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

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Good, very good!"

Ma Xianhong laughed in extreme anger. His eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, were slightly bloodshot from extreme rage, revealing a hint of madness.

He stared intently at Zhang Taichu, then suddenly swung his right hand.

"Divine Craftsmanship... You dare to challenge me?"

"Superior guy! Take down this madman!"

At his command, the twelve superior practitioners standing behind him instantly moved.

boom!

More than a dozen streams of Qi, each with a different color and varying strength, shot into the sky at that moment.

"Where did this wild Taoist priest come from, daring to cause trouble in Biyou Village!"

Chou Rang was the first to rush out. His mechanical arms flashed with an eerie red light, and dozens of magical artifacts, like flying knives, swirled around him, emitting a piercing sound as they cut through the air.

"Don't worry, Master, I'll show him what it means to be outmatched!"

Bi Yuan followed closely behind. Although he was old, his footwork was strange, and he flanked from the side like a ghost.

at the same time.

Liu Wukui, Haricha Gai, Ding Ziheng... these powerful figures, who were somewhat famous in the world of supernatural beings, each used their own methods.

Countless flying knives, talismans, and even enormous stone balls rained down on Zhang Taichu's location with overwhelming force.

"Holy crap! They're serious!"

Zhang Chulan let out a strange cry, and golden light instantly emanated from his body. He clenched his fists tightly and assumed a charging stance.

"Old Wang, stop standing there! These bastards are going all out!"

Wang Ye sighed and slowly adopted a Tai Chi stance, with the faint phantom of a Qimen formation flickering beneath his feet.

"Alas, this is terrible...it really is terrible."

"Zhang Chulan, protect that box. I'm afraid I can't stop this karma."

Just as the two were about to fight to the death.

A hand lightly rested on Zhang Chulan's shoulder.

"Step back."

Zhang Taichu's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Grandmaster Uncle?"

Zhang Chulan was stunned. He turned to look at Zhang Taichu, only to see that the other party's expression was normal, and he didn't even take his left hand out of his sleeve.

"You're blocking the way."

Zhang Taichu didn't even glance at the overwhelming attack in front of him. He simply patted Zhang Chulan's shoulder and pushed him back two steps.

"You two, just watch the show."

next second.

Zhang Taichu took a step forward, strolling leisurely towards the ruins at the village entrance.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, he bent down and casually plucked a willow branch about two feet long from a weeping willow tree that had been bent by the blast wave.

The willow branches were lush and green, with dewdrops still clinging to them, looking delicate and fragile.

"What is he going to do?"

Wang Zhenqiu, who was lurking not far away, nearly fell off the tree as his eyes twitched violently.

"Take a willow twig...to block the magical artifacts and those of superior roots?"

"Has this Taoist priest gone mad?"

Seeing this, Ma Xianhong's face showed even greater shame and indignation, and he roared, "How dare you humiliate us like this!"

"die!"

The dozens of throwing knives controlled by Qiu Rang had already reached Zhang Taichu's face, their cold light even reflecting in Zhang Taichu's indifferent pupils.

Zhang Taichu held a willow branch in his right hand and gently stroked the tender green twig with his fingertips.

hum!

The originally delicate willow branches were instantly enveloped in a thin layer of extremely restrained golden light.

The golden light was not dazzling, but it gave people the illusion of being indestructible and as heavy as a mountain.

"Disperse."

Zhang Taichu uttered a single word and casually waved his right hand.

The movement was like shooing away a tiny fly.

call--!

As the willow branches swayed, a nearly transparent golden crescent moon instantly sliced ​​through the air.

next second.

The dozens of menacing flying knives, powerful enough to pierce steel plates, instantly shattered upon contact with the golden arc of light, their red glow as if struck by lightning.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

With a series of sharp cracking sounds, the once incredibly agile magical artifact instantly turned into scrap metal, falling helplessly to the ground and shattering into a pile of parts.

"What?!"

Qiu Rang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward as if struck by a heavy hammer, leaving a deep trench more than ten meters long on the ground.

"My sacred artifact! My life's work!"

He stared in horror at the shards on the ground. The magical artifacts that were connected to his mind and spirit had all their energy wiped out in that instant!

But this is just the beginning.

Zhang Taichu did not stop; he continued forward, carrying the willow branch.

"Surround him!"

Bi Yuan shouted, signaling the other cultivators with superior roots to launch a pincer movement.

Liu Wu Kui controlled his enormous body, and with a whistling wind, he smashed a giant fist toward Zhang Tai Chu’s head.

