Why did you provoke that old man? He's a reincarnation of a deity!

When Zhang Hu heard Xiao Nian say "So what?", he didn't get angry but laughed instead. After laughing, his face darkened.

"Old man, don't you know who your Grandpa Zhang is? Let me tell you the truth. Zhao Ting is my apprentice. You crippled him, and today you'd better give me an explanation. If you know what's good for you, kneel down and kowtow three times, saying 'Grandpa was wrong' three times, and I'll only cripple you so you can crawl back to your old age. Otherwise, don't blame me!"

Zhou Meng and Wu Yong behind him both took a step forward at the same time.

The three of them completely blocked the entrance to the academy. One was at the peak of the Qi Refining stage, and the other two were at the early stage of the Qi Refining stage. They could walk around freely in Mizhou City without anyone daring to stop them.

"An explanation?" Xiao Nian leaned on his cane, tilted his head, and appeared harmless. "Your disciple almost killed me and insulted my grandson. I'm already being a good Samaritan for him by not killing him. And you still want an explanation from me?"

Zhang Hu raised an eyebrow: "You think you can just refuse a polite offer and then have to suffer the consequences?"

"A penalty drink?" Xiao Nian slammed her cane on the ground. "Are the three of you coming at me together, or one at a time? I suggest you all come at me together; I'm too lazy to move around too much."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hu and the other two were stunned for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.

The students watching were stunned, and even martial arts masters who had mastered meridians dared not be so arrogant.

Zhou Meng stretched his neck and stepped to the front: "Master, let me vent my anger for my junior brother first!"

He spread his arms, and his blood and qi instantly boiled, with all twelve main meridians glowing a visible red light.

Zhou Meng had grown taller and his whole body was red.

"Young man, why do you look like a bullfrog?"

"You old bastard! You're asking for death!" Zhou Meng roared, leaping into the air and slamming his fists straight down at Xiao Nian's head.

His move, "Mount Tai Pressing Down," is like smashing someone's head on a watermelon. If an ordinary person were hit by this, their head would definitely explode like a watermelon.

The students and guards who were passing by were dumbfounded.

"Holy crap! He used a deadly move right away; this old man's going to be killed!"

"Quickly, call someone! Go and fetch Instructor Jiang!"

A teacher who knew Meng Chenhai immediately went to inform Jiang Youwei.

Private fights are prohibited inside the military academy. The old man's violent death at the school gate has a negative impact on the academy.

Zhou Meng's fists slammed down with a whooshing sound, less than a foot from Xiao Nian's head.

Then it stopped.

Zhou Meng was suspended in mid-air, his fists less than half a fist's distance from Xiao Nian's gray hair.

He shuddered violently and let out a long howl like a pig being slaughtered.

"Awooooo!"

No one saw what happened clearly; the bloody scene they had imagined did not occur.

All that could be seen was Zhou Meng's eyes wide open, his face turning from red to deathly pale, his knees buckling, and he fell backward to the ground.

He clutched his groin tightly with both hands, convulsing and rolling wildly on the ground.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Red blood continued to flow from beneath him.

The screams were so piercing that they sent a chill down the spines of every man present.

Xiao Nian glanced down, then spread her hands innocently: "This has nothing to do with me. You all saw it. He rushed at me, and I just raised my hand."

The old man's cane poked Zhou Meng's testicles.

Zhang Hu and Wu Yong instinctively squeezed their legs together.

A man's life's happiness! Just like that, ruined.

None of them saw when the old man made his move.

Bloodstains had seeped from Zhou Meng's crotch, and there was a pool of blood on the ground.

Zhang Hu dared not underestimate the old man before him any longer, and roared:

"Attack together! Kill this old dog!"

Wu Yong pounced on him, unleashing his full Qi and blood at the Opening Meridian Realm, and thrusting his fists straight at Xiao Nian's face.

"Arhat Fist!"

Zhang Hu unleashed his full power, holding back his peak cultivation level of the Opening Meridian Realm. His twelve meridians were faintly connected, and his legs slammed into Xiao Nian's chest with a whooshing sound.

"Tiger-Subduing and Dragon-Slaying Leg Technique!"

