One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

The night was as dark as ink, torn to pieces by the towering flames.

The mountain path leading to the martial arts training ground of the Celestial Master's Mansion has now become a hellish scene.

"Run! Keep running!"

A burst of shrill, maniacal laughter echoed through the mountainside.

Several young female disciples dressed in Taoist robes from the Celestial Master's Mansion were leaning against the cold mountain rocks, their faces filled with terror as they watched the enemy closing in on them.

The longswords in their hands were broken, and their once neat Taoist robes were torn to shreds by the sharp blades, their white clothes stained with blood.

Before them stood seven or eight Quanxing demons, each carrying a weapon still dripping blood, their faces bearing mocking smiles like cats toying with mice.

"Senior sister... I'm scared..."

The youngest female disciple, who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, was trembling with fear and clutching tightly to the sleeve of her senior sister next to her.

The woman called "senior sister" was also pale, but she still managed to stand in front of her junior sister, her knuckles white as she held the broken sword.

"Don't be afraid."

She gritted her teeth, her voice trembling, yet revealing a resolute determination:

"Even if it means death, we cannot let these beasts tarnish the reputation of our Celestial Master's Mansion!"

"Wow? Pretty intense, huh?"

The leader, a one-eyed, all-powerful demon, licked the scar on the corner of his mouth, his single eye gleaming with a nauseatingly lewd light.

"What I like most is a wild horse."

"They're more interesting when they're tamed."

He swung his nine-ringed broadsword sharply, the rings clanging together with a crisp, clattering sound.

"Brothers, we'll split these little heiresses equally!"

"Whoever catches it first gets to keep it!"

"Okay, big brother!"

The remaining Quanxing demons immediately let out a series of strange howls, like a pack of wild dogs in heat, and rushed forward one after another.

despair.

An endless despair enveloped the hearts of those female disciples.

Just as that senior sister closed her eyes, preparing to commit suicide with her sword to preserve her innocence.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A sudden, abrupt sound of footsteps came from the other end of the mountain path.

Upon hearing the sound, the Quanxing demon at the forefront instinctively stopped and turned around in confusion.

All that could be seen was the flickering firelight.

A figure dressed in a tattered Taoist robe and wearing cloth shoes with multiple layers of soles slowly emerged from the darkness.

The man had his hands tucked into his sleeves, his back was slightly hunched, and his messy long hair was casually draped over his shoulders, with a few withered grasses swaying in the wind.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the one-eyed man paused for a moment, then burst into an even more arrogant laugh:

"Ha! I thought some reinforcements had arrived!"

"So he's just a beggar Taoist priest!"

The Quanxing demons around them also joined in the laughter.

In their eyes, such a useless person who couldn't even sense Qi was probably not even good enough to fill their teeth.

"Hey! You beggar!"

The one-eyed man pointed the tip of his knife at the figure, his face full of impatience:

"Can't you see the old men are doing their business?"

"Get lost if you know what's good for you! Don't spoil my fun!"

however.

The figure acted as if it hadn't heard anything.

They maintained their unhurried pace, walking step by step along the mountain path.

His head was slightly lowered, his eyes half-open and half-closed, as if he was still savoring the beautiful dream that had just been interrupted. He didn't even bother to glance at the group of fierce and menacing demons in front of him.

This feeling of being completely ignored made the one-eyed man's anger flare up instantly.

"Damn it, you're asking for it, aren't you?"

The one-eyed man grinned maliciously and gave a wink to one of his henchmen beside him:

"Third brother, go and chop this damned thing up!"

"Okay!"

The guy called Lao San walked out, carrying two broadswords and with a fierce-looking face.

He watched the approaching, disheveled Taoist priest, his eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent.

"You choose the path to heaven but refuse to take it, while barging into the gates of hell when there are none."

"Next time you're reincarnated, remember to open your eyes wide... Pfft!!!"

The third brother hadn't finished speaking.

The last syllable of "bright" was still lingering in his throat.

Bang!

A crimson mist of blood, mixed with bits of flesh and bone, bloomed brilliantly in mid-air.

The two heavy axes, no longer in their owners' hands, clattered to the ground, splashing up a puddle of mud.

And in that rain of blood falling from the sky.

The shabby Taoist priest didn't even stop walking.

Even more bizarrely...

Whether it was fresh blood or bits of flesh, when it came within three feet of his body, it was as if it encountered some kind of absolute repulsive force field, and it all slid off to both sides.

Not a single drop of blood was stained on that tattered Taoist robe.

"..."

In an instant, the scene fell into a suffocating silence.

The one-eyed man's sinister smile froze.

Those Quanxing demons who were originally making a ruckus all gaped open, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Even the female disciples who had been in despair covered their mouths, staring blankly at the miraculous scene before them.

What happened?

What happened to the third brother?

"Demon...demon..."

One-Eyed Dragon swallowed hard, and his hand holding the knife began to tremble uncontrollably.

As a seasoned veteran who had been in the world of supernatural beings for many years, he was no stranger to encountering experts.

But he had never seen this method of killing before.

Without lifting a hand or foot, he didn't even raise his eyelids.

