A master of comedy!

The troupe leader?

Upon hearing this title, the three Dharma Kings of the Dragon Flower Sect, all great cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending Realm, simultaneously had their pupils tremble, showing a tremendous reaction.

There is only one person who can be called the head of the troupe by the Holy Maiden, and that is Zhou Sheng, the famous opera god who was famous all over the world twenty years ago.

He was the most amazing figure in the Yin Opera lineage for thousands of years. With his song "Exploring Yin Mountain", he killed countless Yin gods in the underworld and even forced Yama, the King of Hell, into reincarnation. There has been no news of him since.

It is widely believed that Zhou Sheng, the god of opera, must have at least passed through five heavenly tribulations; otherwise, he could never have accomplished such a feat.

This person has been missing for twenty years. If he really returns, his cultivation level will probably have improved again.

However, the three were, after all, masters, and they quickly calmed down. Instead of panicking, they took action to seal off the surrounding void.

"Holy Maiden, you may be able to fool others with your bluffing, but in front of us old folks, your methods are far too naive."

The Demon King in Crimson Robes, Fang Xiangshi, mocked mercilessly: "Although that God of Drama has a great reputation, he has not been cultivating for sixty years. Even if he were here, he couldn't save you."

He paused, a sinister glint in his voice: "I've heard that the God of Drama possesses a unique skill called Spirit Binding and Commanding, which piques my curiosity. If I could capture him, I'd have to study it carefully..."

Before the words were even finished, the expressions on the faces of the three people changed simultaneously.

A sigh suddenly rang out, right behind the three of them, like a gentle breeze or a ray of moonlight, silently creeping up behind them.

"I am also very curious, how many rounds can the three Dharma Kings of the Longhua Sect last against me?"

The three of them felt a prickling sensation on their backs in an instant, and without any hesitation, each used their escape techniques.

Strangely, the person behind him did not make a move, seemingly completely indifferent to this precious opportunity. Instead, a flash of golden light appeared, and he arrived beside the young master, Ying Wujiu.

Without any fancy spells, he simply made one gesture.

Raise your hand and slap someone.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...

Seven beams of light dissipated in succession. Under this slap, the seven superior protective magic treasures were instantly annihilated, with almost no resistance.

That wasn't all. When the palm wind, as fierce as the heavens, blew towards Ying Wujiu's face, a dazzling light suddenly shone from his body, revealing a figure with a pale face and white hair, yet with a profound and abyss-like aura, resembling a demon king.

"I, an old man, respond to Brahma's call; please, Your Excellency—"

Before he could finish speaking, the large hand, shimmering with golden light, shattered the figure with a deafening bang, destroying all the protective measures left behind by a terrestrial immortal.

Slap on flies and tigers together.

Boom!!
The slap landed squarely on Ying Wujiu's face, instantly contorting his handsome yet eerie features. He then crashed through walls like a cannonball.

Finally, he collapsed amidst the rubble, half his face a bloody mess, his bones shattered, unconscious, and his tongue pulverized by the astonishing force of the palm strike.

Seven superior protective magic treasures, the protective methods of a terrestrial immortal, and the magical powers of a sixth-level expert—all of these shattered like bubbles before this slap.

That golden, gleaming hand seemed capable of plucking stars from the sky and moving mountains and seas; it possessed a terrifying, chilling magic.

"Little Lord!"

The purple-robed emperor Xie Xuanjun and the crimson-robed demon king Fang Xiangshi both wanted to go to the rescue, but Zhou Sheng only glanced back once, which made the two of them stop immediately.

That one glance was like the gaze of a soaring dragon, its profound and domineering aura causing the two to instinctively feel a trace of...fear. It was an emotion that was almost unfamiliar to them. Since transcending their tribulations and standing at the pinnacle of the world, rarely encountering an opponent, even when facing the Buddha Mother, they only felt awe, but had never felt such obvious fear.

This is because, although Zhou Sheng's realm is not as high as that of the Buddha Mother, his killing intent is extremely strong and rarely seen in the world. Moreover, many of the opponents who died at his hands were top-notch experts.

The number of Transcending Tribulation Realm cultivators who died at his hands is too many to count on one hand, and there are even two Earth Immortals who have survived five Heavenly Tribulations.

Nourished by the overwhelming killing intent, the fate of the Fiend Dragon Devouring Immortals has grown to an unimaginable height. Those with low cultivation levels may not realize it, but those at the Tribulation Transcending Realm will feel an indescribable fear upon seeing it.

The evil dragon devours immortals, and that's what it is—immortals who have survived the heavenly tribulation. Therefore, when they look at Zhou Sheng, they see him as a gluttonous demonic dragon that feeds on immortals.

"Don't worry, your young master isn't dead yet. I've only crippled his martial arts and removed his tongue. As for his life..."

Zhou Sheng looked at Jinse and said softly with a smile, "It is up to the Holy Maiden to decide."

Jinse said she was determined to take Ying Wujiu's life, so Zhou Sheng naturally wouldn't overstep his bounds.

"Jinse, you can't just say you're not going to take care of me now, can you?"

"At least you still have some conscience..."

Jinse snorted, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

At the same time, she also felt a little surprised, because she keenly sensed that the troupe leader's attitude towards her seemed to have quietly changed.

The two exchanged a glance, seemingly ignoring the three Dharma Kings completely.

"Walk!!"

Almost simultaneously, the three Dharma Kings attacked together, but instead of killing Zhou Sheng, they fled in three different directions.

That palm strike just now shattered not only Ying Wujiu's future, but also their confidence.

Taking advantage of the moment when Zhou Sheng and Jinse were looking at each other and were slightly distracted, they seized the opportunity and used their respective methods to escape.

The fastest runner was actually Su Yulong.

He used the Earth Escape Golden Light Technique, one of the twelve supernatural powers, transforming into a lightning-fast golden light that could pass through mountains, walls, water, and fire. Almost nothing tangible could stop that Earth Escape Golden Light.

Legend has it that this technique was passed down from the great Taoist supernatural power of "Golden Light Across the Earth," but it was incomplete. Su Yulong, with his extraordinary talent, completed it and created the "Golden Light Across the Earth" technique. Although it is very different from the legendary "Golden Light Across the Earth," it is still the most advanced escape technique in the world!
Xie Xuanjun and Fang Xiangshi ran at about the same speed.

The former used the Purple Star Escape Technique, which was mysterious and unpredictable, and his figure seemed to twinkle like stars, roaming the void. The latter used an unknown evil technique, instantly transforming into countless blood crows, with his true body hidden among them, making him extremely concealed.

All three possessed profound knowledge and their escape techniques were extremely skillful. They were confident that even if they faced Zhou Sheng, who was at the Earth Immortal realm, they would still have a chance to escape.

It all depends on which one Zhou Sheng chooses to pursue.

To their surprise, Zhou Sheng not only didn't chase after them, but instead revealed a mysterious smile on his face.

The next moment, a thousand layers of immortal light rippled from his body, and the sound of the Great Dao resounded. A profound and mysterious artistic conception spread out like water, dyeing the surroundings with a jade color.

Instead of using the Great Dao of Time, he employed a newly acquired supernatural power.

"I'll use you as a test to see what kind of Dao field I've comprehended after a thousand years of cultivation."

...(End of this chapter)