Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The giant axe, carrying immense thunder, compressed the surrounding air, causing it to explode.

Elder Tie didn't hold back in this attack; he was truly intent on killing.

Zhao Shanhe knelt on the stone lion's back, closed his eyes in despair, and the image of himself being beaten into a pulp by the enraged elder flashed through his mind.

However, the expected sound of flesh and bone shattering did not occur.

There was only a dull, resounding impact, like an ancient bell being struck by a heavy hammer, the echo reverberating above the vast abyss.

Zhao Shanhe opened his eyes shakily, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The man who had been standing behind the woman in red, looking like a frail scholar, suddenly took a step forward.

He did not draw his sword.

He simply raised his right hand and extended two long, slender, fair fingers.

The massive black iron axe, powerful enough to split mountains and weighing a thousand pounds, stopped just three inches above his head.

Steady and still, without moving an inch.

Gu Xiang held two fingers between the axe blade, a faint golden light swirling around his fingertips.

That was the righteous spirit refined to its fullest extent.

Elder Tie remained in his chopping stance, his fleshy face turning a deep liver color.

His arms were bulging with muscles and veins, clearly he was using all his strength to try and press the axe down.

But those two fingers were like two unshakable ancient divine mountains. No matter how much he activated the Mountain Moving Technique within his body, the axe could not advance an inch.

"you……"

Elder Tie stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

He was known as a body cultivator who was unparalleled in close combat. Even sword cultivators of the same level would not dare to take a direct hit from this axe. How could this pretty boy possibly catch it with just two fingers?

Gu Xiang remained calm, not even lifting his eyelids.

He looked at Elder Tie, whose face was flushed, and said calmly, "The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits."

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Elder Tie was taken aback, not yet realizing the meaning behind that sarcastic remark.

The next moment, the golden light at Gu Xiang's fingertips suddenly intensified.

"The so-called supernatural and chaotic methods are meant to deal with people like you who have brute strength but are unreasonable. We will beat you until you lose your mind."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Xiang flipped his wrist.

The originally gentle aura of righteousness instantly turned into an extremely violent force, transforming into a golden ruler phantom that stretched for a thousand feet, which lashed fiercely at Elder Tie.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Elder Tie, along with his axe, was sent flying like a fly that had been swatted away, crashing heavily onto the plaza paved with black jade and golden essence on the main peak.

The incredibly hard black jade floor cracked instantly, sending fragments of stone flying everywhere.

Elder Tie was completely trapped in the pit. The giant axe in his hand flew out of his grasp, spinning and flying a long distance before finally embedding itself in a stone pillar with a "clang".

The entire room fell silent.

Zhao Shanhe and the other two were so shocked their jaws dropped to the ground.

That's Elder Tie!

The Mountain Moving Sect was known for its tough, ruthless people who wouldn't submit to anyone except the Grand Elder and the Sect Master, yet they were slapped away.

Gu Xiang withdrew his hand, lightly flicked off non-existent dust from his sleeve, and stepped back half a step behind Su Qing, as if he hadn't been the one who had attacked just now.

Su Qing sat on the stone lion without even changing her posture.

She looked down at the large pit and said with dissatisfaction, "Is this how your Mountain Moving Sect treats its guests?"

A violent coughing sound came from the bottom of the pit.

A rough, large hand gripped the edge of the pit, and Elder Tie, covered in dust and dirt, crawled out.

His clothes were tattered, and there was a red, swollen mark on his chest, making him look utterly disheveled.

However, he was not seriously injured, after all, Gu Xiang's cultivation level was not as high as his.

But for Elder Tie, this was worse than being killed.

He was a body cultivator, and his greatest pride was his physical strength. But now he was being humiliated by someone using only two fingers, which shattered his proud self-esteem.

"roar--"

Elder Tie roared to the sky, and his skin instantly turned into a grayish-white, rocky texture.

"Moving mountains and overturning seas!"

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, and the entire main peak trembled.

A wave of earthy yellow energy erupted from his body, condensing behind him into a towering phantom mountain.

That is the ultimate technique of the Mountain Moving Sect, which uses the body as a mountain to suppress all things.

Elder Tie's eyes were bloodshot, his reason had been consumed by rage, and all he wanted to do was smash that pretty boy into a pulp.

He transformed into a humanoid cannonball, carrying the phantom image of a mountain behind him, and charged towards Gu Xiang once again.

This attack was a suicidal tactic.

Zhao Shanhe was terrified and turned pale. He tried to speak to stop them, but it was too late.

Gu Xiang frowned slightly as he watched Elder Tie rush over.

"Stubborn and obstinate."

He sighed softly and took a step forward.

A golden lotus flower bloomed from beneath his feet.

Gu Xiang raised his hand, palm facing outward, and made a chopping motion.

"The benevolent love others."

"The so-called benevolence is to divide a person into two."

As he moved, a golden blade of light appeared out of thin air.

This blade of light had no sharpness whatsoever, yet it carried a chilling pressure, as if it were the rule of heaven and earth, an inviolable truth.

The light blade fell.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

The seemingly indestructible phantom mountain silently split open the moment it came into contact with the blade of light.

Elder Tie's momentum came to an abrupt halt.

His rocky skin cracked inch by inch, and he seemed to have all his strength drained away, collapsing to his knees with a thud.

