The Ferocious God in the Celestial Master's Mansion

A dazzling golden light suddenly rose into the sky above the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain.

The golden light, vast as the sea and radiant as the sun, shot into the sky from the roof of the Celestial Master's Hall, instantly enveloping the entire courtyard of the Celestial Master's Mansion. Within the golden light, the shapes of dragons and tigers could be vaguely seen churning and roaring, and an overwhelming pressure, as if the sky were collapsing, swept out in all directions.

The shouts of battle from the front of the mountain seemed to have been choked by an invisible hand, and suddenly weakened.

The demons of Quanxing looked up at the golden light, their arrogance instantly replaced by fear.

"What...what is that?!"

"Such a powerful Golden Light Spell! This...this is the Old Celestial Master's technique?!"

"The Celestial Master has made his move! Run!"

A chorus of gasps erupted from the crowd.

Just then, a majestic figure slowly emerged from the golden light.

Zhang Zhiwei stood with his hands behind his back, his beard and hair all white. Dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, he looked like a god descending to earth under the golden light. His eyes were calm and undisturbed, yet they carried an undeniable majesty. He didn't even make a move; the golden light around him, as if alive, transformed into countless golden streaks, sweeping towards the Quanxing demons.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The dull thuds of impact rang out one after another.

Those usually arrogant and domineering Quanxing demons were as fragile as paper before this dazzling golden light, utterly vulnerable. Wherever the golden light passed, the crisp sound of bones breaking, screams, and pleas for mercy mingled together, echoing throughout the entire front mountain.

There is no suspense.

Zhang Zhiwei's Golden Light Mantra had long since reached its pinnacle, attaining a state of perfection. In this world, there were only a handful of extraordinary individuals who could withstand even a single blow from him. Not to mention these rabble of Quanxing.

Golden light surged, and dragons and tigers roared.

In a short while, the Quanxing demons who had broken into the Celestial Master's Mansion were all defeated. Some had their limbs broken by the golden light and lay paralyzed on the ground, howling in pain; some were bound like dumplings by the golden light and could not move; and others were directly knocked unconscious by the golden light and lost consciousness.

Only a few quick-witted individuals turned and ran the instant the golden light appeared, not daring to look back.

One of the smaller, more wiry-faced demons was the fastest. As he ran, he glanced back at the dazzling golden light and the imposing figure within it, and couldn't help but spit. He lowered his voice and angrily muttered, "Don't be ridiculous! Challenging Zhang Zhiwei? Among all the living supernatural beings, not one of them dares claim to be number one if this old man says he's second! Those idiots are practically asking for death!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a panting demon beside him quickly chimed in, "That's right! That's right! The Celestial Master's strength is unfathomable! We're lucky to have escaped with our lives!"

The skinny demon snorted coldly, his pace quickening: "Hmph! I don't want to end up like those idiots, having my arms and legs broken by the Old Celestial Master and being thrown into Dragon Tiger Mountain to be fed by Naked Tong! Run! Once we're out of there, we'll be safe!"

As they ran, they muttered to themselves, feeling the golden pressure behind them weakening, and their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, gradually calmed down.

They thought they had escaped with their lives.

Little did they know, a figure even more terrifying than the old Celestial Master's golden light had already blocked their path.

At the end of the mountain path, clouds and mist swirl around.

A figure dressed in a coarse Taoist robe stood there quietly.

In one hand he carried a black sword, its blade still dripping blood. Dark red drops of blood fell onto the bluestone slab, spreading into eerie flowers. In the other hand, he held a bloodied head, its eyes wide open, its death unfulfilled—it was none other than Gong Qing, the acting leader of the Quanxing Sect.

This person was Zhang Yulei, who had come from the back mountain.

His hair and beard were gray, and his face was covered with wrinkles, but his eyes were like two burning flames, crimson as blood and icy as ice. The murderous aura emanating from him was like a tangible blade, scraping the skin painfully. He stood there, motionless, yet he was like a demon crawling out of hell, making people afraid to look him in the eye.

The two Quanxing demons running at the front froze in relief the moment they saw Zhang Yulei.

Their steps abruptly stopped, as if they had been nailed to the ground, unable to move.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head, instantly engulfing my entire body.

"Who...who is that?!" the skinny demon cried out in shock, his voice filled with deep fear. "What...what is he carrying?!"

The demon beside him was already trembling with fear, his teeth chattering, and he couldn't even speak.

They could sense that the murderous aura emanating from the old Taoist priest was even more terrifying and suffocating than the golden light and oppressive power of the old Celestial Master!

Zhang Yulei's gaze slowly swept over the two of them.

Those crimson eyes, like two poisoned daggers, pierced through their disguise and saw through their fear.

"You scum of the Quanxing..." Zhang Yulei's voice was hoarse and deep, as if it came from the deepest hell, "Run? Do you think you can escape?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved.

There was no warning whatsoever.

His figure appeared before the two of them in an instant, like a black lightning bolt.

The black sword in his hand unleashed a golden bolt of lightning, moving with incredible speed.

"Pfft—"

A soft sound.

The thin, grotesque man didn't even see Zhang Yulei's movements before feeling a chill on his neck. Immediately afterward, a spurt of hot liquid gushed from his neck. He instinctively reached up to touch it, only to find it was warm blood.

"Well……"

A low whimper escaped his throat.

His body slowly collapsed.

In his final moments, only one thought remained in his mind—

regret.

I really regret it.

If I had known, I shouldn't have come to Longhu Mountain to cause trouble.

If I had known, I shouldn't have been so afraid of death and turned to run away.

Fighting Zhang Zhiwei, the old master, would at most result in broken arms and legs, but at least a spared life.

