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

Outside Rongku Pavilion.

The night was thick, like a blob of ink that could not be dissolved, pressing heavily on the back of Longhu Mountain.

Only the occasional gust of wind rustled through the air, whipping up a few withered leaves that swished softly against the flagstones.

Zhang Taichu stood on the steps.

The faded, tattered Taoist robe fluttered in the night wind.

He squinted his perpetually sleepy, dead-fish eyes, his gaze casually sweeping across the dark woods and bushes ahead.

Gong Qing, whom they were carrying, was still convulsing.

"Go on."

Zhang Taichu's lips moved slightly, and he uttered two words lightly.

next second.

He swung his arm in a wide arc, and Gong Qing's body was instantly lifted into the air.

It traced a tragic parabola in mid-air.

There was no true qi protecting the body, nor any ability to adjust one's posture.

The acting leader of Quanxing was like a kite with a broken string, experiencing the feeling of flying on this cold night.

However, the way it landed was rather disastrous.

Boom!

Click!

A muffled thud, enough to make your teeth ache, came from a bush a few dozen meters away.

Immediately following was the crisp sound of bones breaking, which sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night.

"Ugh—!!!"

From within the bushes came Gong Qing's muffled groan, which was suppressed to the extreme.

The excruciating pain caused him to curl up like a boiled shrimp, rolling around frantically in the messy thicket of thorns.

But no matter how much it hurts.

He couldn't utter a single word.

Zhang Taichu stood on the steps, hands behind his back, head slightly tilted back.

Suddenly, a chilling glint flashed in those previously languid eyes.

Inhale.

He took a very long breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the air in the surrounding area for miles around.

His chest bulged high.

His originally thin body now gave the illusion of being as majestic as a mountain.

Listen carefully!

A rolling roar, carrying powerful and domineering true qi, swept wildly towards the darkness ahead in a fan shape, centered on Zhang Taichu.

Splash splash splash splash—

Within a radius of 100 meters.

All the trees shook violently at that moment, and countless withered leaves were shaken off and flew wildly in the air.

Even the pebbles on the ground trembled slightly from the sound.

This is the long-lost Lion's Roar!

Or rather, it was Zhang Taichu's unique, unreasonable, loud voice.

The birds and beasts hiding in the shadows didn't even have time to utter a sound before they were knocked unconscious by this terrifying pressure and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Don't think that just because you're hiding in a rat hole, I, the Daoist priest, can't smell your stench!"

"Take this useless dog back with you!"

Zhang Taichu stretched out a finger and pointed at Gong Qing, who was still convulsing in the distance.

His tone was filled with undisguised contempt and arrogance.

"besides."

"Please pass on a message to those old fogies of Quanxing who have one foot in the grave."

Speaking of it.

Zhang Taichu paused, and a cold smile slowly curved his lips.

That smile, under the cold moonlight, looked particularly sinister.

"Just say..."

"Longhu Mountain, Zhang Taichu".

"I'm back!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Taichu's voice rose again, carrying a murderous intent that seemed to pierce the heavens:

"The score from back then!"

"No matter how many years have passed!"

"No matter which ditch you hide in!"

"Even if I chase you to the ends of the earth!"

"I, Daoist Master, will settle accounts with you one by one!"

"Did you understand?!"

The last word fell.

The entire back mountain seemed to tremble at that roar.

The echoes reverberated through the valley, lingering for a long time.

"Calculate it clearly... calculate it clearly... calculate it clearly..."

The sound was like a death knell, drilling into the ears of those hiding again and again.

……

In a dense forest a hundred meters away from Rongku Pavilion.

Several figures dressed in black were lying in the grass, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Their faces were ashen, and cold sweat streamed down their foreheads, dripping onto the grass.

"puff……"

One of the Quanxing disciples, whose cultivation was slightly weaker, was so shocked by the sound wave that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out.

"Who the hell is this?"

A person next to him asked in an extremely faint voice, his teeth chattering and making a clattering sound.

"Zhang...Zhang Taichu?"

Have you heard of this person?

"N-no... I've never heard of it..."

"When did such a monster begin to hide in Longhu Mountain?"

The group looked at each other, and in each other's eyes they saw a fear that came from the depths of their souls.

That shout just now.

It's not just about having abundant true qi.

The murderous intent contained in that voice, the ferocious aura that seemed to have crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Make them have no doubt.

As long as they dare to show their faces, even if it's just a slight movement.

The next second, the Taoist priest standing on the steps will crush them like an ant.

"The...the sect leader is still over there..."

Finally, someone pointed to Gong Qing, who was still convulsing in the bushes in the distance.

"What should we do?"

"To save...or not to save?"

Several people swallowed hard as they looked at the figure in the distance that resembled a demon god.

Who dares to go?

Who the hell would dare go there?!

That's a ruthless person who even the sect leader was thrown out like trash!

"If we don't save them... we'll just die if we go back..."

The leader, an elderly man from Quanxing, gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence:

"And that person said... we should take the person back..."

"He...he let us go on purpose."

"He's protesting!"

Hearing this, the group of people finally came to their senses.

Yes.

With that terrifying perception they just had, there was no way the other side couldn't have missed them.

The reason we didn't take action was to let them relay the message back.

That is, to bring the fear back!

"Go...go quickly!"

"Don't let him go back on his word!"

The group dared not delay any longer.

They scrambled out of the bushes on all fours, barely daring to straighten their backs, like a pack of frightened wild dogs, running madly along the ground toward where Gong Qing had landed.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

A series of hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed from the bushes.

Several people rushed to Gong Qing's side.

Looking at the once spirited man before me, now covered in blood, his limbs twisted, and drooling, I felt a sense of loss.

A chill ran through everyone's hearts.

Stop looking!

"Take it away quickly!"

The leader let out a low growl, his voice trembling noticeably.

Several people hurriedly grabbed Gong Qing's hands and feet.

They didn't care whether it would hurt him or whether their actions were rough.

They lifted Gong Qing up and ran, just like they were carrying a dead pig.

"Ughhhhh!!!"

Gong Qing was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, his face covered in tears and snot, and he struggled desperately.

"Behave yourself!"

The man carrying him cursed under his breath:

"If you move again, I'll leave you here!"

All they want now is to escape from here.

Escape this place filled with the terrifying aura of that Taoist priest.

They felt their hearts were about to explode if they stayed even for one more second.

Whoosh whoosh—

Several figures carried Gong Qing and fled frantically through the dense forest.

They stumbled and crawled, falling and scrambling.

I didn't dare turn back to pick up my lost shoes.

The branches tore my clothes and skin, but I felt nothing.

Only the heavy breathing and the faint whimpers of fear echoed through the woods.

In front of Rongku Pavilion.

Zhang Taichu remained standing there.

He watched the figures fleeing in a disheveled state, watching them disappear into the vast night.

Until the chaotic footsteps were completely gone.

He then reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

"cut."

Zhang Taichu curled his lip, his face full of disdain:

"A bunch of cowards."

"Not a single one dared to turn around and look."

He raised his hand and waved it in front of his nose with a hint of disgust:

"It stinks."

"It smells like a rat crossing the street."

Done.

He didn't linger.

Turn around and take a step.

The worn-out cloth shoes made a slight sound as they stepped on the threshold.

Zhang Taichu stepped inside and grabbed the two door panels with his backhand.

squeak-

With a sickening scraping sound, the two heavy doors slowly closed.

boom.

The door was closed tightly.

Inside the Rongku Pavilion, tranquility was restored.