"Bai Xiaofei, Feng Mo, Uncle Tu, and Mu Xi of the Five Elements Formation. Adding it all up, this knock-off Corpse King actually managed to fight four Heaven Tier experts. Just how powerful must the real Corpse King be?"
"The Young Cult Master's strength is at least above the Heaven Tier, but hasn't reached the God Tier."
"The Young Cult Master is at best a demigod, but Uncle Tu's move is practically a divine skill already."
"I counted Tu's strongest form—he really has sixteen-pack abs. Uncle Tu is so badass!"
"Even though Uncle Tu isn't handsome enough, honestly, he gives such a strong sense of security, just like our old man."
"An old-school Heaven Tier ultimate technique is something capable of slaying gods."
"Why didn't Uncle Tu use the Demon Sealing Wave?"
"To the person above, are you crossing fandoms? I might as well say Kamehameha. Do you think anyone who grows muscle learned it from that perverted old man in beach shorts all year round?"
In the Corpse Brother Plane,
Uncle Tu's terrifyingly powerful move made various factions somewhat wary. The Corpse King's side also decided that until he fully recovered his strength, he would definitely steer clear of these individuals. If this Uncle Tu were to hit him with a move like that, while it wouldn't kill him outright, it would still be more than enough to handle.
Meanwhile, on the streets of H City, a fat man wearing a face mask was relying on his childhood martial arts training to take down and deal with several zombies…
Chapter 707