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

The night grew even deeper.

Beside the ruins of the training ground, several figures rapidly converged in a dark corner.

"Fatty! Stop chanting!"

Shen Chong looked somewhat disheveled. He grabbed Gao Ning, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, turning prayer beads in his hand. His voice was low, but it revealed an undisguised anxiety:

"Get out of here! Get out of here right now!"

"The world is about to change in Longhu Mountain."

Beside her, Xia He also looked shaken.

She reached out and tidied her messy hair. Her usually captivating eyes kept glancing behind her, as if some ferocious beast was approaching.

"Benefactor Shen, why are you so alarmed?"

Gao Ning stopped what he was doing, his chubby face still bearing a compassionate smile, but his narrowed eyes revealed a hint of disapproval:

"Lu Jin has completely gone mad; now is the perfect time to close the net."

"Besides, even if the Celestial Master himself were to intervene, he wouldn't be able to solve it in a short time."

As he spoke, he glanced at the old man not far away who was frantically releasing his Qi, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.

Lu Jin, one of the Ten Elders.

If we can defeat this person here, Quanxing's reputation will surely resound throughout the entire world of supernatural beings.

"Closing the net? What a load of rubbish!"

Shen Chong couldn't help but swear. He pointed at the figure slowly walking into the battle circle, his hand trembling slightly:

"Look who's there!"

Gao Ning looked in the direction he was pointing.

A young Taoist priest, dressed in a tattered robe and with hair as messy as a bird's nest, walked step by step toward Lu Jin with his hands in his sleeves.

The raging flow of Qi and the flying pebbles around him seemed to exist nowhere.

"A...young Taoist priest?"

Gao Ning frowned.

He hadn't witnessed the scene of Yuan Tao Jiulongzi being crushed, so he found Shen Chong's fear somewhat inexplicable.

Gao Ning sneered, and the prayer beads in his hand began to spin again:

"Since he also wants to join in the fun, then this humble monk will test his mettle."

"The Twelve Labors Formation—Chaos!"

hum!

An invisible wave spread out instantly from Gao Ning's center.

This force is extremely insidious.

It does not harm the flesh or damage the bones; instead, it acts directly on the twelve meridians of the human body.

By pulling on the meridians and disrupting the Qi of the internal organs, people lose control of their emotions, ultimately leading to the failure of their five internal organs and death.

at this time.

Zhang Taichu, who was walking halfway down the road, suddenly paused slightly.

"Um?"

He looked down at his chest.

Just now.

He felt an extremely disgusting, sticky smell trying to penetrate his body and irritate his meridians.

That feeling.

It's like a fly landing on your skin, and you keep rubbing your feet.

"These days..."

Zhang Taichu frowned, his disdain evident on his face:

"How could they use such unhygienic methods?"

"You want to mess with my meridians?"

He chuckled softly, a smile that carried a hint of mockery and coldness.

His body was an indestructible form, forged over a century by countless rare treasures and unparalleled martial arts techniques.

The meridians in the body are already as tough as dragon tendons and as wide as rivers.

Do you think these few rats from the gutter can shake a big tree?

"roll."

Zhang Taichu didn't even extend his hand.

He simply let out a cold snort from his nose.

But to Gao Ning, who was not far away, this sound was like a thunderclap from the heavens.

"puff--!!!"

Gao Ning, who had been looking confident, suddenly turned ashen-faced.

He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering the grass in front of him with crimson.

The rosary beads he treasured snapped with a crack and scattered on the ground.

"How...how is this possible..."

Gao Ning clutched his chest and slumped backward, his narrowed eyes filled with horror.

The moment his Qi touched the Taoist's body, it was violently bounced back by a terrifying force as vast as the sea and as fierce as a mountain.

The feeling was like trying to strangle an elephant with a single hair.

"Fatty! Are you alright?!"

Dou Mei, who was standing nearby, was startled and quickly helped Gao Ning up.

"Go...go quickly..."

Gao Ning wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, trembling. The greed in his eyes had long since vanished, leaving only deep fear.

"A monster...that's a monster..."

Just as the four arrogant men were terrified...

In the center of the battlefield.

Having completely lost his mind, Lu Jin also sensed the approach of a powerful enemy.

"kill!!!"

Lu Jin suddenly turned around.

Those blood-red eyes were fixed on Zhang Taichu.

In his field of vision.

The young figure before him was twisting and deforming, eventually transforming into the enemy he hated to the core.

"Wugensheng! You still dare to come see me?!"

"Die!!!"

Rumble—!

Lu Jin waved her hands frantically.

The Heavenly Record!

At that moment, he squeezed out all the remaining Qi in his body.

Dozens, even hundreds, of blood-red talismans instantly took shape.

Five Thunder Talisman, Exploding Flame Talisman, Frost Talisman...

Multicolored lights intertwined, transforming into a devastating torrent that roared towards Zhang Taichu.

The sheer scale of the explosion was so great that even the surrounding air seemed to distort from the heat.

"It's over..."

Seeing this scene from a distance, Zhang Chulan closed his eyes in despair.

This level of attack.

Let alone mortals, even if an armored force with tanks came, they would be blasted into dust.

however.

Faced with this overwhelming torrent of talismans, Zhang Taichu didn't even blink, maintaining his hands-in-sleeves posture and walking at a steady pace.

There wasn't even a dodge attempt.

"It's so noisy."

Zhang Taichu muttered something.

next second.

The violent lightning and scorching flames, upon contact with his body, would either slide down his Taoist robe or simply vanish inexplicably within three feet of him.

Golden Light Mantra?

No.

That's not even the Golden Light Mantra.

He withstood all the damage solely by relying on his already extraordinary protective Qi.

step.

Two steps.

Zhang Taichu was like a leisurely person strolling in a downpour.

No matter how strong the wind and rain, I remain steadfast and unmoved.

Amidst everyone's stunned gazes, it stopped in front of Lu Jin.

The two were only a short distance apart.

"roar!!!"

Lu Jin let out a beast-like roar.

"die!"

He raised his right hand, and in his palm, a deadly talisman shimmering with black light was rapidly condensing.

however.

Before his hand could even land.

Zhang Taichu made the first move.

There were no hand gestures.

No incantation was chanted.

He swung it backhand.

Snapped--! ! !

A sharp, clear slap, loud enough to echo throughout the entire back hill, suddenly rang out.

This slap.

Fast. Accurate. Ruthless.

Lu Jin's talisman, which was only half-formed, instantly disintegrated.

He was spun around three times from the slap, and half of his face instantly swelled up and became red.

The voice, which had been roaring wildly, suddenly stopped.

Zhang Chulan, standing some distance away, had his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

Zhang Lingyu completely forgot about her injuries and stared blankly at the scene.

Even the four madmen of Quanxing, who were preparing to escape, froze in place.

That's Lu Jin from the Tenth Elder!

That's a towering figure in the world of supernatural beings!

He was slapped across the face in public like that?

And in such a... humiliating way?

Just then, a voice filled with helplessness, yet also with a hint of disappointment, slowly rang out.

"Little Lu."

Zhang Taichu shook his slightly numb hand, looked down at the stunned Lu Jin, and curled his lip:

"Was that slap... crispy?"