In the Zombie World, I Drew Superhuman Blood from the Start

Uncle Jiu looked at Xu Tian, a hint of admiration in his eyes. “Fellow Daoist Xu, you possess such astonishing strength. I know a set of boxing techniques that will help you unleash your divine power to its fullest.” Xu Tian grinned, brimming with confidence. “Uncle Jiu, I'm already this strong. Why would I need boxing techniques? Isn't it more satisfying to settle things with one punch?” Daoist Simu warned him gravely, “Brother Xu, that royal zombie is no ordinary foe. Be careful when you face it.” Xu Tian stood tall, brimming with confidence. “Don't worry, Daoist. I'm strong enough to lift mountains. What have I got to fear?” Mao Xiaofang also cautioned him, “Fellow Daoist Xu, that Xuan Kui is a silver-armored Zombie King. Don't underestimate his strength. Be sure to proceed carefully.” Xu Tian threw a few punches, unconcerned. “Daoist Mao, I have divine power. I know what I'm doing.” Bai Rourou nestled against Xu Tian and asked curiously, “Husband, how did your cultivation improve so quickly?” Xu Tian smiled proudly. “Because I have the divine power of sunlight. I get stronger just by basking in the sun!” Whether facing a Ghost King, Zombie King, Demon King, or Demon Lord, Xu Tian declared boldly, “One punch and they're done! If one punch isn't enough, then two! Nothing in this world is unbreakable!”