"Up and down, let's see how you dodge this, you old dog!"

Two martial artists at the Qi Opening Realm surrounded them from the front and back.

The onlookers all thought the old man was going to be seriously injured.

Faced with the attack from both sides, Xiao Nian dared not be careless. He took half a step forward and moved several feet to the side. The heavy punch of the Arhat Fist grazed his shoulder and missed, the force of which made the ground rubble bounce up.

When the powerful dragon-slaying leg swept towards him, Xiao Nian merely raised his cane and gently tapped the other's knee joint.

Zhang Hu's entire leg was dislocated by the enormous force, and he staggered back three steps, his leg bones tingling with numbness.

"Good heavens, old man, you've been playing dumb all along, launching a full-scale attack!" Zhang Hu exclaimed in amazement.

Seeing this, Wu Yong gritted his teeth and charged again, unleashing a barrage of punches that resounded with the force of his palms.

Xiao Nian did not dodge, but skillfully placed his palm on the other's fist. A wisp of spiritual energy in his body flowed along the meridians of the other's arm, instantly sealing off the flow of his blood and qi.

Wu Yong froze, the force of his meridian-opening technique was neutralized, and his arms went limp and fell to his sides.

With her other hand holding the cane, Xiao Nian struck Wu Yong in the groin.

"Aaaaaah!" The sound of the egg shattering was heart-wrenching.

Xiao Nian stood straight, her white hair at her temples fluttering slightly in the wind, and spoke softly:

"It seems eggs are your weakness."

Zhang Hu subconsciously glanced at his groin, knowing that if he didn't use his true abilities, he would end up like the other two.

"Drink!" His blood and qi surged, and his twelve meridians slowly connected together.

"A general with mastered meridians!"

"You leveled up during the battle?"

"No, no, no, he has been suppressing his cultivation level all along."

Among the onlookers were knowledgeable individuals who offered their opinions.

"You old bastard, you're going to die today! You've forced out my strongest self."

Xiao Nian shook his head and sighed: "So what if you're the strongest? You're nothing but an ant."

He took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and a small vortex slowly condensed in his palm, naturally enhanced by spiritual energy.

This is the Wind and Cloud Palm, created by Xiao Nianwu during his previous life. It combines speed and power, and can instantly kill enemies with a single strike.

Meng Chenhai's body was much weaker than in his previous life, but the effect was the same when he channeled spiritual energy into his palm.

Recently, too many nobodies have been offending her, so Xiao Nian didn't mind making an example of Zhang Hu and quickly killed him.

At that moment, a clear, cold voice rang out from outside the crowd: "Old Man Meng, stop!"

Jiang Youwei appeared behind Zhang Hu at this moment, and with one palm strike, Zhang Hu's momentum immediately weakened.

She heard a report that someone was going to kill Meng Chenhai at the school gate, so she flew over from the teaching building, unleashing the full power of a martial arts master, forcing the surrounding students to retreat.

"What, Teacher Jiang, are you going to bully this old man too?" Xiao Nian couldn't kill anyone today, so he put down his hand, leaned on his cane again, and laughed.

Seeing the two people lying on the ground howling, Jiang Youwei muttered to herself: This old man always hits people in vital areas?

"No, no, no, I'm just here to stop the fight. The academy doesn't allow private fights, and this is still happening at the school gate. As the head of the disciplinary committee, I'm taking these three away to be punished accordingly." Jiang Youwei waved her hand.

Upon hearing the corresponding punishment, Zhang Hu's face turned pale, and he still tried to argue, "Instructor Jiang, this is off-campus..."

"Shut up!" Jiang Youwei interrupted Zhang Hu before he could finish speaking.

Zhang Hu then vented his anger on Xiao Nian, saying defiantly:

"You old geezer, you're lucky today. Next time, Instructor Jiang won't be here to help you. Just you wait!"

Xiao Nian, leaning shakily on her cane, stood beside the three of them, glancing down at them: "Peak of the Qi Refining Realm? That's it? You should be grateful she saved you today."

"Young people have short tempers. You're lucky today; I'll calm you down next time."

Zhang Hu tried to make a move, but was pinned to the ground by the other disciplinary committee members who arrived at the scene.