One person: I am Li Buren, I cannot bear to do anything!

Li couldn't bear to leave Zhang Lingyu with only a detached view of his back.

He glanced at Feng Zhenghao, who had just arrived in the distance, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Of everyone present, the one who should step in to save Feng Xingtong right now is Feng Zhenghao."

"Of all those present, the one least likely to save Feng Xingtong right now is Feng Zhenghao."

At this moment, Wang Bing was walking towards Feng Xingtong, who was curled up on the ground.

"You stole my supplements? You've got some nerve."

"You dare to show off your incomplete version of Spirit Binding and Commanding in front of me?"

"You just wait and see, your Feng family is nothing but a dog of my Wang family! It always has been, and it still is!"

Feng Xingtong's convulsing body trembled uncontrollably, but her eyes remained fiercely fixed on Wang Bing.

"Dare to glare at me? Even a dog dares to glare at its owner?!"

A muffled thud was heard, and another kick landed.

"Since you've stolen my main course for today, I'll just have some dessert here to fill my stomach..."

As he spoke, Wang Bing actually launched the Spirit Binding and Commanding Technique directly at Feng Xingtong, pulling Prince Zhong out of the room.

"It's an old man? But it's alright, it's still edible."

"Let me taste what this old man tastes like!"

At this moment, Feng Xingtong was already at his limit, and he didn't even have the strength to resist Wang Bing's forceful binding of spirits and command of generals.

He could only watch helplessly as Prince Zhong's spirit flew away from his body.

Anger surged through Feng Xingtong, and the thick taste of blood in his throat and the tearing pain in his abdomen struck him simultaneously.

This almost made him faint on the spot, and his vision went black.

"No, please, let go of the old man..."

Everyone present felt a pang of anxiety watching this scene.

The opponent was a junior of Wang Ai, one of the Ten Elders, and it was a competition at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, so for a time no one had a reason to stop him.

Li couldn't bear to look at Feng Zhenghao in the distance, who was no longer calm and was starting to grit his teeth.

He glanced again at Zhang Lingyu, who was looking down and clutching his sleeves.

He shook his head, straightened his newly tied hair bun with his hand, and looked indifferent.

"If you hesitate and waver even when it comes to doing what you want to do, how can your heart be steadfast in your pursuit of the Way?"

Without waiting any longer, Li Buren took direct action, using his Qi to freeze Wang Bing's movements in mid-air.

"Feng Xingtong has already conceded defeat; you have won."

Upon seeing Li Buren suddenly make a move, everyone's eyes immediately turned to this little-known senior disciple of Wudang.

"Wang Ai's great-grandson, wouldn't anyone have to give him some face?"

"Yes, so many people heard it but didn't dare to say anything, for fear of being targeted by Wang Ai!"

Old Master Zhang Zhiwei's eyes lit up as he stared at Li Buren.

"What an interesting little fellow."

Wang Bing was furious and glared at Li Buren, because Prince Zhong, who was right in front of him, was watching as he returned to Feng Xingtong's body.

Feng Xingtong was taken back by the medical staff who came up with the flow.

"What do you mean? Who heard him admit defeat?! How dare you openly break the rules of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, who do you think you are?!"

"Ask all these people here, who heard him beg for mercy?"

"You dare to break the rules of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony? You are truly audacious!!"

Li Buren stood on the stage, his expression calm, seemingly completely unconcerned about Feng Xingtong's anger.

"Who heard that?"

"I heard you!"

Li couldn't bear to answer his own question, and was just about to unleash his power when he heard the old Celestial Master on the stage speak.

"I heard it too. Feng Xingtong has indeed conceded defeat. Wang Bing has won this match."

"As for Li Buren, he really shouldn't have interfered in the competition. We will contact Wudang Mountain to deal with him severely when we get back."

The old master's words were tactful and watertight, yet they left people helpless.

What? You're saying Wudang Mountain is handling this severely?

Currently, the two people on Wudang Mountain who can handle Li Buren are Zhou Meng and Yunlong Zhenren.

They are Li Buren's master and grandmaster.

Wang Bing gritted his teeth, but still held back out of respect for the old Celestial Master.

Wang Ai on the stage turned to look at the old Celestial Master, her expression gloomy.

The old master then smiled.

"The younger generation is young and impetuous; do you expect us, at our age, to be so hot-blooded?"

Wang Ai stopped speaking and just stared intently at Li Buren to the side.

The old Taoist master on the stage smiled innocently, but once he spoke, Wang Ai had no chance to do anything on the spot.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Li Buren again.

The latter returned the greeting in a very generous manner, which, to onlookers, appeared to be an expression of gratitude to the Celestial Master.

But the old master had some doubts.

"I hope this kid doesn't blame me for stopping him from dealing with that Wang family guy..."

The audience was utterly shocked.

"Does the Wang family also know how to summon spirits and command generals?"

"It seems even stronger than the Feng family's Spirit Binding Technique?"

"Wang Bing's methods are far too ruthless!"

"Who is this Taoist priest? He remains so composed even in the presence of the Ten Elders; he truly possesses extraordinary bearing!"

Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao were both shocked and opened their mouths wide when they heard this.

Li Bu Ren ignored the enraged Wang Bing and instead looked at the ruthless and ambitious man who had truly displayed his magnanimity in this incident.

The president of the World Society, a top-tier organization of extraordinary individuals, one of the newly promoted Ten Elders, and the inheritor of the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

Feng Zhenghao.

After taking Feng Xingtong to the infirmary for the best possible treatment, Feng Zhenghao became unusually agitated and enraged.

He went straight to Wang Ai, who was resting on the mountaintop, all by himself.

Whether this old man is truly broad-minded or not remains to be seen, but his unusually large size is certainly remarkable.

He seemed to have known all along that Feng Zhenghao would come looking for him, and was currently puffing on his cigarette, the smoke swirling around him.

He seemed completely unconcerned about Feng Zhenghao's arrival, even exhaling a puff of smoke while squinting his eyes in bliss.

Feng Zhenghao took a deep breath. Under normal circumstances, he would definitely be able to fight this old fox calmly and peacefully.

But now that his family's eight unique skills have all been learned by others, he has lost his composure.

"Why is your Wang family using the spirit-binding and commanding abilities of my Feng family?!"

Wang Ai took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled slowly, his tufts of white beard twitched wickedly, and a dry sound came out of his throat.

"Your Feng family's ability to summon and control spirits?"

"Hehe, Feng Tianyang is too ashamed to say these things to you guys."

The old man smiled.

"Look at Zhang Huaiyi and Zhang Chulan. They are both inheritors of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, yet they hide and are afraid of being discovered."

"Why should your Feng family be allowed to live a life of integrity?"

A bad feeling welled up in Feng Zhenghao's heart.

He recalled what Feng Tianyang had said to him when he was teaching him how to summon spirits and command generals.

Wang Ai continued speaking.

"Feng Tianyang of your Feng family fell into misfortune and ended up in the hands of our Wang family."

"Your grandfather was decisive; he immediately knelt down and begged my father to spare his life."

"My father is kind-hearted. He didn't bully him. He just told him to leave behind his secret techniques and then leave."

"He also follows the rules, vowing not to pass on your complete secret techniques, so that my Wang family will always be superior to your Feng family."

"The art of summoning and commanding spirits—what you possess is incomplete!"

"Do you understand now?"

"Your Feng family's success today is thanks to your grandfather's countless acts of kowtow and supplication!"

Feng Zhenghao was already sweating profusely.

After a long pause, this ruthless man made what was perhaps the most correct decision of his life.