Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

At the command, the delegation members, who had been holding back their anger all the way, sprang into action instantly.

Zhao Huaijin drew his longsword, a flash of light, and aimed straight at the young master, coldly snorting as he spoke:

"You spoiled brat, trying to rob people on the road? Today, your parents will teach you a lesson!"

Li Qingyan and Zhou Shi stood on the left and right, protecting the flanks. Their fists whistled, knocking the first few henchmen who rushed up to their deaths.

Wu Xian, Qi Xuejian, Chen Xi, and the rest of the temple's entourage formed a battle formation and simultaneously used their psychic powers to materialize.

Brilliant beams of light erupted from their hands, hurtling towards the henchmen.

Chen Xi, in particular, made those rude men flustered, prompting Zhou Shi to take a moment to offer a simple and honest compliment:

"Chen Xi, impressive skills!"

Qiu Zhengnan's eyes narrowed and he joined the battle. Ye Zhiqiu gently waved his folding fan, seemingly strolling leisurely, but he always appeared at the crucial moment. When the fan ribs struck, someone would inevitably fall to the ground and convulse.

Su Mingyuan and Gu Chengye remained firmly in the middle, their moves grand and powerful, clearly reserving their strength to guard against unforeseen events.

Feng Yu originally intended to order the Imperial Guard Commander Yan Feng to lead the royal guards and coordinate with the Temple Guards in battle.

Seeing that the people in the temple were working together seamlessly and that the situation was under their control, they were instructed to form a defensive formation to protect the carriage, and they did not join the battle.

Just then, two robbers wielding giant axes seized an opening and, with the cover of their accomplices, pounced on Shen Zhen from the side.

They realized that this young man was the core of the delegation, and if they could capture him, the tide of battle could be turned.

The giant axe, carrying a strong wind, cleaved towards Shen Zhen's vital points. The move was ruthless, and the axe blade was also radiating faint psychic energy fluctuations, clearly indicating that it was not an ordinary robber.

Shen Zhen sat upright on the horse, his expression unchanged, only slightly turning his wrist, the Mind Ruler was already in his palm.

The spatial power within his body instantly circulated, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly.

Throughout his journey, Shen Zhen had been trying to comprehend "Space Restriction: Chapter One," and through diligent practice, he had gained some insights. Now was the time to put them to the test.

Faced with attacks from both sides, Shen Zhen did not dodge. With a thought, the space within a one-meter radius around him suddenly froze, which was the [Spatial Imprisonment].

The two robbers felt as if their axes were sinking into sticky mud, their movements suddenly slowed, and their eyes were filled with horror.

In the instant the robbers hesitated, Shen Zhen let out a low shout, and his mental power surged into the Mind Ruler:

"Shadow Strike!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly split into two blurry afterimages, flashing and intersecting like ghosts.

This is the Divine Spell taught by Shen Zhenglan, which emphasizes instantaneous bursts and sudden advances.

Now, infused with the power of despair, the afterimage appears even more eerie, its speed increasing several times over compared to the original.

Two afterimages wielded rulers and struck swiftly, like lightning flashing by. The ruler winds aimed directly at the major acupoints on the body, with extremely tricky angles, leaving no way to dodge.

"Get out of the way!" The two robbers abandoned their axes and retreated quickly.

But how could they be faster than Shen Zhen? Before they could even loosen their grip, two soft sounds rang out simultaneously.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two soft sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The two robbers felt a numbness in their wrists, the giant axe flew from their hands, and a sharp pain shot through their knees, causing them to fall uncontrollably to their knees. The residual force of Nian Jiechi's sword struck them between the eyebrows, causing their vision to go black and them to faint on the spot.

The entire process took no more than two breaths.

The two seemingly fierce robbers were easily subdued. The sharpness of the Shadow Strike and the strangeness of the spatial power were combined in actual combat for the first time, and the power far exceeded Shen Zhen's expectations.

Shen Zhen withdrew the ruler, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the combination of [Spatial Imprisonment] and [Shadow Strike] was smoother than anticipated, but the range of the imprisonment was still somewhat limited.

