I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

"Master Yuanchen, are you going to take action personally?"

Senichi looked at the old monk who was walking towards him and immediately recognized him.

"I know you're quite capable, but you're still no match for me."

"Master Yuanchen? He's the legendary Master Yuanchen?"

Everyone was surprised and excited when they heard Moriichi call out the old monk's identity.

"With Master Yuanchen out, the people of Chrysanthemum Kingdom definitely can't win."

"Who is Master Yuanchen?" Xu Yuan asked curiously.

"I heard he was a highly accomplished monk who came from Taiwu Mountain."

Once, I stood alone with you, relying on my own strength, to protect the nation's dragon vein.

It was during that great battle that he was severely wounded, and he disappeared without a trace afterward.

Wang Ba explained in a low voice, "It's a pity, Master Yuan Chen was at his peak when he debuted, and he was injured and retired at his peak."

"From then on, everyone remembered his bravery in that battle, and he gradually became a legend."

Xu Yuan nodded: "It seems like everyone already knows."

"Of course, this incident caused quite a stir back then, and it was reported on television news and in newspapers."

So everyone knows his name.

"But later, with the popularization of science, people began to think that what we knew was feudal superstition."

Some things are done in secret, no longer openly exposed to the public.

After all, there are some things that science cannot explain.

Wang Ba turned to look at Xu Yuan: "Just like before, Mr. Xu set up the formation by himself to protect the dragon vein."

He possesses true qi and also knows the art of warding off ghosts.

Even if you told the general public, very few of them would believe you.

Xu Yuan nodded in agreement, his gaze falling on the old monk.

The old monk chanted "Amitabha" to Mori, waiting for his next move.

"Master Yuanchen, do you still remember Zuo Yuan Danteng from seventy years ago?"

Upon hearing the name Sahara Danto, Yuan Chen's half-closed eyes widened suddenly.

He naturally remembered the name; seventy years ago, he was just a teenager, beginning his apprenticeship with his master.

One day, a guy named Sahara Danto appeared and challenged his master.

The master repeatedly refused, but the other party was determined to challenge him.

In that battle, my master was seriously injured and never recovered, never leaving the temple again.

"Back then, your master lost to my master."

Today, you will follow in your master's footsteps and lose to me.

"Are you his disciple?" the old monk asked quietly, a fleeting glint in his eyes.

"Exactly."

Mori raised his chin, as if to tell everyone that he was back.

"Back then, when my master entered China, he took on twelve people in a row, but in the end, someone broke one of his legs and crushed one of his testicles. He vowed never to set foot in China again."

"What he lost, I, as his apprentice, will get back for him."

"Especially the person who finally defeated him back then."

Don't tell me I haven't found any trace of him yet. Once I find him, I'll make sure he's childless and without descendants.

"So he was Sahara Danto's apprentice?"

The injured, half-eyebrowed old man slumped on the stool, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with panic.

"You know him?"

"Of course I know."

These words were spoken by the veiled woman behind Richard Li.

"Sahara Danfu is known as the number one Chinese expert in the Chrysanthemum Country."

They have the best understanding of our martial arts, medicine, divination, and the art of Yin and Yang.

"Back then, he traveled all over China, copying and taking away a large number of our folk ancient books."

He even comprehended his own martial arts technique through this experience.

After being defeated in China, he returned to the Chrysanthemum Country and founded an organization called something like the Shadowless Sect.

"This organization is located all over the world, including in China, but we don't know exactly where it is located yet."

But I've heard this organization is very powerful and can infiltrate all walks of life.

"The people from the Shadowless Sect stood before us, and we couldn't even tell if they were from the Chrysanthemum Kingdom or from our own China."

"Are they very skilled in martial arts?" Li Zekai couldn't help but ask.

The veiled woman and the half-browed old man nodded almost simultaneously: "Very strong."

"If it weren't for someone's intervention back then, Sahara Danto would probably have swept across China."

Upon hearing this, Wu Daotan's heart raced, and his anxiety intensified.

If that's the case, Master Yuanchen would likely face dire consequences if he went up there.

For some reason, a young figure flashed through my mind: Xu Yuan.

"Impossible. Both Banmei and Master Yuanchen were defeated. Xu Yuanlai would only be throwing his life away."

Huang Tianhao sat confidently on the stool, occasionally taking a sip of tea, as if everything was under his control.

Suddenly, a strong wind picked up from the calm scene, drawing everyone's attention back to the event.

Master Yuanchen's robe rustled as if a blower was installed in his sleeve, his aura surged, and the prayer beads in his hand floated into the air.

Mori clenched his fists and vanished from his spot in the blink of an eye.

Where are they?

Everyone was astonished by his speed and couldn't help but gasp.

Moriichi seemed to have vanished into the wind like a ghost, his figure completely invisible.

"Illusion magic?"

Wang Ba's eyes widened suddenly as he nervously stared at the scene.

"What illusion magic?" Xu Yuan asked.

"The Shadowless Sect's exclusive secretary, the Illusion Technique."

They appear and disappear without a trace, and can even create illusions, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Before he could finish speaking, the old monk standing in the middle of the field collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood.

By the time everyone reacted, Sen Yi was already standing behind Master Yuan Chen, and no one had seen how he got there.

"You are no match for me. Go back and be a proper monk, eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures."

If you do it again, you will surely die.

Mori's soft voice rang in Master Yuanchen's ears.

The old monk knew he was exhausted and near death. He struggled to his feet, picked up the prayer beads from the ground, and staggered out of the area.

The scene was deathly silent, with only the heavy breathing of the crowd and murderous gazes fixed on Moriichi.

"Do you two have anyone else available?"

Huang Tianhao pushed up his glasses, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"If no one else takes action, I might just take over the entire Dongshan."

"If that's really the case, I'd be a little embarrassed; it's too simple."

Ultimately, I overestimated your abilities.

"you…"

Wu Daotan and Li Zekai were so angry that their noses were crooked.

If they hand over all their territory, they will go completely bankrupt.

This was a huge slap in the face for them. If word got out, how would they ever be able to continue living like this?

"We won..."

Huang Tianhao's bodyguard shouted, and someone else responded loudly.

Mori stood in the center of the field with no intention of leaving. He faced the crowd, his gaze sweeping over them like a knife.

"You can make a wish on-site."

He got straight to the point, calling out Xu Yuan's name without any preamble.

"My own brother died at your hands."

Are you scared and hiding away, too afraid to show your face?

"I've heard that a genius has emerged in China, and I'd like to meet this genius of yours."

"Why don't you come out and show your face?"