I Bit Everyone and Became the Strongest Zombie Cultivator

The commotion suddenly turned into chaos as everyone started complaining. After catching wind that the previous tournament's winner is most probably joining the next tournament, everyone started speaking up for themselves. It didn't take long before riot ensued outside the red and golden building.

"What's the matter here?" One of the guards spoke up, trying to appease the whole crowd.

"That guy! He's joining the Red Sea Tournament again! Isn't that practically cheating?!"

"Yeah! How could we have a chance in getting the reward this time? And if he were to join every year, doesn't that mean that he'll just be monopolizing the spirit beasts that Shelter Leader willingly bestowed upon us?"

The guard looked to the left and right, not knowing what to do. For all he knew, there were no rules that stated that one is ineligible to join the tournament if he won the previous one.

Suddenly, a cold, bone-chilling aura, enveloped the entire area as the white-haired and blue-eyed person summoned his spirit beast. His eyes turned into plain white, making him seem overwhelming. "Silence!" His voice was like multiple waves crashing onto the shore.

Raise.

Everyone fell silent. The man was just in the lower levels of the King Realm but he released such pressure that everyone froze on their spot. After raising his hand, he began pointing at people one at a time.

"You! You! You and you and you!" He repeated like a broken record. "All of you have joined this tournament more than four times now. You, and you and you, you've joined this tournament three times now... and most of you have joined this tournament two or more times. This is just my second time joining the tournament and yet I'm not eligible? if that's the case, then shouldn't all of you be eligible in joining this tournament as well? What prejudice do you have against me that your self-spoken rules only apply to me?"

"B-but! You've already won a tournament!" One of the people in the crowd managed to speak up amidst the pressure that the white-haired guy released.

"Is it my fault? No, it's all your fault. The only reason why I won the tournament was that I worked hard for it. Anyone would've won it! Instead of making up excuses and putting all the blame and hate on me, why don't all of you focus on your cultivation first and try to improve? Some of you were on higher cultivation than I am, and yet, I managed to beat all of you in the last tournament. Why is that? It's because I've worked harder and cultivated longer than all of you. Losing the tournament is not my fault, it's all your fault individually for failing to bring out the maximum potential of your cultivations."

Clap.

Clap.

Before I knew it, I was clapping to the motivating speech that this guy just gave everyone. I could tell that he wasn't putting himself up on a pedestal, he was trying to make everyone realize that they weren't working hard. In terms of age and talent, this white-haired kid is below average. He's already at least twenty-five years old and yet he's only in the lower levels of the King Realm. Still, his control over his cultivation is more proficient compared to the ones in the crowd. He was speaking the truth and only the truth.

"That's right! Don't blame him!"

"Yeah! You're more talented than him and yet you blame him for winning the tournament?"

"Like an idiot blaming the stone when he tripped on it himself. How disappointing."

To my surprise, those people talking to the white-haired kid agreed to what he said. Even I completely agree with what he just said. As someone who worked harder than anyone else in my previous life, I know how hard and painstaking that path is.

"Who are you? How could you agree to him?"

"Yeah! You're also just a guest here, you don't even know what's happening here."

"Get out of here!"

Since they didn't stand a chance in front of the white-haired kid, they started directing their hatred and anger towards me just because I looked way younger and inexperienced compared to him. Just like I thought, they really are a shameless bunch who would just blame everything on everyone if something doesn't go their way.

As someone who has experienced many near-death encounters in the past on my journey to the Transcendence Realm, my killing intent was honed to an extent that it can even pressure someone in the Dao Realm like Shen Rong. "System, can you block my ferocity and rage skills again, I want to activate my killing intent once again."

"I understand, Yongrui."

<Killing intent activated.>

<Do you want to maximize the effect of your activated skill?>

<Yes/No>

"Yes," I muttered.

The System didn't even bother warning me beforehand. In a split second, a menacing aura erupted from my body. The pressure was so great that even those who were a realm above me (King Realm cultivators) and those who were two realms above me (Emperor Realm cultivators) kneeled down on the ground as blood escaped their mouths. I didn't expect my killing intent to be so powerful that it could even bring Emperor Realm cultivators on their knees.

The only one who remained standing up was the white-haired guy. As for Wu Yan, my killing wasn't directed towards her so she didn't feel anything.

"Someone from the Spirit Realm... impossible!" The white-haired guy muttered.

The rest of the crowd were speechless after they were reduced to their knees by none other than a mere Spirit Realm cultivator.

Before the damage became irreparable, I withdrew the pressure I applied towards them and walked forward, my eyes fixed on the white-haired guy. "You're all weak. Even a mere Spirit Realm cultivator could bring you down to your knees. How pathetic." I voiced out. "If you had the strength to go out of your way to complain about injustice, then work on your own cultivation first. You all won't get far in life if you keep on blaming someone else for your shortcomings!"

Oops... my instinct as a Sect Master before is taking over!

"Greetings, young sir." The white-haired kid cupped his hands in greeting me. "I must say, I am inclined to take my words back. Surely, I haven't worked harder than you have. I never would've thought that someone from the Spirit Realm could release such intense killing intent."

"Well, for someone who had traveled the continent for five years solo, this much is normal." I tried to make up an excuse.

"Young sir?! You've traveled the outside world solo ever since the outbreak occurred?!" The white-haired man exclaimed. "May I trouble this young sir for his name?"

"Not at all, I'm Yong Rui. What's your name?" I asked, extending my hand.