However, he did not dwell on this.

This was only the first attempt, and the results were already quite remarkable.

Moreover, how rare is the power of space? Looking at the entire circle of those who caress the gods, those who can master this technique are extremely rare.

He believed that with future practical experience and improved cultivation, this confinement would eventually expand, and his control over spatial power would become increasingly proficient.

"What a fast move!" Ye Zhi Qiu paused with his fan, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The others also showed expressions of shock; Shen Zhen's move had indeed taken them by surprise.

On the other hand, the young master thought they were a bunch of fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, but he didn't expect to kick a hornet's nest.

Although the opposing force was roughly equal in number, their teamwork was excellent, and their individual strength far surpassed that of his rabble. His side was instantly put at a disadvantage.

Especially the one wielding a longsword and the one using a strange ruler, their moves were incredibly fierce.

He frantically defended against Zhao Huaijin's attacks, sweat beading on his forehead, his previous arrogance completely gone.

At this moment, some of the robbers, sensing that things were going badly, exchanged glances.

They had intended to create chaos, sow discord, and ideally injure several key figures in the delegation, but they hadn't expected the other side to be so formidable.

Seeing that the plan was about to be exposed, one of them made a hand gesture.

He then feinted and led the way into the depths of the canyon forest.

On the other side, several robbers, seeing this, abandoned the fight and fled.

Their escape caused the already demoralized bandits to collapse, crying out for their parents and scattering like birds and beasts.

Unnoticed by anyone, in the shadows at the edge of the dense forest, a ghostly black shadow, like a bat blending into the night, lurked in the darkness.

In the instant the robbers scattered, he silently followed the few who were gesturing to escape, his toes barely touching the ground as he trailed far behind them.

The shadowy figure was completely shrouded in a dark cloak, with only its eyes visible. Its presence blended perfectly with the surrounding trees and shadows, making it difficult for even the most sensitive psychic abilities to detect its presence.

On the battlefield.

The young master's hair ribbon was cut off by Zhao Huaijin's sword, his hair was disheveled, and he was so frightened that he retreated backward on all fours, rolling twice before barely stopping.

"Ah Da! Ah Er! Where are you? Help me!"

The young master shouted, his eyes frantically searching through the dispersing crowd.

But after scanning around, apart from the fleeing robbers and the approaching delegation, there was no trace of those who had instigated him.

The young master's crying stopped abruptly, his eyes widened suddenly, and he pointed towards the depths of the dense forest, his face full of astonishment, as if he had just realized something.

"It's over...it's all over!"

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped the ground, crying his heart out, tears and snot mixed together.

"I've been tricked by them, those damned bastards! They said I was an easy target, but they were just using me as a pawn! These despicable liars tricked me into coming here to die!"

He then kowtowed to Shen Zhen and the others.

"You...you really are an envoy?"

"My lords, spare me! I was blind! I'll never block your way again! Please don't kill me!"

The fighting quickly subsided.

Shen Zhen then noticed that the people who had been instigating him were gone. He walked up to the young master who was slumped on the ground and asked in a deep voice:

"Name, background."

The young master was crying his eyes out:

"I...I'm called Qian Duoduo, and my father is...Qian Sihai, the president of the Hongshan Chamber of Commerce in Dayue City..."

I was just bored and had nothing better to do, so I listened to some slander and wanted to find some excitement...

I truly had no idea it was you gentlemen! If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to do it even if you gave me a hundred lives!

"Qian Duoduo?" Ye Zhi Qiu closed his fan and walked over, chuckling.

Did your father name you this hoping you would become very wealthy?

As the son of the chamber of commerce president, he must be incredibly wealthy. Why would he resort to highway robbery?

Qian Duoduo looked miserable:

"Your Excellency, the Governor of Fu'an, may not know this, but although your family is wealthy, you spend all your time either doing accounts or socializing, which is incredibly boring."

I just wanted to... I just wanted to find something different... but... but...

He became increasingly regretful as he spoke, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Please, sirs, have mercy on me! I'll pay you back!"

I'll have my father thank you profusely! Just please don't tell my father, and don't report this to the authorities!