, so he only froze for an instant before regaining his senses. He immediately employed the Youyu Movement Technique, wanting to flee at high speed, but unfortunately, it was too late.

While Meng Yifan was using the Luolong County Great Seal to launch the Spiritual Power impact, his body was moving at high speed toward Zuo Moyan.

By the time Zuo Moyan regained his senses, Meng Yifan had already arrived within three meters of him.

"Whoosh!" The Binding Demon Rope at Meng Yifan's waist shot out like a venomous snake leaving its hole. The tip of the Binding Demon Rope was like a giant python opening its bloody maw, instantly biting onto Zuo Moyan's legs.

Originally, if Meng Yifan wanted to use the Artifact Demon-binding Rope, he needed to hold the Dharma Artifact and channel True Qi into it. But now that he had become a First-grade Immortal Cultivator, he only needed to input a wisp of Spirit Power into the Binding Demon Rope to control it in battle remotely.

This was the special nature of Immortal Cultivators. It is said that Sword Cultivators can control a Flying Sword to decapitate an enemy from several kilometers away. Meng Yifan's strength was limited for now, so he could only drive the Dharma Artifact to fight within two meters of his body.

"Damn it!" Zuo Moyan's legs were bound by the Binding Demon Rope, and he knew he couldn't escape.

At this life-or-death moment, Zuo Moyan brought up his backer, threatening, "Kid, you cannot kill me. My master is an Immortal Master of the Astrological Bureau."

"The Immortal Masters are transcendent, pursuing the Long Life Avenue, and cooperating with the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty is only for the sake of cultivation resources."

"They are high and mighty and usually ignore the affairs of the mortal world, but if you kill me, my master will definitely come to avenge me. If you don't want the entire city's commoners to be buried with you, then obediently let me go."

Meng Yifan did not hesitate; he rushed over, and with a horizontal slash of his Ghost Head Blade, he chopped off Zuo Moyan's head.

Zuo Moyan's original body had already been destroyed by Meng Yifan, and even his Divine Soul was severely damaged; the two were already mortal enemies.

Even if he let Zuo Moyan go, he would just bring reinforcements to seek revenge. Since that was the case, why bother sparing him?

Killed is killed. As for whether Zuo Moyan's master would come to find Meng Yifan for revenge in the future, Meng Yifan was somewhat worried, but not to the point of fear.

He had the Game Panel; he only needed to be given some time, and he could rapidly improve his strength. By then, if Zuo Moyan's teacher really came, it would just be delivering Dharma Treasures, cultivation resources, and Experience Value to him.

"You just wait, my master will avenge me! Kid, you will die a horrible death!" Zuo Moyan only had his head left, and fresh blood flowed out in torrents from beneath it, yet he still wouldn't die, continuing to curse loudly.

"Noisy!" Meng Yifan snorted coldly. With a wave of the Ghost Head Blade, a powerful suction force appeared once more, enveloping Zuo Moyan's Divine Soul.

Soon, Zuo Moyan's Spirit Core was sucked out. He had already used the Clone Secret Technique once and could not use it again in a short time, so he could only be pulled bit by bit into the special space inside the Ghost Head Blade.

With Zuo Moyan's Spirit Core suppressed, the battle inside Wanxiang Tower soon ended. The clerks and the manager of Wanxiang Tower were all captured by Meng Dayong and locked in the dungeon first, to be interrogated for their crimes later.

The cultivation manuals, Pills, and weapons inside Wanxiang Tower were all Meng Yifan's spoils of war; these things could speed up the soldiers' training and improve individual combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

The battle was over, and over ten thousand people outside Wanxiang Tower had fallen into a coma. Meng Yifan arranged for people to carefully look after the unconscious crowd. After Liu Zhongyong's diagnosis, these people only needed to sleep well for a day to wake up.

However, within a week, Meng Yifan could not draw upon their Spiritual Power again, or it would cause serious mental damage and might even lead to a large number of commoners becoming vegetative.

"Lord Meng, can we go see our son?" Wang Laoshi and his wife had suffered severe Spiritual Power depletion, but a force of willpower supported them so they didn't fall into a coma, yearning to see their son as soon as possible, even if their son was already dead.

"Follow me." Meng Yifan felt some sympathy for Wang Laoshi and his wife, and he brought them to the fifth floor of Wanxiang Tower, where many Zombies were still stored.

After Zuo Moyan died, these Zombies had no one to command them and became like statues, standing still. However, Meng Yifan discovered that the Runes on these Zombies were rapidly dissipating.

If the Runes disappeared completely, these Zombies would lose control and, driven by their Bloodthirsty instincts, would crazily devour all flesh and blood before them. That would be a catastrophe for the people of Luolong County.

Meng Yifan had mastered the Nine Yin Corpse Refining Art, but his cultivation was limited; even with that Triangular Command Flag, he could at most command one Third-Grade Zombie.

He prepared to keep those three Third-Grade Zombies and slowly refine them with his own Spirit Power, while the other low-grade Zombies would be cremated as soon as possible to prevent them from losing control and harming the commoners.

"My son, my son." Wang Laoshi and his wife finally saw their son; they embraced Wang Shitou with joy and wept uncontrollably.

Wang Laoshi's wife was named 'Liu Meihua'. She hugged Wang Shitou tightly, as if afraid that her son would disappear from before her eyes again. The bloody tears at the corners of her eyes flowed continuously, dripping down her cheeks, and happened to drip into Wang Shitou's mouth, which Wang Shitou then swallowed subconsciously.

Wang Shitou's eyes suddenly brightened, as if a starving ghost had suddenly seen a delicacy. Those few drops of fresh blood let him taste the sweetness, and he suddenly opened his mouth, bit into Liu Meihua's shoulder, and began to devour Liu Meihua's blood in large gulps.

"Ah!" Liu Meihua let out a miserable shriek, but she didn't push Wang Shitou away; instead, she patted Wang Shitou's back dotingly, just like a nursing mother feeding her infant, the ignorant infant biting the mother who loved him dearly.

"Abominable beast!" Meng Yifan shouted loudly, waving the Triangular Command Flag in his hand, intending to destroy Wang Shitou's body and soul.

"Lord Meng, don't do it, I'm fine." Liu Meihua stopped Meng Yifan and said with a choked voice, "My son is hungry; if he wants to eat, just let him eat more."

"Mother of the child, wait a moment, you rest, let Shitou eat my flesh and blood," Wang Laoshi said from the side.