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

As the smoke and dust cleared, half of the Wang family's retainers had fainted from the combined effects of the exhaustion and the killing power of the Five Thunder Talisman.

The remaining dozen or so retainers of the Wang family, all covered in wounds, scattered and approached Li Buren, surrounding him completely.

Li Buren also put away the Tongtian Talisman, drew his sword, and looked around.

"In that case, let me once again properly learn from the Wang family's divine graffiti!"

After speaking, he also realized that several direct descendants of the Wang family had used divine drawing to evade the Five Thunder Talisman.

Or perhaps they summoned those not-yet-mature spirit bodies to block that attack.

"Is this how you use the technique of summoning and controlling spirits...?"

"The Wang family deserves to die..."

Li Buren hadn't done anything yet, but Feng Zhenghao and Feng Xingtong clenched their fists after seeing these Wang family retainers throw out the spirit that feared thunder magic the most, as if it were just something to be discarded.

As the inheritor of the art of summoning spirits and commanding generals, such usage is completely unacceptable.

Li Buren also charged forward, facing more than a dozen Wang family disciples as if they were nothing, his longsword dancing wildly.

In an instant, many ink-wash objects, materialized from the artistic conception in his mind, flew towards Li Buren.

Li Buren didn't use Feng Hou Qi Men or Tong Tian Lu to deal with them anymore. Instead, he brandished his three-foot sword and thrust it at those things.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

The Wang family, already battered and bruised, had little skill to begin with, and now they were scattered and disorganized like chickens and dogs. They quickly crumbled under Li Buren Youlong's attack.

The long sword draws blood, the dragon seals the sea.

Before long, more than a dozen of the Wang family's direct descendants either fell to the ground or fled in disarray.

It was clearly a crushing defeat.

Only Wang Ai's two personal guards remained standing in front of her, watching with extreme apprehension as Li Buren walked past the others towards her.

"Patriarch, you go with Patriarch Lü, and the two of us will fight to the death to stop him!"

"Um."

Upon seeing Li Buren approach, one of the guards standing beside Wang Ai gripped his long sword tightly and said in a deep voice, already resigned to death.

The other person, though taciturn, also silently stood in front of Wang Ai.

"Fourth Brother..."

Wang Ai's voice unusually carried a hint of sadness.

He didn't care about the deaths or injuries of the other Wang family retainers and advisors, but these two were his childhood playmates and cousins.

Even Wang Ai fell silent at this moment.

Li couldn't bear it, but he didn't care; those who kill will always be killed.

You killed your beloved family, friends, and brothers. Didn't you also kill other people's beloved family, friends, and brothers?

With a long sword drawn, the two remaining guards tightly protected Wang Ai from behind.

"Wang Ai, if you can't bear to see them die, then come out yourself."

"If you're threatening to kill me, then be prepared to be killed by me!"

Li couldn't bear to raise his longsword, pointing it at Wang Ai's short body.

The two guards moved closer, blocking Wang Ai's view, their faces stinging as if brushed by a cold wind.

Wang Ai struggled for a long time before suddenly sighing.

He pushed his two cousins ​​aside and faced Li Buren's menacing longsword.

"Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, please move aside..."

Wang Ai lowered her head, her voice filled with sorrow.

"I was wrong about what happened today."

I apologize to you.

As she spoke, Wang Ai slowly bent her knees and knelt before Li Buren.

"Thump."

Seeing Wang Ai kneel down, Li Buren felt no relief whatsoever; instead, his heart grew even more solemn.

"After this kneeling, it will be impossible for the Wang family to coexist peacefully with me."

"After that, either the Wang family died, or the Wang family perished..."

Whether it was the Ten Elders, Zhang Zhiwei, or Lu Jin, they were all staring blankly at this scene.

"It seems that things are really about to change."

Feng Zhenghao knew this even better.