But this old Taoist priest in front of us sent him to his death with a single sword strike!

There wasn't even a sliver of room for resistance!

The demon next to him was terrified when he saw the skinny demon fall down, and he turned to run away.

But as soon as he took a step, he was cut in half by a golden bolt of lightning.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream echoed throughout the entire mountain path.

Blood and entrails were splattered all over the ground.

Zhang Yulei slowly sheathed his sword, the lightning on its blade gradually fading. He looked down at the two corpses on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion.

He raised his head and looked towards the other end of the mountain path.

There, several Quanxing demons were hiding behind rocks, trembling and not daring to breathe.

They witnessed the moment Zhang Yulei made his move.

too fast.

It's too cruel.

so horrible.

The golden lightning, the suffocating killing intent, and the merciless killing move all instilled fear in them to the core.

"Get out here."

Zhang Yulei's voice rang out again.

This time, his tone carried an undeniable air of authority.

At the other end of the mountain path, there was a rustling sound.

Several Quanxing demons, like stray dogs, scrambled out and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Master, spare me! Master, spare me!"

"We were forced! Gong Qing forced us to come!"

"We dare not do it again! We dare not trespass on Longhu Mountain again! Please, Taoist priest, spare our lives!"

Their voices were choked with sobs, filled with fear.

Zhang Yulei, carrying Gong Qing's head, walked towards them step by step.

With each step he took, the blood on the bluestone slab would leave a clear footprint on the sole of his shoe.

With each step he took, the aura of hostility around him intensified.

His gaze fell on the faces of the group.

These people, dressed in tattered clothes, with expressions of fear and obsequiousness on their faces, certainly looked like members of the lowest rungs of the Quanxing sect.

But Zhang Yulei's eyes remained completely unmoved.

All the demons of the Quanxing sect are mortal enemies, regardless of rank or social status.

Seventy years ago, in the battle of Blood Moon Valley, he slew countless Japanese pirates and demons; seventy years later, in the chaos of Dragon Tiger Mountain, he will wipe out all these Quanxing scum.

"Spare them?" A cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of Zhang Yulei's lips. "When you stormed into Longhu Mountain and indiscriminately slaughtered your fellow disciples, did you ever consider sparing their lives?"

The men trembled violently, speechless.

"The rule of Longhu Mountain is: trespassers die."

Zhang Yulei's voice was resolute.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his black sword once more.

Golden lightning crackled across the blade.

A flicker of despair crossed their eyes. They wanted to escape, but their bodies seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move.

"Puff puff puff—"

Three sword lights flashed by.

Three heads shot into the sky.

Blood splattered onto Zhang Yulei's coarse Taoist robe, staining it crimson. Yet, he seemed oblivious, remaining standing there, his gaze coldly fixed on the corpse on the ground.

The mountain path was quiet again.

Only the heavy smell of blood remained, permeating the clouds and mist.

Zhang Yulei looked down at the head of Gong Qing that he was holding in his hand.

That head, with its eyes wide open, remained unseeing in death.

Zhang Yulei's gaze grew increasingly cold.

"Gong Qing, do you think that by lying low in Longhu Mountain for three years, you can scheme against my second senior brother? You think you can steal the secret from back then?" He murmured, his voice filled with murderous intent. "You're wrong... You were wrong from the very beginning."

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

There, the brilliant golden light still enveloped the entire courtyard.

Zhang Zhiwei's figure was still bathed in golden light, standing with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Yulei paused in his steps.

He knew that his senior brother was there.

He also knew that as long as he kept moving forward, he would meet his senior brother.

But he didn't move.

His gaze fell on the end of the mountain path, on the Quanxing demons who were still barely clinging to life.

His mission is not yet complete.

He wanted to kill all the Quanxing demons who had broken into Longhu Mountain.

He wanted to avenge his fallen fellow disciples.

He wanted to clear all obstacles for Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Yulei took a deep breath, and the Qi around his body surged wildly once again.

He carried Gong Qing's head, gripped his black sword, turned, and sped off towards the other end of the mountain path.

Golden lightning flashed once more.

The sword's cry, like a dragon's roar, echoed throughout the entire mountain path.

The golden light still shone brightly above the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Zhang Zhiwei stood with his hands behind his back, calmly observing the chaos below.

He could sense a familiar presence moving rapidly along the mountain path of Longhu Mountain.

That aura was powerful and domineering, carrying a thunderous force of extreme yang and strength, as well as a... malevolent energy that had been dormant for seventy years.

A faint smile slowly crept onto Zhang Zhiwei's lips.

"Junior Brother..."

He murmured softly, his voice carrying a hint of relief, but also a barely perceptible trace of helplessness.

"You finally came down the mountain."

He didn't move.

He knew that his junior brother needed to vent.

The blood of the Quanxing demons is needed to wash away the guilt and self-blame in my heart.

They need to use the power of thunder to prove that they have never fallen.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his head and looked towards the mountain path.

There, golden light and lightning echoed each other from afar.

One was the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, whose power and prestige shook the world.

One is the malevolent spirit of Longhu Mountain, who has been silent for seventy years.

They are fellow disciples.

They are the two pillars of Longhu Mountain.

This time, they will fight side by side to protect this thousand-year-old Taoist temple and this beautiful land.

At the end of the mountain path, Zhang Yulei's figure had already disappeared into the clouds and mist.

Only that golden lightning bolt remained, still flickering.

And the dragon-like sword cry still echoed.

The demons of Quanxing trembled under the light of the lightning.

Little did they know, the real nightmare had only just begun.

The evil spirit of Longhu Mountain has returned.