The person just exploded like that?

"Playing tricks!"

The one-eyed man gritted his teeth, his fear of the unknown driving him to hysteria:

"Let's all attack together!"

"I refuse to believe he's made of iron!"

"Kill him!"

At his command, the remaining five or six Quanxing demons, though filled with fear, knew there was no way out.

They yelled and brandished their weapons, rushing towards the figure from all directions.

Since close-range attacks will cause explosions, let's use long-range methods!

Some threw hidden weapons, some unleashed sword energy, and some fired poisonous fire.

In an instant, the colorful Qi energy illuminated the narrow mountain path.

however.

Without exception, those whistling attacks landed within three feet of Zhang Taichu the moment they entered his body.

Everything collapsed and vanished silently, like bubbles.

Followed by.

They were the two people at the very front.

Bang!Bang!

Two plumes of blood mist exploded again.

"No...don't..."

The remaining few people finally broke down.

They threw down their weapons and, crying and screaming, tried to turn and run away.

But it was too late.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

A series of rapid explosions rang out.

It's like the firecrackers set off during Chinese New Year.

However, what these firecrackers exploded out of were not scraps of paper, but vibrant lives.

In the blink of an eye.

The once arrogant Quanxing demons, except for the one-eyed dragon, were all turned into piles of rotten flesh.

The entire mountain road was filled with a nauseating stench of blood.

The instigator was Zhang Taichu.

At that moment, they walked right up to the one-eyed man.

The one-eyed man was now completely limp on the ground, his crotch soaked.

He looked up at the figure standing in front of him, the sound of his teeth chattering clearly audible:

"Grandpa...Grandpa...Spare me..."

"I...I'll leave right now..."

Zhang Taichu stopped in his tracks.

He slowly lowered his head, and for the first time, his half-open, half-closed eyes focused on the one-eyed man.

"It's really noisy."

Zhang Taichu said softly.

Then, he lifted his foot and stepped past the one-eyed man.

At the very moment their figures crossed paths.

The one-eyed man's expression froze.

His body was like a rock that had been weathered for thousands of years, cracked inch by inch.

Finally, with a whoosh.

It scattered into a pile of grayish-white powder.

No blood came out.

After doing all this, Zhang Taichu didn't even turn his head back.

He just wrinkled his nose in disgust, as if he felt the smell was too strong and was affecting his ability to breathe fresh air.

The few surviving female disciples were huddled in a corner, not daring to breathe.

They stared at that retreating figure, their fear even greater than when they had faced the Quanxing demon.

Only after that figure gradually disappeared into the distance did the senior sister collapse to the ground as if all her strength had been drained, panting heavily, her whole body already soaked in cold sweat.

......

At this moment, ahead of the mountain path.

The originally crowded battlefield was now witnessing an extremely strange phenomenon.

Wherever that lousy Taoist priest went.

Whether it was the Quanxing demons or the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion who were fighting hard, they all seemed to be forcibly separated by an invisible hand.

A straight vacuum zone was forcibly carved out in this meat grinder-like battlefield.

Those Quanxing masters, who were blinded by rage, were terrified when they saw their companions inexplicably turn into blood mist. They desperately squeezed to both sides.

They were afraid of getting too close to that plague god.

"Get out of the way! All of you, get out of the way!"

"Get out of my way! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

"Which old monster has come down from the mountain?!"

Fear is contagious.

Especially this kind of incomprehensible and irresistible fear.

With his hands in his sleeves, Zhang Taichu strolled leisurely through the most chaotic war zone.

Wherever he went, no one dared to challenge his might.

Even the magical artifacts and stray bullets flying around would automatically change direction or be shattered when they got close to him.

And so, under the watchful, terrified, and stunned gazes of the crowd, he climbed up a prominent high slope.

The view here is expansive, offering a perfect panoramic view of the massive martial arts training ground below.

Zhang Taichu stood on the edge of the cliff, letting the mountain wind tousle his hair.

He squinted at the figure in the center of the square, biting indiscriminately like a mad dog.

At this moment, Lu Jin had long lost his usual refined and approachable demeanor as a master.

His suit was ripped apart, his hair was disheveled, and he was covered in blood.

He was still mumbling that person's name, like a child who had suffered endless grievances but had nowhere to vent them, and could only use the most primitive and violent means to destroy everything in front of him.

And not far from him.

Zhang Lingyu and Zhang Chulan, the two juniors, were lying in a pool of blood, looking utterly wretched and barely alive.

"Tsk."

Zhang Taichu shook his head, a look of undisguised disdain curling at the corner of his mouth.

"She's in her fifties or sixties, and she's still crying like that."

"They're really getting worse as they get older."

"And what about those two kids? They seem pretty clever usually, but why don't they run away when it really matters?"

"Stupid."

He sighed, stretched, and his joints cracked and popped.

"This performance was terribly bad."

"Let's call it a day."

Done.

Zhang Taichu took a step forward.

This step has been taken.

His figure vanished instantly on the high slope.

Only a light, fleeting complaint remained, vanishing into the wind:

"I really don't want to clean up the mess left by this shameful thing..."