A master of comedy!

"The Suanni... is clamoring to be with me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng froze for a moment, almost unable to react.

"Humph!"

A cold snort rang out, and then a burly, dignified old man walked out from behind the door.

He was dressed in a bright yellow robe, his eyes were like lightning, and he kept twirling two round iron beads in his hands, making a crisp sound.

Zhou Sheng's pupils constricted as he immediately felt an invisible pressure, as if even the surrounding air had solidified.

His every move exudes an air of authority without anger.

Such a person makes people overlook their appearance; the first reaction is to be apprehensive and cautious, as if walking on thin ice.

Compared to Yu Zhensheng, whose hair was completely white, his hair was only grayish-white with some black hair mixed in. He was tall and imposing, with an indescribable air of nobility.

His energy and spirit were like a blazing sun overhead, impossible to ignore.

"So you are Zhou Sheng?"

The old man's stern gaze swept over Zhou Sheng, and when he saw Zhou Sheng's handsome face, he couldn't help but snort again.

"Just like Yu Zhensheng back then, he's a pretty boy."

The voice was full of disdain, but Zhou Sheng could clearly hear a hint of barely suppressed anger, as well as a sour grapes attitude.

"Junior Zhou Sheng greets Master Yu."

As a master in the Yin Opera, Zhou Sheng naturally treated Yu Tianheng with the respect due to a junior, not to mention that he actually understood why the other party was angry.

Yu Tianheng was a prodigy back then, but he was always overshadowed by his master. Even his most beloved junior sister never married and loved her master until her death.

Even more humiliating is that the master never actively seduced the other party's junior sister, and even explicitly rejected her on multiple occasions.

This kind of blow is something that ordinary people cannot tolerate.

"May I ask, senior, where is my master?"

As he said this, Zhou Sheng stared at the other person, locking onto him with his aura. His astonishing blood and qi surged within his body. His 150 years of cultivation were like a majestic snow-capped mountain, capable of unleashing a world-shaking avalanche with just a thunderclap.

Tan Sheng's expression changed drastically just from being affected by the aura. He subconsciously took several steps back until his master's hand supported his back.

"What retreat? Sing an old man's role, you must be as immovable as a mountain."

His master's reprimand made him feel ashamed, but there was still a trace of doubt and surprise in his eyes when he looked at Zhou Sheng.

In that instant, he felt as if he were about to die at any moment, like running into a hungry tiger on a snowy night.

"Opening the body's energy channels, the fifth level. Young man, no wonder you're so arrogant. You certainly have the right to be arrogant."

A look of surprise flashed across Yu Tianheng's eyes.

His apprentice had told him about his experiences performing ghost plays during the Ghost Festival. At that time, Zhou Sheng was only at the fourth level of cultivation. Although it was amazing, it was still acceptable.

But how long has it been, and the fifth level has already been unlocked?

Keep in mind that when he reached the fifth level, he was already over forty years old, and that was after some extraordinary encounter.

"I said, where is my master?"

Zhou Sheng ignored the other person's praise. He repeated the question, his tone becoming even colder, his eyes like cold stars, brewing a startling sharpness.

The Yazi beast within his body roars like a dragon, capable of transforming into a weapon at any moment.

"died."

Yu Tianheng coldly uttered these two words, his expression calm, but the iron ball in his hand spun faster and faster, the sound of collisions as rapid as drums.

Clang!
Yazi was drawn from its sheath, transforming into the Breaking the Precepts Blade. The crimson blade light was like a red sun, seemingly outshining the sun in the sky, and its terrifying sharpness left blade marks on the walls on all sides.

The Buddha was angered by the breaking of the precepts and killing!
Under the impact of the sword intent, Tan Sheng's vision blurred, and he actually saw a giant Buddha surrounded by raging flames, standing on dragons and snakes, and holding a blood-red sword.

To slaughter all living beings is to save them.

Under this strike, his soul seemed to tremble, and his hardened Dao heart was on the verge of collapse. Just a glance at the blade's light made his eyes burn with pain, as if they were being scorched by raging fire.

Until a Peking Opera tune exploded like thunder.

"Anyone who enters the palace with a sword and shoes is guilty of treason!!"

Boom!

The thunderous, domineering, and majestic voice shook the green tiles on the surrounding rooftops, and cracks appeared in the water vat in the courtyard, with water spraying out.

hum!
The Broken Precept Blade in Zhou Sheng's hand let out a mournful cry, as if it had been struck by some kind of force or been subjected to some kind of restriction, and actually turned into a stream of light and returned to Zhou Sheng's body.

Those who wear swords and shoes in the palace are guilty of treason.

These eight short words seem to influence the operation of the laws of heaven and earth, just as an emperor's words carry the law and become law.

Even with thousands of divine weapons, Zhou Sheng could not pull them out in a short time.

But without weapons, his body itself is a weapon. After mastering the zombie technique, his physical body is comparable to ordinary magical treasures, impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire.

A fist gleaming with bronze light slammed down, and the volcanic eruption of blood and qi surged forth like waves of heat, scorching the skin until it turned red.

Yu Tianheng hurled the rapidly spinning iron bead in his hand with the force of a thunderbolt, but when it struck Zhou Sheng, it was like hitting a great bell, leaving no mark except for the sparks that flew up.

Yu Tianheng's eyes instantly brightened, shining like the sun. He half-squatted in a horse stance, his arms crossed like maces. At the moment of clash, he exhaled loudly, his form like a cast bell. The ground beneath his feet cracked and twisted, but his body remained firmly rooted to the spot.

This is the Vajra stance, commonly seen in the scene where Dian Wei protects the emperor in "Battle of Wancheng," a true display of solid, hard-hitting skill.

Zhou Sheng's punch, imbued with 150 years of internal energy and the divine power of the bronze-armored corpse, failed to repel the opponent even a single step.

With its feet firmly planted on the two-character clamped sheep horse, it lets the Taihang Mountains crash down.

Zhou Sheng truly saw the profound knowledge and experience of a grandmaster in the other person's imposing figure.

"I didn't expect you to have even learned Zhao Liu's zombie skills. But even if Zhao Liu were to come back to life, he was nothing more than a defeated opponent of mine back then, let alone you?"

He paused, stretched his limbs, his burly body crackling with each blow, his eyes gleaming, and stretched out his hand, saying, "Let's continue, that punch just now was quite interesting."

Yu Tianheng's expression turned serious. He rubbed his slightly sore palms, but his eyes were unusually bright.

That punch just now ignited his martial arts fanaticism.

"Boss, this is a tough one, let's all go together!"

Zhou Sheng quickly pressed down on the red line he was about to rush forward and said, "I admit defeat."

Yu Tianheng: "..."

His face immediately showed an extremely uncomfortable expression, more disgusted than if he had eaten a fly, and he had to put down the stance he had just raised.

He, who held himself in high esteem, would never lay a hand on a junior who had admitted defeat.

"Boss, he killed Master! Even though Master was old and ugly, he was still Master! Let go of me, I want to avenge Master!"

Upon hearing this, Tan Sheng's gaze towards Hong Xian instantly became much more affectionate.

"Yes, yes, I killed that old and ugly guy. Come and get revenge on me. Here's what I'll do: I'll give you... one of my hands."

Seeing that Zhou Sheng remained silent, he gritted his teeth and said, "Both hands!" (End of Chapter)