The blade of light hovered between his eyebrows; if it moved just an inch further, it would cleave him in two.

Elder Tie stared blankly at the blade of light before him, the red light in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by deep despair and confusion.

He lost.

We lost completely.

He was suppressed before he could even touch the hem of the other person's clothes.

"I...I've disgraced our ancestors!"

Elder Tie suddenly let out a mournful cry.

He suddenly jumped up from the ground and grabbed the giant axe stuck in a stone pillar in the distance.

Just when everyone thought he was going to fight to the death, he suddenly turned the axe blade and chopped it down hard on the top of his head.

The action was decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"Elder!"

Zhao Shanhe and the others were terrified and tried to rush over as fast as they could, but the distance was too far and they couldn't make it in time.

This is the tradition of the Moving Mountain Sect.

These barbarians, who have gone mad from practicing earth-based martial arts, only have one thought in their minds.

If they can't win, they feel it's because they're not skilled enough and have disgraced the sect. The only way to atone for their sins is to die.

The giant axe was about to split Elder Tie's head open.

Su Qing sat on the stone lion and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"He committed suicide like that?"

She yawned, her voice full of laziness and disdain: "Are all the people from the Mountain Moving Sect sick? Always threatening to kill themselves."

"They've been like this for ages, no wonder they've only managed to survive until now with just a few big cats and little cats left."

"In my opinion, your sect's greatest enemy is neither an external enemy nor a curse from the heavens."

Su Qing pointed at Elder Tie and said in a sarcastic tone, "It's your fragile hearts that want to commit suicide anytime, anywhere."

Before he could finish speaking...

A soft, earthy-yellow light suddenly flew out from the depths of the main hall.

The soft light, though seemingly light and airy, contained immense power. It struck Elder Tie's giant axe before it could reach its destination.

"when!"

The giant axe was deflected and crashed heavily to the ground.

Elder Tie was so shocked by the force that he stumbled back several steps and sat down on the ground with a thud, looking up blankly.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the entrance of the main hall.

He was a middle-aged man in a gray robe, with a thin face and three long wisps of beard. He looked quite refined and was out of place among the burly disciples of the Mountain Moving Sect around him.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at Elder Tie, as if he were looking at an ignorant child.

"Have you embarrassed yourself enough?"

The middle-aged man spoke calmly.

Elder Tie trembled and quickly scrambled to his feet, bowing his head and not daring to speak: "Senior...Senior Brother."

The newcomer was none other than Liu Qingshan, the Grand Elder of the Moving Mountain Sect.

Liu Qingshan ignored Elder Tie and appeared in front of him in a flash.

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap.

Elder Tie was knocked to the side, and half of his face swelled up instantly, but he didn't dare to move an inch.

"idiot."

Liu Qingshan withdrew his hand, scolding him with exasperation, "If your skills are inferior, then go practice! What problem does dying solve? Besides causing pain to your loved ones and joy to your enemies, what does it prove?"

"You almost ruined the sect's important affairs! Go away and reflect on your actions!"

Elder Tie covered his face and retreated to the side meekly, his obedient appearance showing no trace of the fierceness he had displayed just moments before.

After dealing with his junior brother, Liu Qingshan turned around.

He straightened his clothes, bowed deeply to Su Qing and Gu Xiang on the stone lion, and his movements were so perfect that there was not a single flaw in them.

"Liu Qingshan of the Mountain Moving Sect greets the Goddess Houtu."

"I have met... Lord Gu."

His gaze lingered on Gu Xiang for a moment, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

Su Qing looked at Liu Qingshan and said provocatively.

"Has the person in charge finally decided to give up?"

"I thought you were going to hide inside and watch your junior brother split his head open."

Liu Qingshan gave a wry smile, cupped his hands, and said, "Your Majesty is too kind. I was impetuous and offended our distinguished guest. Please forgive me."

"Distinguished guest?"

Gu Xiang suddenly spoke.

He took a step forward, and although his aura of righteousness was restrained, the majesty of someone who had long held a high position naturally emanated from him.

"I am Gu Xiang, the Prime Minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty."

"I have come here today not as a guest, but to reclaim what belongs to my Great Zhou."

Gu Xiang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable forcefulness.

He didn't say "Su Qing's original body," but rather "something of the Great Zhou."

This was telling Liu Qingshan that the matter had escalated to the level of national and ancestral issues, leaving no room for negotiation.

Liu Qingshan's pupils contracted slightly.

Prime Minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

That legendary King Yama who, with his mortal body, suppressed the fate of a nation and terrified the demons of the northern border?

How could he be with Houtu Niangniang?

And considering the relationship between the two...

Liu Qingshan's mind raced, but he remained outwardly calm, turning to the side and making a "please" gesture.

"So it's Prime Minister Gu. My apologies for not recognizing you."

"It's windy here, this isn't the place to talk."

"Gentlemen, please come into the hall for a discussion."

"To the Tune of Dianjiangchun: The Husband's Duty"

A thunderclap at the fingertips, a mighty breath that shatters a thousand mountains.

The madman realized his mistake, but his axe fell in vain, leaving only empty spittle.

Even more foolish are those who believe that life and death are locked in their own hearts.

Who can see through it?

A lone figure in red sits, laughter and curses all stemming from cause and effect.