One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

A burly man with a fierce face next to him scoffed, "No matter how strong the Celestial Master is, he's still human. There are so many of us, and you're here too. Even if we can't win, running away shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Tu Junfang did not answer, but his brows furrowed more and more.

His intuition told him that great terror lurked in the darkness ahead.

Just as they were about to rush out of the woods.

"Om-"

An invisible yet substantial pressure descended from the sky without warning.

There was no sound, no strong wind.

However, this pressure caused the three corpses beside Tu Junfang to let out sharp cries, as if they had encountered a natural enemy, and uncontrollably tried to shrink back into their bodies.

"stop!"

Tu Junfang abruptly stopped, using one hand to block the crowd behind him.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the moonlit path ahead.

There stood an old Taoist priest, dressed in a gold-embroidered robe, with white hair and beard.

The old Taoist priest stood with his hands behind his back, looking relaxed, as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

He didn't release any Qi, and didn't even glance at them.

But in Tu Junfang's perception, the person standing in front of him was not an old man at all.

It is a towering, unshakeable mountain that reaches to the heavens and the earth!

It is a bottomless ocean, large enough to swallow everything!

"Old... Celestial Master."

Tu Junfang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to kneel down. Although his voice was hoarse, he still maintained the composure of a master.

"It seems you've been waiting for us all along."

The old master Zhang Zhiwei slowly turned around, his gaze calmly sweeping over the crowd.

That look in his eyes contained neither anger nor murderous intent.

It's like watching a swarm of ants that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"It's so late at night, they won't let people sleep."

The old Celestial Master spoke calmly, "Tu Junfang, is it? The Three Corpses of Quanxing... I've heard of your name. What, you're joining this group of juniors in their nonsense?"

Being named the most outstanding person in the world did not make Tu Junfang feel honored; instead, his muscles were tense to the extreme.

He knew that if he wasn't careful today, it would be utterly disastrous.

"I was entrusted with this task, so I simply did my duty to him."

Tu Junfang cupped his hands in greeting. Although he was at a complete disadvantage, he did not kneel down and beg for mercy like those scoundrels.

The Qi around his body began to circulate wildly, and the Three Corpse Demon Shadows behind him let out a shrill roar, manifesting a hideous form.

"Master, I know I am no match for you."

Tu Junfang's eyes were sharp, his fighting spirit undiminished:

"But now that we're here, if we don't test our abilities, we'll be ridiculed by our fellow martial artists."

"Brothers! Spread out! Proceed according to plan!"

"I'll lead the attack!!"

With a loud shout, Tu Junfang advanced instead of retreating!

The three corpses behind him, like three black lightning bolts, carrying corpse poison powerful enough to corrode the soul, rushed towards the old Celestial Master in a triangular formation!

This is a desperate, all-out attack!

This attack was so powerful that even ordinary members of the Ten Elders would find it difficult to handle.

The old celestial master didn't even lift his eyelids.

He just yawned, looking a little bored, and then casually raised his right hand.

A flash of golden light appeared.

"Interesting, but... not much."

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

The old master's palm movements appear slow, yet they arrive faster than expected.

The three hideous and terrifying Three Corpse Demons, upon touching the old Celestial Master's golden light, were like snowflakes touching a red-hot iron.

"Fuck-"

Before they could even scream, they were melted by the extremely powerful and yang golden light!

"puff!"

With his three vital organs damaged, Tu Junfang was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood and staggering back a few steps.

Just one move.

It couldn't even be considered a move; it was more like a casual flick of the wrist.

The gap is so large that it's despair-inducing.

"Is this... the weight of a Celestial Master from the Celestial Master's Mansion?"

Tu Junfang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a bitter and horrified look flashing in his eyes.

He knew he would lose, but he never imagined he would lose so thoroughly, so...like a joke.

"run!!"

Without any hesitation, Tu Junfang decisively issued the order to retreat:

"Run in a spread-out formation! Don't look back! Every person who can get away is a chance!"

His judgment was extremely accurate.

They absolutely cannot win by fighting. The only way to survive is to use their numerical advantage to scatter and escape, thereby completing the task of luring away the old master.

Upon hearing the order, the Quanxing masters behind him instantly scattered and fled frantically in all directions.

"run?"

The old celestial master watched the crowd scatter and flee, a playful smile playing on his lips.

He didn't rush to catch up, but instead slowly straightened his cuffs.

"Don't rush, let's stretch our muscles a bit?"

Before he could finish speaking...

The old celestial master's figure vanished into thin air.

next second.

"boom!"

The fastest runner, a Quanxing master skilled in earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of martial arts technique), was about to burrow into the ground when he was kicked out like a football by a foot wearing cloth shoes.

Followed by.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

A series of sounds, like firecrackers, echoed through the woods.

Whether they use poison, witchcraft, or hidden weapons.

Faced with absolute speed and power, all skills become useless.

Less than ten seconds.

Apart from Tu Junfang, all the Quanxing masters were neatly stacked together, forming a small mountain.

"call……"

Tu Junfang leaned against a large tree, watching this scene with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

He didn't run away.

Because he knew he couldn't escape.

The old master slowly walked up to him, put his hands behind his back, and looked down at this only Quanxing master who could still stand.

"Not bad, his temperament is acceptable, better than these good-for-nothings who only know how to run away with their heads in their hands."

The old master commented casually, then held up one finger:

"However, now that we're here at Longhu Mountain, let's not rush off."

"Play a game with me, old Taoist priest."

"game?"

Tu Junfang smiled wryly, "Master, you're making this junior feel ashamed."

"Hehe, that's too kind."

The old celestial master pointed to the distant mountains, a playful glint in his eyes:

"Old Taoist, I'm going for a stroll over there now."

"You'll be my runner-up."

"What if we run too slowly..."

The golden light in the old celestial master's hand transformed into a gleaming golden pointer, which he gently tapped on his palm:

"Old Taoist, I'll help you pinch those three corpse worms out one by one and sun them."

Tu Junfang looked at the golden pointer, then at his groaning companions on the ground.

This corpse demon, who had roamed the martial world for many years, finally sighed helplessly.

"Since the Celestial Master is in such a good mood..."