"The dead cannot come back to life. No matter how yang a corpse might be, death is final, and it will eventually turn to dust." The representative of Nestorianism expressed calmly.

As they were talking, a hand suddenly extended from the middle of the desert.

A golden hand, emanating golden light, shot straight up to high heaven, like a flashlight pointed at the sky.

"It seems our wager won’t determine a winner." Mr. Zhao said to the young Taoist.

"You will definitely breathe your last breath before me; I know Embryonic Breathing, I’m especially good at holding my breath. When it comes to the last breath, surely you’ll give up before me." The young Taoist replied.

"Alright, before I die, let me show you my Karmic Fire Lotus Lantern!"

Mr. Zhao finished speaking and pulled out something with polygonal shapes from his blue robe, it turned out to be a folded paper lantern.

Normal household lanterns are usually painted with flowers, grass, and human forms; but this lantern depicted all sorts of blue-faced, fang-baring ghost faces of Underworld Envoys.

Mr. Zhao took out a match to light the lantern’s wick.

A gloomy green glow emerged from within the lantern, resembling ghost fire, casting an even more ominous and terrifying light on the images on the lantern’s paper.

"Isn’t this just ghost fire? What’s so mystical about it?" The young Taoist asked.

"There’s nothing mystical really, it just ignites upon touch, erasing all karmic ties."

Chapter 2001 The Bandit

"A fine erasure of karmic ties. Let’s see if your Karmic Fire Lotus Lantern can truly erase this particular karmic tie today." The young Taoist said to Mr. Zhao.

A group of people began to walk toward the light at the center of Lop Nur.

It was a person with a body radiating golden light from head to toe.

With a suit of armor, a purple-gold feather crown, a long spear measuring ten feet, tall and burly, with a square face and long beard, truly mighty!

"Bandit, bring me your worthless life!"

The Yang Corpse could speak as it rushed toward the group with spear in hand.

Among those present, regardless of Taoist Arts, Song Xiaodong was the fastest and strongest. Seeing the Yang Corpse had no special skills, he charged forward.

The Yang Corpse thrust its spear toward Song Xiaodong’s abdomen, but Song Xiaodong swiftly dodged; Sun Yiyi and Chu Xianling followed close from behind, launching their fists and kicks at the Yang Corpse.

The Yang Corpse was robust and powerful but not quick. It couldn’t evade Sun Yiyi and Chu Xianling; their punches and kicks landed on the Yang Corpse, but it remained unmoved, while the blows left Sun Yiyi and Chu Xianling’s limbs numb, forcing them to retreat.

No one knew whether it was the corpse’s body or the armor on it that was hard.

Song Xiaodong moved to the side of the Yang Corpse and tossed a silver needle to probe its depth, only to hear a "ding" as the needle was flicked far away.

Back in South Sudan, one of Song Xiaodong’s silver needles could puncture the high-strength synthetic material bulletproof vest of an American jungle special task force member. Yet now, it couldn’t penetrate the Yang Corpse’s leather armor.

The Yang Corpse turned its head and used a Backhorse Spear Technique; Song Xiaodong quickly rolled over, shouting to Sun Yiyi and Chu Xianling: "Retreat!"

The three of them flickered back to their starting position.

"My turn!" The Nestorianism representative, without fear, picked up the Crucifix Sword and charged forth, landing three hard blows against the Yang Corpse as "clang, clang, clang", but the Crucifix Sword incurred three notches.

The Nestorianism representative stared at his Holy Sword, unsure of what to do.

The Yang Corpse seized the opportunity, aiming to thrust its spear into the representative’s heart.

Seeing the situation, the young Taoist covered ten meters in an instant and arrived in front of the representative, raising the Golden Sword. Its golden light exploded, intercepting the spear’s thrust, embedding the Taoist’s omnidirectional shoes deeply into the sand.

The Yang Corpse, with immense strength, after the failed spear attack, followed with a kick that sent the young Taoist and the Nestorianism representative flying over ten meters, rendering them unconscious on the sandy ground.

"Nestorianism is right, a corpse returns to the jurisdiction of King Yama, even if a Yang Corpse!"

Upon saying this, Mr. Zhao shook his body, revealing half of King Yama’s form behind him, scolding the Yang Corpse: "Impudent!"

With the word spoken, a wave of sound emanated, causing the Yang Corpse to stagger back half a step.

Yet the Yang Corpse did not retreat, instead revitalizing itself, it charged toward Mr. Zhao. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Smack!"

Mr. Zhao took out his Inkstone and slammed it into the air, while it seemed the Yang Corpse was struck by something, its legs were driven into the sand, leaving only its upper body exposed.

However, the Yang Corpse’s body did not incur any substantial damage.

Unlike when dealing with a Yin Corpse, Mr. Zhao’s Inkstone could not make the Yang Corpse bleed.

The Yang Corpse used its spear as a lever on the sandy ground, launching itself back up, continuing its charge toward Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao once again slammed down the Inkstone fiercely.

"Crack!"

A cracking sound was heard as Mr. Zhao’s Inkstone shattered.

The Yang Corpse, having learned, seeing Mr. Zhao’s Inkstone slamming down, lifted both hands preemptively, effortlessly supporting the massive Inkstone held by King Yama’s illusion above its own head.

"How careless you are! I was waiting for your demise to use that Inkstone!" Ten meters away, the young Taoist climbed from the sand, his face covered with grit, and commented as he saw Mr. Zhao’s shattered Inkstone.

Yet the Yang Corpse remained unswerving.

"Impressive, neither Monk Benwu could withstand your Inkstone, but this Yang Corpse surpasses even a monk’s Golden Body!" The young Taoist exclaimed.

The Yang Corpse was instantly upon Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao drew out his Ruler and struck down against the air.

The Yang Corpse still didn’t evade, only a crisp metallic impact sound was heard, sending the Yang Corpse flying, landing on the sandy ground.

"Take me over there!" The Nestorianism representative who had just gotten up from beside the young Taoist asked the young Taoist.

The young Taoist grabbed the representative’s hand; closing his eyes, they appeared beside the Yang Corpse, who lay on the ground.