I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

"Oh? Another busybody here?" The tall boy tilted his head, a ferocious smile spreading across his face that didn't suit his age.

"An outsider? Hehe, I'm itching for a fight." The chubby boy clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

"You're asking for death!" The third, thin boy spoke the least, but his eyes were the fiercest. He kicked a sharp-edged stone on the ground, which shot towards Song Zaixian's face like an arrow!
Warning bells rang in Song Zaixian's mind. He hurriedly dodged to the side, while simultaneously circulating his internal energy in an attempt to block.

However, the force attached to that stone was astonishing, and the speed was as fast as lightning!

"Pfft!" Although he avoided a vital spot, the stone still grazed his shoulder, leaving a trail of blood and a burning pain.

What alarmed him even more was that the strange power contained in the stone was directly eroding his protective energy!

This is not the power of an ordinary child!

"Is this all you've got? Trying to stand up for yourself?" The tall boy sneered, his figure blurring as he appeared beside Song Zaixian like a ghost, throwing a punch at his ribs.

That punch, though seemingly simple, contained immense power capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks; the force of the punch tore through the air, emitting a shrill whistle.

Song Zaixian hastily crossed his arms to block.

"boom!"

An irresistible force surged through him, and he felt as if he had been struck by a charging rhinoceros. His arms ached terribly, and his bones felt like they were about to shatter.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the muddy ground several meters away. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He couldn't even see the other two boys' movements clearly; he only felt another heavy blow to his back and legs, the excruciating pain almost making him faint.

His enhanced strength was so utterly insignificant and pitifully weak in front of these strange "children"!
This is the Undying Mountain, a special world.

"Stop!" Bengshan roared, his eyes bloodshot, and charged forward like an enraged bear.

His muscles bulged, and a yellowish-brown energy burst forth as he punched the fat boy who was about to kill Song Zaixian.

The fat boy curled his lip in disdain and casually slapped out.

"Oh!"

When their fists and palms collided, the immense force that could split mountains and shatter rocks was effortlessly met by the opponent!
Not only that, a chilling and vicious force surged up his arm, and Beng Shan let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his entire arm instantly going numb!
But his desperate attack also bought Song Zaixian a chance to catch his breath.

"Go!" Knowing that they couldn't linger in the fight, Bengshan grabbed Song Zaixian, who was almost unable to move, with his other hand.

Song Zaixian seemed to have seen something, and at the same time activated his trump card for survival: the Law of Mist.

A dense, grayish-white mist with an aura-isolating effect instantly erupted from his center, quickly enveloping an area of ​​several meters around him, obscuring his vision and interfering with his senses.

From within the mist, the angry shouts and the whooshing sounds of attacks from the three children could be heard, but they seemed to have temporarily lost their target.

Relying on his vague sense of direction, Bengshan dragged Song Zaixian along, staggering and fleeing with all his might in the opposite direction from the lake, towards a denser forest.
They fled for an unknown distance until they could no longer hear any sound behind them, then collapsed, exhausted, into a secluded crevice in the rocks. Bengshan leaned against the rock wall, panting heavily, one of his arms hanging limply at his side, clearly badly injured.

Looking at Song Zaixian beside him, who was also covered in wounds and weak, a surge of anger mixed with lingering fear welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but curse:
"Are you fucking crazy?! Huh?! I know you're a good person, but this is the dangerous Undying Mountain! It's not your backyard! You want to be a hero? Do you even have the ability?! We almost both died there! Is it worth it for some nobody brat?!"

He cursed mercilessly, his chest heaving violently with anger and pain. Bengshan wasn't really angry, just feeling a sense of disappointment and frustration; even he, a supposedly "good person," thought Song Zaixian was a pushover.

Song Zaixian lay sprawled on the ground, listening to Bengshan's angry curses, without refuting them, only lowering his head and letting the blood drip from the corner of his mouth.

After Bengshan had finished cursing and his breathing had calmed down a bit, he used a hoarse voice, filled with exhaustion and apology, to recount his childhood in fits and starts.

The threat of not eating, the mother, the past of being bullied.

"I'm sorry, Brother Bengshan, it's my fault. I was too impulsive and dragged you into this." He said in a low voice at the end.

After listening to Song Zaixian's account, Bengshan fell silent.

The anger on his face gradually faded, replaced by a complex emotion.

He recalled that although Song Zaixian was usually cautious, he was genuinely kind to his companions.

It turns out that behind that seemingly foolish impulse lies such a heartbreaking past.

After a long pause, Bengshan sighed heavily, his tone softening considerably, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible guilt: "I'm the one who should apologize. I lost my temper with you without understanding the situation. Don't be too discouraged. Next time we meet, we'll try to outsmart each other, or we can wait until we're stronger."

"Brother Bengshan, don't say that. You haven't done anything to wrong me. Without you along the way, I probably would have died countless times. It was my willfulness, it's all my fault." Song Zaixian continued to apologize.

"It's no big deal. I didn't use many of my trump cards just now. I didn't want to linger in the fight. Otherwise, what would those kids be?" Bengshan said stubbornly, actually using this method to comfort Song Zaixian.

Song Zaixian struggled to sit up, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

Looking at Bengshan's injuries, which were not much better than his own, he felt even more guilty and said, "That child probably took the opportunity to escape and should be out of danger. Brother Bengshan, you are seriously injured. You should rest here. I... I will continue to investigate by the lake. I can't drag you down any further."

He tried to take all the blame upon himself, claiming that he had only activated the Mist Law to escape after seeing the little boy run away.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Bengshan's intact hand suddenly reached out and gripped his injured shoulder tightly.

"Hiss—!" The excruciating pain made Song Zaixian grimace instantly.

Bengshan looked at him and scoffed disdainfully. Although his face was pale from blood loss, his eyes remained firm: "Your injury isn't much lighter than mine. What are you trying to show off for? We're a team. Don't think you can show off all by yourself!"

Between men, sometimes not many words are needed.

Although the handshake hurt, it warmed Song Zaixian's cold heart.

Looking at Bengshan's seemingly fierce yet concerned eyes, he finally gave up and nodded heavily.

"Yeah, together."

Song Zaixian's style is indeed very touching, but Zhang Yangqing's style next door is quite strange.

(End of this chapter)