He took out two pieces of paper, one to cover the portrait of the Zhang Family’s ancestor, and the other to cover the least important disciples at the bottom. Only the middle row was left, which seemed to comprise cultivators who looked like elders of the Zhang Family. Mo Hua randomly picked one, staring straight at him. Within just a few breaths of time, that "person" also turned his head to look at Mo Hua. It was another zombie face. A hooked nose, drooping corners of the eyes, a fierce and sinister face, and an iron-blue complexion. It was an Iron Corpse! Upon seeing Mo Hua, it showed a malicious expression, and then a greedy look flashed through its pale eyes. With a swift movement, it dove into Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness. After entering Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness, the Iron Corpse was taken aback. Even though it was an elder and had seen much of the world, it was still shocked by Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness. Then it burst into a wild cackle. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 Its laughter was hoarse, its throat damaged, grating and unpleasant to the ear. Mo Hua, who was hidden to the side, nodded to himself. It seemed that even the Iron Corpse Elder couldn’t discern his concealment... Mo Hua then tiptoed up behind the Iron Corpse with his stick in hand, raised the Thousand Jun Stick high, and brought it down on the Iron Corpse’s head with all his might. The Thousand Jun Stick struck the back of the Iron Corpse’s head. Mo Hua even heard a "clang" sound. It was like the noise of iron striking against iron. His palm, too, tingled slightly from the vibration. And that Iron Corpse Elder, after being hit, stumbled, its face twisted in a ferocious and somewhat dazed expression, turning around to see Mo Hua, looking even more surprised. After a moment, it regained its composure, its eyes becoming even greedier. Looking at Mo Hua was like eyeballing a millennium-old ginseng. Mo Hua felt somewhat regretful. It seemed that the Iron Corpse’s strength was still considerable. The sneak attack hadn’t done much damage. This Iron Corpse Elder, with a solid silhouette, wasn’t like the common Walking Corpses that would disperse with a single hit. Even after getting hit by the stick, it only stumbled a few times, showed a pained expression, but sustained no real injuries. The two stood off against each other, neither making a move hastily. The Iron Corpse Elder couldn’t fathom the extent of Mo Hua’s abilities, and despite its covetousness, it also had its reservations. It scrutinized Mo Hua carefully, glancing around, and suddenly realizing, said in a hoarse voice, "I was wondering why several disciples entered your Sea of Consciousness but couldn’t leave, turns out they fell to your wicked hands!" Divine Thought Manifestation, profound Divine Sense. Not a bit inferior to this Iron Corpse Elder itself. Those disciples of the Zhang Family at the Walking Corpse realm were certainly no match for this young cultivator. Dying by his hand was nothing to complain about. Mo Hua remained noncommittal. The Iron Corpse Elder’s expression turned fierce in a flash, "You killed the Zhang Family disciples, what should be your punishment?" Mo Hua muttered in his mind, "Not only do I want to kill your Zhang Family disciples, but I also want to kill your Zhang Family ancestors..." However, outwardly, he simply said with indifference, "They wanted to eat me, and I killed them, it’s their own fault." The Iron Corpse Elder snorted coldly, "They just wanted to nibble on a bit of your Divine Sense, yet you killed them. For someone so young, your methods are rather cruel." Mo Hua was stunned, "Have you become so rotten after turning into a zombie that you can even say such a thing?" The Iron Corpse Elder harrumphed. In its mind, it was calculating Mo Hua’s strength. This youngster’s Divine Thought Manifestation must be an innate talent. But a clash of Divine Thought isn’t that simple. Even with some talent, how could this youngster compare with the Corpse Path techniques inherited by the Zhang Family for hundreds of years? He might be able to take advantage of the weaker disciples. But now that it had entered the fray, this little cultivator would be a grand feast for all the disciples of the Zhang Family! The Iron Corpse Elder looked at the fresh and lovely Mo Hua, unable to resist licking its lips. Mo Hua also understood its intentions and scoffed in his mind, "Who will be whose feast is not yet certain." The Iron Corpse Elder, unable to contain itself, watched Mo Hua. It suddenly opened its wide mouth, revealing rows of sharp, ferocious fangs, smeared with stinking Corpse Poison. Its body turned into a streak of green light, lunging straight for Mo Hua with a bite. Its attack appeared swift, but every move had long been anticipated by Mo Hua. Mo Hua performed the Water Passing Step, nimbly dodging the Iron Corpse Elder’s onslaught. With a surge of effort, the Iron Corpse Elder attacked relentlessly with various claw strikes from different angles, all of which Mo Hua dodged one after the other. Mo Hua even stepped on the Iron Corpse Elder’s head and smoothly retreated. The Iron Corpse Elder was both agitated and furious. This young brat dare to humiliate it? It made as if to lunge again but realized that Mo Hua, who had put some distance between them, pointed a finger from afar, and a flash of fire appeared. A fireball whistled toward it. The Iron Corpse Elder’s pupils contracted, only having time to cross its arms over its face for protection. The Fireball Technique then exploded in front of it. The sleeves covering its arms were burned away, revealing the iron-blue, corpse-like limbs. On the burned arms, the flesh was singed black. And flames were still licking around its body. The Iron Corpse Elder inhaled sharply. Fireball Technique? How was it possible? How could Divine Sense condense into a spell? It realized something was wrong... This youngster didn’t just have good luck or a natural talent for Divine Thought Manifestation. He must have inherited a spell point for Divine Thought! Manifesting spells within the Sea of Consciousness. This technique was extremely clever; having parasitized the portrait for so long and having consumed so many cultivators’ Divine Sense, it had never seen such a thing before, or even heard of it. Even the ancestors probably didn’t know of this method. The Iron Corpse Elder felt fear creeping in. "We need to take a long-term approach..." Facing this youngster alone would be unwise. They would need to gather the full strength of the Zhang Family, make other plans, kill this youngster, and then feast on his Divine Sense. If the opportunity arose, they could even seize his inheritance! The Zhang Family’s power would surely grow immensely!