"It's noisy."

Zhang Taichu's eyes turned slightly cold, and he gently tugged at the willow branch in his hand once more.

Snapped!

A crisp sound rang out, unusually clear amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

The slender willow branch struck Liu Wu Kui's fist with pinpoint accuracy.

boom!

An indescribable, terrifying force poured out along the willow branches.

Liu Wu Kui's enormous body flew back like a kite with a broken string, smashing the three mud houses behind him.

"Five champions!"

Bi Yuan was filled with shock and anger. He tapped his cane on the ground, and a cold aura transformed into countless venomous snakes, attempting to coil around Zhang Taichu's legs.

Zhang Taichu kept walking, and the willow branch swept across the ground.

Stab it!

The once-solid stone pavement, when scratched, developed a deep, bottomless crack, much like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Before those Qi-transformed venomous snakes could even get close, they were reduced to ashes by the golden light that resembled sword energy.

"That's impossible!"

Bi Yuan's pupils shrank sharply, and his steps became completely disordered at that moment.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

However, it was too late.

Zhang Taichu's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already standing at the center of the remaining few superior root organs.

"The ritual implements are well made."

Zhang Taichu spoke calmly, his voice booming in everyone's ears.

"Unfortunately, the method used was too crude."

The willow branch in his hand drew a circle in the air.

A magnificent golden light shone forth.

At that moment, everyone present felt as if the surrounding air had frozen, and an irresistible pressure locked onto their dantian.

"Get down here!"

Zhang Taichu suddenly slammed his right hand down.

Boom!

A massive golden wave of light swept outwards from him.

Whether it was a magical artifact flying in mid-air or a highly skilled individual preparing to unleash a strange technique, they all seemed like chickens with their necks being choked at that moment.

Under the golden light, the Qi within their bodies trembled and completely lost control.

boom! boom! boom!

A series of heavy thuds sounded as objects fell to the ground.

The once majestic twelve top-tier talents now lay scattered among the ruins, their faces pale, blood trickling from their mouths, too weak to even get up.

Even those complex magical artifacts that Ma Xianhong was so proud of had lost all their luster and were scattered in the soil.

The entire room fell silent.

The once bustling Biyou Village is now only filled with the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the ruins.

Those ordinary villagers who had originally planned to come and help now had their legs go weak and collapsed to the ground, staring in horror at the figure holding the willow branch.

"Gulp..."

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, his voice hoarse from shock.

"Old Wang, am I seeing things?"

"Those are the twelfth-ranked cultivators? Those are the main forces of Biyou Village?"

"Why does it feel like... in my uncle's hands, I'm no different from a kindergarten child?"

Wang Ye's hands trembled as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He glanced at the compass in his hand and saw the needle spinning wildly before snapping in two with a crack.

"The cause and effect... are severed."

Wang Ye smiled bitterly.

"In his presence, no schemes or magical artifacts matter."

"That's absolute... suppression of realm."

at this time.

Ma Xianhong stood there, his white shirt disheveled from the shockwave.

He stared intently at the still-green willow twig in Zhang Taichu's hand, his body trembling slightly from the extreme shock.

"What...what exactly did you do?"

"My Black Armor, my Devouring Beast... why can't even withstand a single blow from your willow branch?"

Ma Xianhong's voice trembled, a kind of despair after the collapse of faith.

Zhang Taichu stopped and casually flicked his wrist.

He casually tossed the willow branch, stained with the blood of the upper root, onto the ground.

He looked at Ma Xianhong, his gaze indifferent as water.

"The toy is well made."

"Unfortunately, this person is too weak."

Zhang Taichu put his hands back into his sleeves and walked step by step toward Ma Xianhong.

"Use whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve."

"My patience is almost gone."

Ma Xianhong instinctively took a step back as Zhang Taichu approached.

He looked around and saw that those superior talents he usually relied on were now just piles of rotten flesh.

Despair spread through his eyes.

Just then.

A dense, almost corrosive purple toxic mist suddenly drifted out slowly from a small wooden house deep in the village.

Wherever the poisonous fog passed, the once tender green weeds instantly withered and turned black.

Even the air hissed and crackled.

"That is..."

Ma Xianhong suddenly turned his head, a glimmer of hope appearing in his previously despairing eyes, but it was quickly replaced by deep fear.

"Chen Duo?"

Xiao Zizai, who was lurking in the distance, also took off his glasses at this moment, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"That poisonous girl... is out."