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

"I didn't lay a hand on it! I really didn't lay a hand on it! I was just someone who was dragged here to do the work! I don't know anything about it!"

"Second Master, spare me! Grandpa, spare me!!"

Looking at the pile of ashes on the ground, Lü Liang was truly terrified.

This is no Tian Shu Zhenren at all; he is clearly a killing god in human skin!

Zhang Tianyi frowned in disgust and fanned the air in front of his nose:

"What a spineless person."

He walked up to Lü Liang and looked down at the trembling boy.

“I know you didn’t make a move, and your Soul Clarity Technique wasn’t actually activated just now.”

"Besides, your surname is Lü."

Zhang Tianyi narrowed her eyes slightly:

"Although I don't like that old dog Lü Ci, I won't kill you for the sake of the Lü family's kinship."

"but……"

Zhang Tianyi extended a finger and gently touched Lü Liang's brow.

Noisy!

A faint but extremely pure electric current drilled into Lü Liang's brain.

"what!!"

Lü Liang clutched his head and screamed in agony.

"The death penalty may be waived, but punishment is inescapable."

"This lightning strike will seal your meridians for three months, and incidentally, it will let you experience the thrill of being struck by five thunderbolts every night at midnight."

"Get lost."

Zhang Tianyi kicked Lü Liang in the butt, sending him flying out of the window.

"Go back and tell those old bastards from Quanxing."

"Gong Qing's ashes are here."

"Anyone who dares to covet Longhu Mountain again will suffer the consequences!"

"roll!!"

Chapter 41 Even a God Can't Save Me? What Can I Say When I Arrive?

After dealing with the two people, Zhang Tianyi took a deep breath, and the violence in his eyes gradually subsided.

He turned around and walked up to Tian Jinzhong, helping him tuck in his slightly disheveled Taoist robe.

"Third brother, were you scared?"

His tone was so gentle that it was almost unrecognizable as the killing machine he had just been.

Tian Jinzhong shook his head, his eyes filled with emotion:

"Senior brother... if it weren't for you, tonight I'm afraid..."

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Zhang Tianyi tapped him on the forehead:

"With me around, even the King of Hell will have to avoid you."

"Alright, Rongshan, keep an eye on your martial uncle."

Zhang Tianyi walked to the window, looking at the distant forest ablaze with flames, his eyes turning cold once more:

"The rats in the house have been cleaned up."

"Now……"

"It's time to go and deal with those stray dogs outside."

"Old Lu, that crybaby, seems to have been bullied."

"And that silly boy Lingyu is over there too."

"These Quanxing bastards are really shameless. They're addicted to bullying honest people, aren't they?"

"gone."

boom!

A flash of lightning.

Zhang Tianyi's figure vanished instantly.

……

at the same time.

In the woods on the other side of Longhu Mountain.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The rhythmic sounds of blows, accompanied by screams, rose and fell.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei was strolling leisurely through the woods with his hands behind his back.

With each step, a Quanxing demon would fly out like a cannonball, either hanging on a tree or embedded in the ground.

"too weak……"

"Too slow..."

"Don't you Quanxing have anyone who can fight?"

The old celestial master shook his head and sighed as he cleared away the swarms of enemies.

He didn't even fully activate the Golden Light Mantra; with just a casual wave of his hand, the immense Qi was enough to shatter the opponent's internal organs.

Behind him lay a pile of people.

"Old Celestial Master!!"

A burly Quanxing master roared as he charged forward, "I am..."

"Snapped!"

a slap.

The expert was slammed into the mud before he could even finish saying his name, leaving only his legs twitching outside.

"Don't introduce yourself at times like this, I won't remember it anyway."

The old master wiped his hands with disdain and turned his gaze to the deeper battlefield.

"Hmm? Old Lu's breathing is disordered?"

He frowned slightly.

"Looks like those four brats have some tricks up their sleeves."

"Forget it, with the second brother going, nothing serious should happen. Although that guy seems unreliable, he's even more protective of his own than I am."

Thinking of this, the old master was no longer in a hurry.

He casually picked up a Quanxing demon who was still pretending to be dead and asked with a smile:

"Hey, young man, wake up!"

"Tell the old Taoist priest, how many people did you bring this time? Did you bring enough money for medical expenses?"

……

Let's turn our attention back to the most intense battlefield.

This is an open space, where the surrounding trees have long been destroyed by the violent flow of Qi.

The air was filled with a pink, cloyingly sweet scent, mixed with a brutal killing intent and desperate cries.

The Four Madmen of Quanxing.

Dou Mei, the poison that pierces the intestines; Xia He, the bone-scraping knife; Shen Chong, the root of disaster; Gao Ning, the thunder and smoke cannon.

These four people were now positioned in a surrounding formation, standing at the four corners of the battlefield.

Among them stood an old man with disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes, and white clothes stained red with blood.

Lu Jin!

At this moment, Lu Jin had long lost his usual grandmaster demeanor.

He was like a wounded wild beast, his Qi surging wildly, and blue talismans flying everywhere as if they were free.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

Lu Jin roared, unleashing a torrent of Heavenly Talismans from his hands. Each talisman carried destructive power, blasting the ground into countless holes.

But he couldn't hit anyone.

Because his mind had been completely disrupted by Gao Ning's "Twelve Labors Formation".

Negative emotions were like a giant net, tightly binding his heart and plunging him into endless internal strife and madness.

"Hehehe... Old Master Lu, stop struggling."

The chubby monk Gao Ning sat cross-legged on the ground, a compassionate yet cruel smile on his face:

"The hatred in your heart is too heavy. This Twelve Labors Formation is specially prepared for people like you who are deeply obsessed."

"In this rage... burn your life out."

"Senior Lu!!"

At the edge of the battlefield, Zhang Lingyu was clutching his chest, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, kneeling on one knee.

He wanted to rush in to save people, but in front of him stood a pink-haired woman—Xia He.

"Master Lingyu, don't move."