Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

"Release Lord Caden!"

"What do you want to do!"

Upon seeing this, the members of the exorcism cult nearby were all furious and instinctively wanted to draw their weapons and rush forward.

However, as soon as they took a step, they were met with a cold gaze.

Yang Xian grabbed Kaden by the neck, lifting him into the air, and spoke in a flat, monotone voice.

"If he comes any closer, I'll strangle him."

The exorcists froze on the spot, not daring to move an inch.

They dare not gamble.

Even the meticulously prepared fourth-realm "Blade Demon" couldn't withstand a single move from the opponent, and was charred into a pile of charred remains by a bolt of lightning.

With just a few of them, what's the difference between going up there now and sending them to their deaths?

The group exchanged glances and instantly made the wisest decision.

"thump!"

They all knelt down in unison, throwing their weapons aside.

"Mr. Yang Xian! Let's talk this out! Please don't resort to violence!"

"Please, have mercy on him!"

"Lord Caden can't die! If he dies here, we won't be able to face the Archbishop!"

The cries for mercy rose and fell, sounding incredibly earnest.

Yang Xian sneered inwardly.

die?

That's too lenient on him.

For someone who repeatedly refuses to learn from their mistakes, a more painful way than death is to make them live in fear for the rest of their life.

Yang Xian tightened his grip on Kaden's neck slightly.

In that instant, a sliver of light, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, slipped from his fingertips beneath the skin of Kaden's nape and vanished.

That was a "Nightmare Gu".

This thing itself has no lethality, but it can silently integrate with the human brain and nervous system.

It lurks silently in the depths of the host's subconscious, feeding on the host's fears and constantly creating the illusions that are most likely to break the host.

Those afflicted by the curse will live under the shadow cast by the curse caster, tormented day and night by the deepest fear in their hearts, until their minds completely collapse and they become utter madmen.

Most importantly, these Gu worms are extremely secretive, making them virtually impossible for foreigners like the Exorcism Cult, who know very little about Eastern esoteric arts, to detect.

This time, it was truly worse than death.

After doing all this, Yang Xian casually tossed it aside.

"Get lost."

Carden fell heavily to the ground and coughed violently.

He raised his head, and his face, which had been filled with anger and resentment, was now filled with boundless fear.

He suddenly let out a piercing scream.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'll never do it again! I'll never come to China again! Please!"

He crawled backward on his hands and feet, curling up into a ball, trembling.

Clearly, the Nightmare Gu has begun to take effect.

Although the members of the exorcism cult were completely bewildered, they were overjoyed when they saw that Yang Xian had really let go.

"Thank you, Mr. Xie Yangxian, for showing mercy!"

"Let's go! Let's go!"

They scrambled to their feet, helped the still-incoherent Carden up, and slunk away off the field without looking back.

Yang Xian watched their disheveled figures and a smirk appeared on his lips.

See, they actually have to thank me.

The deathly silence was only broken when the figures of the exorcist cult members completely disappeared from the doorway.

The next moment, a deafening roar of cheers erupted.

"Yang Shen is awesome!"

"Well done! I've been wanting to get back at those foreigners for ages!"

"That was so satisfying! This is what Chinese martial artists should be like!"

The crowd surged toward Yang Xian instantly, completely surrounding him.

A female classmate with a high ponytail squeezed to the front, her cheeks flushed, and handed a small notebook to Yang Xian.

"Yang Shen, I...I really admire you! Can I get your autograph?"

"Me too! Me too!"

Another boy, not to be outdone, stretched out his school uniform sleeve. "Yang Shen! Sign my shirt!"

This completely ignited everyone's enthusiasm.

"Yang Shen! Me too!"

"Sign here!"

Everyone's thoughts were surprisingly unanimous at this moment.

The strength Yang Shen displayed today was simply monstrous!

He will definitely become a super big shot in the future!

Now I can meet him in person and get his autograph. I may never have this opportunity again!

I want this autograph now, I can brag about it for the rest of my life!

Yang Xian was squeezed in the middle of the crowd, looking at the notebooks, cell phones, and even clothes being extended from all directions, and for a moment he was both amused and exasperated.

no……

How did a perfectly good freshman competition turn into a massive fan frenzy?

……

On the distant high platform, Archbishop Leimen's entire face was ashen.

He abruptly stood up from his seat and stiffly said to Huang Meng beside him, "Principal Huang, I suddenly remembered I have some urgent business to attend to, so I'll have to take my leave now!"

"Don't rush, Archbishop Leimen, the competition has only just begun. There's more to come." Huang Meng slowly picked up his teacup and blew on the steam.

"I'm not watching anymore, goodbye!" Lemon then led his men away quickly without looking back.

Huang Meng watched his hurried departure, then looked down at Yang Xian, who was surrounded by enthusiastic students, and finally a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

This kid is not only ridiculously strong, bringing honor to the Chinese martial arts world, but more importantly, he also knows how to behave appropriately.

In that situation, Huang Meng was genuinely afraid that Yang Xian might act impulsively and kill him in front of everyone.

After all, Carden's identity is special. If he really dies at Chengwu University, it will most likely cause a huge public opinion storm, and may even lead to a sharp deterioration in the relationship between China and the Exorcism Cult.

In this way, the person didn't die, but was just terrified. We vented our anger without leaving any evidence.

This couldn't be better!

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dormitory.

"How is Carden now?" Lemon asked.

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing his words:

"Reporting to the Archbishop, Lord Caden has taken the best healing medicine, and his physical injuries are not serious, but..."

"It seems there's a slight problem with her mental state."

"It seems... he got so badly beaten that he became withdrawn!"

Lemon's gaze fell on the bed.

Carden was huddled in the corner of the sofa, hugging his knees, wrapped tightly in a blanket, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

He would occasionally let out a terrified scream, covering his head with his hands.

"Yang Xian! Please don't come any closer! I really won't do it again! I'll never do it again!"

"What a piece of trash!" Lemon glanced at him once before turning his gaze away in annoyance.

He could certainly protest to the people at Chengwu University, demanding treatment and even huge compensation.

But in doing so, it seems like they're too sore loser.

He took a fourth-realm demon to challenge a third-realm newbie, but was utterly defeated. The demon was instantly killed, and he was scared out of his mind.

Who can I complain to about this?

If word gets out, it will only bring shame upon the entire Exorcism Cult!

Leimen can't afford to lose face like this!

He suppressed his anger and waved his hand:

"Alright, alright, let's send someone back tomorrow!"

"With his appearance, he'll only embarrass me if he stays!"