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

"Go shopping...?"

"Are you kidding me...?"

Ma Xianhong lowered his head, his shoulders trembling violently, and a low, beast-like growl escaped his throat:

"To save her... I was willing to go against the company, expose Biyou Village, and even risk everything I had!"

"My Body Rejuvenation Furnace! My Perfect Transformation! That's world-changing technology! That's her only hope for a new life!"

suddenly.

Ma Xianhong raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot and frighteningly red.

He stared intently at Chen Duo, then looked at Zhang Taichu, who was holding Chen Duo's hand and looked completely nonchalant, and roared in a hoarse voice:

"So... all just to go shopping?!"

"I won't accept it!"

"I absolutely refuse to accept such an absurd reason!"

boom--!!!

As Ma Xianhong's emotions completely spiraled out of control, the already dilapidated building began to groan in pain.

The dozen or so puppets he had used to block the doors and windows suddenly shone brightly with red light in their eyes, as if they had been injected with stimulants, and their joints made a screeching grinding sound.

"Leave them all here!"

Ma Xianhong suddenly clasped his hands together in the middle.

hum!

The string of soul-swaying bells hanging from his waist flew up on its own, grew rapidly, and emitted a haunting and eerie sound.

At the same time, his black armor instantly covered his entire body, and black energy waves exploded outwards like a tide.

Click! Click! Click!

The floorboards cracked, and wood chips flew everywhere.

The dozen or so steel golems, like a pack of mad wolves, ignored the other temporary workers present and, with a whooshing sound, pounced on Zhang Taichu and Chen Duo.

"Old Ma! Are you crazy?!"

Zhang Chulan let out a strange cry and pulled Wang Ye to scramble and crawl into the corner:

"They're going to demolish the house! Everyone get out of here!"

Hei Guan, Wang Zhenqiu, and the others also changed their expressions and began to circulate their protective qi, preparing to deal with this indiscriminate attack.

At this moment, Ma Xianhong had clearly lost his mind.

He overdrawn his life force, pushing the Divine Hundred Refinements to its limit.

The air in the entire hall was pulverized by the violent flow of Qi, and the tables and chairs were instantly reduced to dust.

The momentum was like the end of the world.

however.

Zhang Taichu, who was at the center of the storm, didn't even frown and continued to hold Chen Duo's hand.

"You're asking for it."

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Taichu slowly raised his free left hand.

Extending an index finger, he gently tapped the chaotic void before him.

"Kneel down."

An indescribable, overwhelming, and terrifying pressure descended from nowhere.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Those puppets, still flailing and as hard as iron in mid-air, looked like flies being swatted hard by an invisible giant hand.

There was no room for resistance.

All the puppets exploded at the same time.

Countless precision parts, gears, and bearings were scattered all over the ground, turning into complete scrap metal.

"puff--!!!"

at the same time.

Ma Xianhong, who was at the center of the operation, was struck dumb.

His black armor let out a mournful cry and instantly shattered into countless black specks of light.

The Soul-Shaking Bell, which was suspended in mid-air, was crushed into a disc by that invisible force and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Ma Xianhong felt as if an ancient divine mountain was pressing down on his back.

His knees slammed heavily onto the floor, creating two deep dents.

Next came the hands, then the chest, and finally the face.

He was slammed to the floor in a spread-eagle position, utterly humiliated, unable to move even a finger.

Blood gushed wildly from the corner of his mouth, staining the wooden planks beneath him.

Quiet.

The entire hall fell into a suffocating silence.

Only the crackling sound of emergency lights in the corner could be heard.

Zhang Taichu withdrew his finger as if he had just crushed an insignificant ant.

He straightened his cuffs, turned to look at Chen Duo beside him, and the coldness on his face vanished instantly.

"Let's go."

"It's too dusty here, it chokes my throat."

Chen Duo nodded obediently.

Her newly acquired white shoes crunched as she stepped on the wood chips and scraps on the ground.

Zhang Taichu took her hand and started walking straight towards the gate.

On that inevitable road.

Ma Xianhong lay there, unable to move.

At this moment, although Ma Xianhong was unable to move his body, he was still conscious.

He tried to turn his eyes, watching as a pair of white shoes stopped in front of him.

Those are Chen Duo's feet.

"Chen... Duo..."

Blood and foam welled up in Ma Xianhong's mouth as he made indistinct sobs.

His eyes were filled with pleading, resentment, and even a hint of desperate attempts to hold on.

Even at this moment, he still felt that he was the only one who was right.

Chen Duo stopped in her tracks.

She lowered her head and looked at the man at her feet who had once sheltered her and even treated her like family.

Her eyes were still clear, yet they carried an indescribable sense of detachment.

A few seconds later.

Chen Duo withdrew her gaze.

She didn't speak, nor did she show any sadness or reluctance.

She simply tightened her grip on Zhang Taichu's hand, then lifted her foot, carefully...

We crossed it.

In that instant, the light in Ma Xianhong's eyes went out completely.

That was a hundred times more intense pain than being crushed.

His pride, his ideals, his dedication—at this moment, they were all casually overlooked by the girl who just wanted to go shopping.

It turned into meaningless dust.

Zhang Taichu led Chen Duo step by step out of the small building that had been reduced to ruins.

No one dared to stop them when they passed by those stunned temporary workers.

The clarinet player instinctively stepped aside to make way for him.

Wang Zhenqiu retreated to the corner, his nonchalant smile vanished without a trace, replaced by deep apprehension.

Until Zhang Taichu's figure was about to disappear into the night.

Feng Baobao, who had been barely noticeable on the sidelines, suddenly strolled leisurely over to Ma Xianhong's side.

She crouched down, extended a finger, and poked Ma Xianhong's face, which was covered in blood and dust.

"stamp."

Ma Xianhong didn't move.

"Poke."

Ma Xianhong still didn't move.

Feng Baobao tilted her head, her large, innocent eyes filled with pure curiosity:

"what?"

"Why aren't you moving?"

"Is it broken?"

She turned to look at Zhang Chulan behind her and asked with a serious expression:

"Zhang Chulan, did that idiot kid get hurt by that Taoist priest?"

"I think he's still blowing bubbles."

Zhang Chulan covered his face, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground:

"Sister Bao'er! Please! Stop adding insult to injury!"

"Let's hurry up and go! Our senior uncle will be far away soon!"

The scene was so beautiful that he dared not look.

The once-powerful Ma Jiaozhu was not only suppressed with a single finger, but in the end, he was also poked around like a dead toad by Bao'er.

That's so tragic.

Just then.

Zhang Taichu, who had already stepped out of the courtyard, paused slightly.

He did not turn around.

The voice, however, clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying a hint of mockery and indifference:

"That guy."

"Stop playing dead."

"When I return with this girl after we've finished shopping..."

Zhang Taichu paused, a chilling smile creeping into his tone:

"Let's chat for a bit longer."

Done.

He took Chen Duo's hand and disappeared into the vast night without looking back.

All that remained were a room full of top experts looking at each other in bewilderment, and Ma Xianhong, who was lying on the ground, tears mixed with blood flowing all over the floor.