Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

Wang Sheng lowered his head, secretly pondering whether he should take a risk and crush Zhao Jie to death.

Zhao Jie appears to be in a fit of rage, yet he seems surprisingly unguarded against Wang Sheng.

Or rather, he didn't connect Wang Sheng with the powerful figure who killed a bunch of disciples.

This gave Wang Sheng the idea to reveal his true form and crush Zhao Jie.

"Who exactly is behind you?!"

"If you tell me, I might spare your life. If you don't, I'll make you regret ever being born!"

Zhao Jie rebuked him sternly.

"Oh?"

"Master, how do you intend to make me regret ever being born?"

Wang Sheng suddenly looked up, a savage, defiant smile in his eyes.

crackling sounds...

In the blink of an eye,

Wang Sheng then revealed his true form: a gigantic humanoid monster, four meters tall, covered in granite-like muscles. His head was on the roof beam, and his breathing was like a howling wind. He bent slightly and looked down at Zhao Jie, who was sitting in the main seat with a drastically changed expression.

"How is that possible!"

A storm raged in Zhao Jie's heart.

Whoosh!

Wang Sheng unleashed a palm strike from the sky, slamming it down on Zhao Jie.

"You beast! It was you!"

Zhao Jie roared and stood up abruptly, not even bothering to dodge. His entire body swirled with energy like a hurricane. Then, he unleashed a powerful "Great Monument-Smashing Hand" strike, carrying a viscous force like a hurricane, towards Wang Sheng's giant palm.

Peng!

The viscous energy was suddenly suppressed and covered by Wang Sheng's large hand.

A gust of wind was forced to spread in all directions, causing all the doors and windows to vibrate and creak.

An immense force, like a mountain, crashed down upon Zhao Jie.

pat!

Zhao Jie, his entire body enveloped in the power of his internal energy, plopped back down in the chair, which then exploded.

"This rebellious disciple, his power is too great!"

Zhao Jie was shocked by the power Wang Sheng displayed. Seeing that he was no match for him, he could only use his internal energy to retreat as smoothly as if he were being lubricated, lying on the floor and flying backward!

boom!

Wang Sheng smashed the spot where Zhao Jie had been standing to pieces with a single palm strike.

"Master, Master, are you alright?"

"Master, can we go in?"

At this moment, anxious shouts from disciples came from outside the door, clearly drawn by the commotion.

After a while,

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"No need, everyone disperse!"

Zhao Jie's hearty laughter came from inside the house.

"yes!"

Seeing that Zhao Jie was unharmed, Tian Muzhen, Li Hu, and the others respectfully bowed and withdrew from the inner courtyard.

Inside the house.

Wang Sheng stared intently at Zhao Jie, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the palm that had just collided with Zhao Jie's force.

His palms were covered in blood, as if they had been slashed by thousands of knives. Although it wasn't very serious, the force of the attack still made Wang Sheng's heart tremble!

"I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Zhao Jie shook his head.

"I thought someone was using you as a pawn to sabotage my plans and cut off my escape route. But I never expected that it would be you who attacked those disciples! It was you!"

Zhao Jie used the word "surprisingly" twice in a row to express the shock he felt.

"So what? Zhao Jie, what do you mean by this?!"

Wang Sheng asked.

"Hey! They won't even call me 'Master' anymore!"

Zhao Jie sighed.

"I never imagined you would become this strong. I'm absolutely certain of your potential. But in all my decades of life, I've never witnessed a hidden genius like you!"

"Well, you've seen it for yourself today!"

Since Wang Sheng had already broken off relations with him, he was too lazy to pretend to be respectful anymore and said indifferently.

have to say,

The force of the neutralizing energy was indeed beyond Wang Sheng's expectations.

The internal force that Zhao Jie cultivated was not only much stronger than the hidden force, but his cultivation level was probably at least at the mid-stage of the transformation force. Moreover, the transformation force had a sticky, needle-like killing power, which was obviously a huge change compared to the hidden force.

If Zhao Jie were a ball, then his internal energy would be like layers of glue coated with countless steel needles.

Moreover, the killing power of these steel needles is all-pervasive and specifically targets defenses.

Therefore, even though Wang Sheng clearly overpowered Zhao Jie, he was still injured.

This is why modern-day internal energy cultivation techniques have replaced ancient body-refining methods.

The effects of each person's cultivation of internal energy are different, and the methods are varied and unpredictable, unlike the ancient body-refining techniques, which are simply brute force.

If Wang Sheng were to fight with all his might, he might be able to kill Zhao Jie.

However, Zhao Jie's strength is formidable and will inevitably cause him serious injury.

"It's like a porcupine—there's nowhere to bite!"

Wang Sheng looked Zhao Jie up and down, and sighed inwardly.

"You bastard, this rebellious disciple, does he really intend to kill his master?!"

Zhao Jie felt Wang Sheng's disrespectful gaze and cursed inwardly. He was furious at Wang Sheng's rudeness and regretted his decision to break off relations.

After just one move, Zhao Jie knew that Wang Sheng had definitely mastered the ancient body-refining technique; his power was simply too great.

If it really was the Eight Elemental Breathing Technique, Zhao Jie knew he absolutely couldn't fight Wang Sheng head-on.

"Wang Sheng, we are master and disciple, why fight amongst ourselves and let others laugh at us and benefit from it?"

"I was wrong before. I originally thought someone was behind it, but I never expected it would be you who did it."

"That's settled then. No outsiders are involved; this is a matter between you and your fellow disciples. They bullied you, and you had no choice but to fight back—that's only right. As your master, I will definitely support you. They deserve to die anyway."

Zhao Jie expressed his support for Wang Sheng in a righteous and eloquent manner.

Then he continued,

"Look at you, you're so strong, why didn't you tell your master? If you had told him sooner, I would have protected you, and no one would have been able to bully you. So many people wouldn't have died!"

Wang Sheng sneered inwardly and said, "Since Master has brought it up to this point, it's not too late for me to tell you now. I want the Great Stele-Smashing Hand's method of neutralizing internal energy."

Zhao Jie's expression froze for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Well, we can't rush this. The law shouldn't be passed on lightly. Besides, this involves some of the city's rules, so we can't just recklessly transmit the law!"

"What ridiculous rules. It's just that you, Zhao Jie, are afraid of me."

Wang Sheng said coldly, not tolerating Zhao Jie's bureaucratic tone.

"That traitor!"

Zhao Jie cursed inwardly, his anger rising again.

He truly regretted turning his back on them.

The difference between the meek and respectful Wang Sheng just now and the cold and arrogant Wang Sheng now made Zhao Jie, who cared a lot about his reputation, grit his teeth in anger, but he was helpless.

"Wang Sheng, since you put it that way, then teach me the cultivation method of the Eight Elements Horizontal Breathing Technique. Once I've mastered it, I'll teach you the method of transforming internal energy."

Zhao Jie said in a cold voice.

"Alright. I can pass on the teachings to you. But shouldn't you kneel down and call me master?"

Wang Sheng said with a faint smile.

thump!

Zhao Jie immediately knelt down, "Master, please accept this bow from your disciple Zhao Jie!"

What the hell!

Wang Sheng was stunned, watching as Zhao Jie kowtowed three times to him.

Old man, you're serious!

Aren't you very concerned about your reputation?

"Teach me body-refining techniques!"

Zhao Jie looked up and said with a serious expression.

Clearly, in his eyes, face was nothing compared to body-refining techniques.

Zhao Jie knew perfectly well that the Eight Horizontal Breathing Technique's combat power and status in ancient times far surpassed that of this poor, remote, and powerful master of breaking monuments.