This kneeling incident has deepened the irreconcilable conflict between Li Buren and the Wang family to the point where a life-or-death struggle is inevitable.

Either kill Li Buren.

Only if Wang Ai dies and the Wang family completely submits will there be any chance of survival.

Just then, the group arrived.

The familiar convoy, the familiar attire, and the people present were all very familiar to everyone.

Zhao Fangxu, who can go anywhere.

The master of the Splitting Palm technique seemed not to see Wang Ai kneeling, and continued speaking to himself.

"After internal discussions, it was determined that the Old Celestial Master has made significant contributions to maintaining the balance of the supernatural world."

"The company has decided to withdraw the Ten Elders' resolution regarding the handling of Zhang Zhiwei of Longhushan and will not pursue his case."

"This matter must not be mentioned again, and the Longhu Mountain gate must not be disturbed any further. Normal operations must be restored."

Like a final blow, Zhao Fangxu's arrival almost sealed the fate of this farce.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, whether it was the people from Longhu Mountain or the Ten Elders Alliance who were like stray dogs.

Seeing Zhao Fangxu was like seeing a weight that could suppress everything.

Everything has been settled.

But...is that really the case?

Li couldn't bear to leave his longsword unsheathed; he simply stared at Wang Ai, who was still kneeling on the ground, preparing to get up.

"I don't want him to mention it, but I want to hear him fully admit his mistake!"

Seeing Li Buren's resolute decision, Zhao Fangxu coughed and stood in front of Li Buren's sword tip.

"I can't bear it, but let's be lenient and give the company some face, okay?"

Li couldn't bear to look at Zhao Fangxu.

This time, he didn't want to say anything repetitive; he simply held the sword as before and continued to look at Wang Ai.

"My name is Li Buren, so there is no reason for me to be patient."

"Wang Ai, admit your mistake!"

Zhao Fangxu's face stiffened, clearly not expecting Li Buren to be so resolute.

Wang Ai moved half of his knee, which was suspended in mid-air. He subconsciously turned his gaze to Zhao Fangxu, as if hoping that the other party could save him.

Zhao Fangxu then turned his gaze to Li Buren again.

But the young Taoist's gaze remained unwavering, just like his sword.

Zhao Fangxu lowered his head, sighed, gave Li Buren a deep look, and then stepped aside.

Wang Ai looked at Zhao Fangxu, who had retreated to the side, and felt a pang of regret for the five-year plan. She lowered her head.

"sorry..."

Wang Ai kept his head down until he had finished speaking. Only then did he raise his head with a gloomy face and leave, hunched over, surrounded by two guards.

"Loser dogs don't deserve to walk with their heads held high."

Li couldn't bear to sheath his sword, so he nodded to Zhao Fangxu, neither humble nor arrogant.

Zhao Fangxu stared at Li Buren's retreating figure for a long time.

The middle-aged man pushed up his glasses one last time and left with his men and the Wang family.

"Perhaps the Ten Elders Society also needs some fresh blood."

Apart from Chen Jinkui, none of the members of the Shu Zi Sect were injured.

However, this did not diminish the overwhelming awe and reverence that all the disciples of the Shuzi Sect held for Li Buren.

They watched Li Buren walk into the crowd of the old Celestial Master Lu Jin until he was out of sight, and then they escorted Chen Jinkui away.

Chen Jinkui walked slowly on the ground, recalling Li Buren's Feng Hou Qi Men technique at that moment.

In a battle between masters, the difference often lies in the smallest of margins.

And it was at that very moment that the leader of the Shuzi Sect, who should have represented the pinnacle of the art of the world, was defeated in the dispute over art.

A crushing defeat.

He truly sensed a higher level within the Feng Hou Qi Men, as if he had vaguely come into contact with some kind of technique.

"Master, do we still want this Feng Hou Qi Men technique?"

Chen Jinkui walked slowly and unsteadily, his injuries not yet fully healed.

But his voice was surprisingly firm.

"want."