After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

The wind seemed to stand still in the courtyard.

Zhao Feng was surrounded by four or five players in the center, his back pressed against the cold courtyard wall.

He had just been ambushed by Lin Wanxing, and the punch had made his blood surge and his entire arm was still numb.

He swept his gaze across the expressionless figures, then forced himself to raise his voice and roar:

"What are you trying to do? Are you planning a rebellion? The sect provides you with lodging, elixirs, and cultivation techniques, and this is how you treat your sect disciples?"

He had thought that by invoking the sect's rules, he could at least suppress these arrogant newcomers.

The players surrounding him all stared at him coldly, no one spoke, and there was not a trace of awe in their eyes.

For these players from the real world, Qingfeng Sect was nothing more than a beginner's village.

The terms "son of an elder" and "sect rules" have absolutely no binding force.

After Zhao Feng finished speaking, there was complete silence all around. Instead, his heart skipped a beat, and a sense of panic welled up inside him.

He has been able to run rampant in the sect for so long because of his father's status and his mid-stage acquired cultivation.

But this group of extraordinary people didn't care about status at all. The woman leading them was just as powerful as him, and if they really fought, he wouldn't get the slightest advantage.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. His legs went weak, and he knelt down with a "thud," his previous arrogance completely gone.

"Fellow disciples, I was blind to your greatness! Please, forgive me this time!"

He hurriedly opened his hand, first handing out the three spirit stones he was holding, then frantically pulled out another three from his pocket, piling the six warm, milky-white spirit stones in his palm and handing them out a long way.

"You want spirit stones? Here, take them all, all of them!"

My father is Elder Zhao Kun of the sect. If you want spirit stones or Qi Gathering Pills, I can get them for you in the future. Please be lenient!

Several newcomers to the Inner Breath Realm couldn't help but glance at the spirit stones.

A single spirit stone can fetch a million in real life, so six would be six million. This is quite tempting for some newcomers.

But Lin Wanxing, who was standing at the very front, didn't show the slightest ripple in her eyes.

When she came out of the seclusion, she heard from the female players in the same courtyard that Zhao Feng had been harassing the new female aliens recently.

Today, I blocked Su Qingyue's courtyard directly. I was furious at the time. I came here for no reason at all, not for the spirit stones.

"Who wants your dirty money?" Lin Wanxing's fingertips curled slightly, and pale white true energy surged out from her fingertips, condensing into five sharp claws half a foot long.

"Anyone who dares to mess with us female gamers will have to pay the price."

Before she finished speaking, she used the "Stunning Step" to pounce forward like a shadow, aiming straight for Zhao Feng's face with a "Wind-Splitting Claw".

The claw-like blades pierced the air with a sharp, hissing sound, and the strong wind blew the leaves of the trees in the courtyard down in a flurry, leaving no room for anything else.

Zhao Feng's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly rolled to the ground to dodge the attack.

Although he was unruly and lecherous, he was, after all, the only son of an elder. He had been forced to practice martial arts by the sect since childhood and had sparred with his fellow disciples hundreds of times. His practical experience was far richer than that of Lin Wanxing, who grew up in peacetime.

In the instant he dodged the claw strike, he flipped his palms, and green true energy enveloped them. He unleashed a move called "Green Wind Pushing Mountain Palm," the palm wind carrying a clever, swirling force that deflected the attack, aiming directly at Lin Wanxing's vulnerable ribs.

The two instantly engaged in battle.

Lin Wanxing was an early player, and with the aid of a panel to assist in cultivation, his true qi was profound and pure.

But she fought with nothing but ruthlessness, her moves were straightforward and direct, all about hard-hitting and wide-ranging attacks, without any technique or strategy.

Zhao Feng, however, deliberately targeted the gaps in her moves, using his Swift Steps to circle around her. His palm techniques were cunning and ruthless, and in just a few moves, Lin Wanxing was at a disadvantage.

Her claw missed, leaving an opening in her chest. Zhao Feng's eyes hardened, and he flicked his palm diagonally toward her shoulder, about to strike her squarely.

"You want to fight us one-on-one? You think the Fourth Calamity follows the rules of the underworld? Come at us all!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, and two players at the early stage of the Acquired Realm rushed forward without thinking, their fists wrapped in true energy, and punched Zhao Feng in the back from the left and right.

Zhao Feng cursed under his breath and hurriedly parried with his palm, but just as he blocked two punches, three more players at the Inner Breath Realm pounced on him.

Some kicked his knees, others grabbed his arms; their moves were a jumbled mess, but they couldn't withstand the sheer number of people attacking him from all sides.

For players, losing a one-on-one fight is not shameful; winning a group fight is the only true measure of success.

Sect rules and one-on-one combat are simply not in their vocabulary.

"You bunch of superhumans, have you no shame?!"

Zhao Feng was both angry and anxious. Surrounded and unable to defend himself, he was quickly punched several times, wincing in pain.

No one ignored him.

More and more players gathered in the courtyard, starting with just four or five, and soon there were more than a dozen.

Seeing Zhao Feng surrounded, no one showed any politeness; they seized any opportunity to kick him, and shouts and curses rose and fell.

"Dare to harass us female players? Breaking your legs would be the least of your worries!"

"A local spoiled brat dares to be so arrogant? I'll teach him a lesson today!"

Zhao Feng's true energy was being depleted rapidly. He could have relied on his combat experience to hold on, but he couldn't withstand the relentless onslaught.

He had just dodged a punch from the front when he was kicked hard in the lower back. In the instant his blood surged, Lin Wanxing seized the opening and slammed his Wind Claw into his chest with all his might.

"Click—"

The cracking sound of bones breaking was mixed with a muffled groan.

Zhao Feng flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily against the courtyard wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with small pieces of internal organs.

His chest was dented, his right arm was bent at an odd angle, and his left knee was dislocated from being kicked.

His meridians were shattered inch by inch by the chaotic true energy, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. He was only able to breathe in but not out, and he was half dead.

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

Seeing Zhao Feng's miserable state, the newcomers couldn't help but swallow hard and subconsciously took a half step back.

In real life, ordinary people would be a little scared if they used such a heavy hand for the first time.

Lin Wanxing was panting heavily, shaking her numb wrist, without a trace of regret on her face.

Just as she was about to speak, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from outside the courtyard.

"How dare you, you brat!"

The sound, imbued with powerful internal energy, crashed into the courtyard like a lion's roar. Visible sound waves swept over, making everyone's ears ring.

Several players who had just entered the Inner Breath Realm immediately felt a tightness in their chests, spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered back several steps.

Everyone looked up and saw a middle-aged man dressed in a black elder's robe stride into the courtyard.

His face was sinister, and the anger in his eyes was almost overflowing.

He was none other than the Enforcement Elder of Qingfeng Sect, Zhao Feng's biological father.

Zhao Kun.

His gaze swept across the entire area, finally landing on Zhao Feng, who was half-dead on the ground. His face instantly turned ashen and then black.

The terrifying pressure of the peak of the day after tomorrow spread out without reservation, pressing down on the hearts of all players like a mountain.

The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze completely at that moment.