1556 Legend of the Zombie Arena (2)
"F*ck! How dare an ant from a Lower Star Domain be so arrogant?"
"Accident, this must be an accident! That punk must have lost his life because he was careless and allowed that stoic-faced girl to get him!"
"That's right!"
"It must be like that!"
The people of Shuntian Prefecture were all unable to believe that someone from a Lower Star Domain, who had only just laid foot in Shuntian Prefecture, could have such formidable martial might!
Unless it was… it was sheer dumb and blind luck that she was able to one-hit kill someone from the Leopard Mercenary Group.
Afterall, the Leopard Mercenary Group was a three-star mercenary group in their Shuntian Prefecture. Their members must be level-four or so spiritual cultivators at the very least.
Logically, these bunch of tiny ants from the Lower Star Domain were only around level-13 mystic cultivators.
The fact that a mere mystic cultivator could one-hit kill a spiritual cultivator?
No one believed it!
They merely felt like their eyesight had blurred, and that poor devil from the Leopard Mercenary Group just been nailed to death by an arrow.
Ha ha, what a laughable weakling.
He actually died in the hands of a mere mystic cultivator from a Lower Star Domain. People would surely laugh their heads off if they were to hear of it.
Qiao Mu noticed that other than those several thousand uproarious spectators in the grandstands, there were also several dozen winged intermediate-level zombies wandering about the periphery of this large stage.
Furthermore, there were also many corpses hanging from the edge of the stage. From the looks of it, they had been torn apart not long ago.
Qiao Mu blinked, and she unhurriedly switched to a crow repeating crossbow. She raised her arm to eye level and calmly aimed at one of the flying zombies.
These ugly things should be shot dead from a distance. If they got close, they would taint her clean clothing.
A crow-gold arrow flitted across the sky rapidly.
Everyone saw clearly this time.
That was a… high-rank mystic weapon. It looked quite out of the ordinary.
Even though the majority of them had muddled around in Shuntian Prefecture for many years, they might not even possess a decent mystic weapon, let alone a spiritual weapon.
A portion of people were casting covetous eyes when they saw the little fellow take out a mystic weapon.
But they were soon shocked by what they witnessed.
That little lady just stayed put and shot out several more arrows at the zombies flying in the periphery.
Afterwards, several explosions rang out, with the rupturing arrows releasing loud bangs while inside the zombies' bodies. They soon ripped off the first zombie's head, which crashed to the ground.
After that was the second one and the third one…
With a wave of Qiao Mu's hand, the white snakelet swiftly glided over while wiggling its petite body excitedly.
"Bite more people to death." Qiao Mu explained impassively, "Since they do not care about other people's lives at all, that means they themselves do not care about life or death! To them, life or death is just a joke."
"Mhm, mhm. Little Master, I'm going now!" The white snakelet excitedly wiggled its small body before transforming into a great void serpent in the blink of an eye. Its head was as tall as a mountain, and its tail was extremely burly.
It opened its mouth and clamped onto several people's arms. Those people paled in horror and screamed when black smoke rose from their arms.
The white snakelet was manipulating the energy of the netherworld to control a portion of people to slaughter the others.
The grandstands no longer resonated with laughter and cheers and were instead filled with frantic screams and shouts.
How did it become like this? The arena descended into chaos.
