As a dignified max-level Celestial Master, who am I supposed to explain this to?

"Did you raise the purple and white zombies outside the mountain gate?" Han Xuan asked.

Chen Jiuyin sized him up a few times, then chuckled:

"I thought some important figure had arrived, but it turns out to be just a callow youth. What, is the Celestial Master's Mansion out of talent? Sending out some greenhorn to his death?"

Han Xuan ignored his sarcasm and walked down the steps on his own, one step at a time, unhurriedly.

He walked over to Zhang Heng and glanced down at Zhang Heng's injuries.

The sternum was fractured, and the internal organs were concussed. It wasn't fatal, but it was still quite serious.

"Well done."

Han Xuan patted Zhang Heng on the shoulder, "You held on until I got here."

Zhang Heng was taken aback.

Although Han Xuan was highly talented in the past, he was arrogant and rarely praised others.

Han Xuan's tone of voice today...

How should I put it? It has a kind of inexplicable reassuring power.

Han Xuan straightened up and turned to Chen Jiuyin.

"I'll give you two choices."

He held up two fingers, his tone as calm as if he were reading a menu, "First, take your zombies and get out of Longhu Mountain. Don't ever come back again."

Chen Jiuyin smiled: "And second?"

Han Xuan smiled too.

His smile was clean, youthful, and even a little arrogant.

But what he said stunned everyone present.

"Secondly, I will bury you and all your wrecked zombies in the back hills as fertilizer."

Dead silence.

There was silence in front of the mountain gate for a full three seconds.

Then Chen Jiuyin burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over, tears welling up in his eyes:

"Hahahaha! Kid, do you know who you're talking to? I, Chen Jiuyin, have roamed the martial world for fifteen years, and do you know how much blood of cultivators I've spilled on my hands?"

"You fucking bastard, a mere Taoist priest at the third level of the Golden Light Mantra?!"

"The Golden Light Mantra has three levels?"

Han Xuan interrupted him, tilting his head slightly. "Who told you I'm at the third level of the Golden Light Mantra?"

He raised his right hand.

A golden light shone from the palm of my hand, initially just a faint glow, like a golden seed.

Then the light spread rapidly, from the palm to the wrist, from the wrist to the arm, and from the arm to the whole body!

In an instant, Han Xuan was enveloped in a layer of dense, almost tangible golden light.

The golden light was not an ordinary pale gold, but a deep crimson gold, like molten gold flowing.

Within the light, one could vaguely see countless runes rotating and flowing, each rune containing a heart-stopping power.

Zhang Heng's eyes widened.

Zhao Xiaofan's mouth dropped open.

Chen Jiuyin's laughter stopped abruptly.

"This...this is..."

Zhang Heng's voice trembled, "Golden Light Mantra...sixth level?! Impossible! This is impossible!"

"The sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra is Golden Light Protection, a state of perfect perfection. No one in the entire Celestial Master's Mansion, except for the Old Celestial Master, has reached this level!"

"Our senior brother is only eighteen years old, how could that be?!"

But the facts are right in front of us.

The golden light surrounding Han Xuan solidified into a tangible form, creating a perfect golden light shield around him. Runes flowed across the surface of the shield, and the sound of a dragon's roar could be faintly heard.

This is the symbol for the sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra.

Protected by golden light, one is immune to all magic.

This is certainly not something the "original Han Xuan" could have done.

This is the Golden Light Mantra Great Perfection, which Han Xuan achieved after twenty years of arduous cultivation and a sudden enlightenment between life and death in his previous life.

He perfectly transferred his past life's realm to this genius's body.

The foundation laid in a past life, the talent bestowed in this life.

One plus one does not equal two.

That's an absolute crushing defeat!

"The sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra?!"

Chen Jiuyin's face finally changed, turning ashen. "Impossible! Only the Old Celestial Master has reached the sixth level in the entire Longhu Mountain! You're just a brat!!!"

"You talk too much nonsense."

Han Xuan was too lazy to waste any more words with him.

He flipped his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and golden light gathered, compressed, and spun in his palm!

"Lei Lai."

Boom!

Under a clear blue sky, a bolt of purple lightning struck out of nowhere, landing squarely in Han Xuan's palm.

Purple arcs of electricity leaped and coiled between his fingers, producing a piercing crackling sound, and the air was ionized, giving off the smell of ozone.

The five thunders rectify the law.

Zhengyi Palm Thunder.

Moreover, it is the highest level of the Heavenly Gang Thunder Technique in the Zhengyi Five Thunder Orthodox Method.

This move is even more astonishing than the sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra.

Because the Five Thunder Orthodox Method is a closely guarded secret of Longhu Mountain, passed down directly from generation to generation of Celestial Masters, its cultivation is extremely difficult.

Even the old Celestial Master only mastered the Heavenly Thunder Technique after he turned forty.

Han Xuan was only eighteen years old.

Chen Jiuyin's eyes widened, and the color drained from his face in an instant.

The fury behind him let out a low growl.

But the roar no longer contained a threat; instead, it contained fear.

Zombies fear thunder.

This is a matter of course.

The Heavenly Gang Thunder Technique is a top-tier thunder technique specifically designed to counter evil spirits.

Let alone a hairy zombie, even a flying zombie would be badly injured if it took a direct hit from a Heavenly Gang Palm Thunder.

"Who...who are you?"

Chen Jiuyin's voice began to tremble.

Han Xuan did not answer.

He glanced down at the purple lightning in his palm, then looked up and gave Chen Jiuyin a bright smile.

"The two options I just gave you are null and void."

"what?"

"I'm now giving you a third option!"

Han Xuan strode forward.

He walked slowly, but with each step he took, a golden ripple would spread out from the soles of his feet, as if he were walking on water.

Golden light protected him, celestial energy swirled around him, and purple lightning meandered around him, making him appear as if he were a god descending to earth.

"Leave everything you have on you, and then... crawl away from Longhu Mountain."

Chen Jiuyin's face turned pale and then red.

He was a corpse cultivator who cultivated death energy, and was therefore most afraid of the extremely yang and powerful lightning magic.

Facing an opponent at the sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra and with the Heavenly Gang Thunder Technique fully mastered, he had less than a 10% chance of winning.

But he was not willing to give up.

He spent three years planning, and finally waited for the old Celestial Master to come down the mountain, all for the sake of Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal.

If he leaves in such a disgraceful manner, how will Chen Jiuyin ever be able to make a name for himself in the martial arts world again?

"Mao Jiang!"

Chen Jiuyin gritted his teeth and ordered, "Attack!"

The Mao Jiang let out a deafening roar, its black bristles standing on end, and its body emanating a strong aura of death. It pounced on Han Xuan like a black cannonball.

Its speed was extreme, its claws tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

Han Xuan didn't even lift his eyelids as the furry zombie rushed towards him.

He simply extended his left hand.

It was done casually, as if shooing away a fly.

The golden light surged!

"boom!!"

With a dull thud, Mao Jiang, like a baseball hit with a home run, flew back at an even faster speed than when he came.

Its invulnerable body tumbled through the air seven or eight times before crashing heavily into an ancient cypress tree, breaking the trunk that would take three people to encircle.

The fury body fell to the ground, struggling to get up, but a charred palm print on its chest was sizzling and smoking, with golden arcs of electricity running across its wound, making each struggle accompanied by a painful roar.

one strike.

Just one strike.

The full power of the sixth level of the Golden Light Mantra was so great that even the hairy zombie couldn't withstand it!