One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

boom--!!!

This deafening roar was more than just an ear-splitting sound; it was as if a nuclear bomb had been detonated deep within the Earth's crust.

The once flat and spacious village square at the entrance of Biyou Village suffered a devastating blow in that instant.

There was no deceleration, no buffering, and no fancy landing techniques whatsoever.

That enormous cloud ship, formed entirely of golden light, descended with an arrogant and unreasonable air, like a meteorite falling from the heavens.

The air surged, and the shockwave, as solid as a physical object, spread wildly in all directions.

The bluestone slabs on the ground shattered instantly, turning into countless pebbles that shot towards the surrounding trees and houses like bullets.

Several nearby century-old trees were uprooted without even a sound, and then torn to pieces in mid-air by the violent airflow.

Dust filled the air.

The villagers, who were initially at a loss and in a state of panic, were now completely stunned by this sudden natural disaster.

They covered their heads and lay on the ground, feeling the entire earth trembling violently, as if the end of the world had truly arrived.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough..."

I don't know how much time passed.

The thick, oppressive smoke and dust finally began to dissipate somewhat.

In the center of the square, a huge meteorite crater with a diameter of tens of meters appeared.

The bottom of the pit was charred black, yet still wisps of heat were rising from it.

And in the heart of that devastation.

Zhang Taichu sat on an intact armchair—a small patch of pure land that he had forcibly protected with golden light at the moment of impact.

He sat with his legs crossed, his Taoist robe perfectly smooth, and the can of cola in his hand was still steaming.

"Slurp—"

He took a sip of his cola, let out a satisfied sigh, then raised his eyelids, looked around at the ruins-like scene, and commented on the weather with a tone as flat as if he were talking about today's weather:

"Tsk."

"Was the noise a little too loud?"

Behind him.

Two figures were lying on the ground in an extremely contorted position.

Zhang Chulan was stuck in the mud in a starfish shape, his hair standing on end as if struck by lightning, and he still had a mouthful of mud and sand in his mouth that he hadn't had time to spit out.

Wang Ye was in an even worse state; half of his body was hanging from the back of the armchair, his face was paler than paper, and his hands were unconsciously scratching at the air.

"Old Zhang... Primordial Ancestor..."

"You...you're landing?"

"This is...this is murder..."

Wang Ye felt as if his soul had left his body. The weightlessness and impact he felt just now made him, a sorcerer who practiced Feng Hou Qi Men, feel as if he had been tossed around in a washing machine eight hundred times.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Zhang Taichu reached out and slapped Wang Ye on the head, waking him up:

"Isn't he still alive?"

"If you're not dead, get up and get to work."

At this time.

Finally, there was movement in the surrounding ruins.

"Who?!"

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!!"

Accompanied by several shouts of shock and anger, more than a dozen figures rushed out of the dust.

These are the twelve superior talents of Biyou Village.

They were all covered in dust and dirt, some still holding ritual implements in their hands, and others with wood shavings they had brought out of the house on their bodies.

Although the impact was mainly concentrated in the square, the terrifying tremor still frightened them quite a bit.

however.

When they rushed to the edge of the pit and saw the man sitting at the bottom drinking cola, they realized...

It's like the pause button has been pressed.

Everyone froze in unison.

The originally fierce roar instantly got stuck in his throat, turning into a clucking sound like a duck being choked.

Qiu Rang held his prized gilded ruyi in his hand, but instinctively took a half step back.

His pupils contracted sharply, and cold sweat instantly poured down his forehead.

It's him.

That nightmare.

The man who trampled their dignity and pride underfoot with just a willow twig.

The iron bead in Jin Yong's hand fell to the ground with a clatter and rolled into the charred pit.

Zhao Guizhen's face turned deathly pale. He subconsciously touched his chest, where the bruises from the previous extraction had faded, but the memory of the deep-seated pain remained.

The area around the entire pit was deathly silent.

Only the sound of Zhang Taichu slurping his cola seemed particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Taichu put down the can of cola, lazily raised his head, and glanced at the group of people with superior aptitude who seemed to be frozen in place:

"It's been a few days, don't you recognize this humble Taoist priest?"

Or perhaps...

A half-smile curled at the corner of his lips, and his eyes suddenly turned cold:

"Didn't you get enough of that beating last time?"

boom!

It was just a casual remark, but it felt like a mountain was pressing down on it.

Several of the more resilient individuals, whose mental fortitude was slightly weaker, nearly collapsed to their knees.

"No... I wouldn't dare..."

Qiu Rang stammered, his voice trembling:

"Taichu... Daoist Master, why... why are you doing this again..."

"here we go again?"

Zhang Taichu picked up where he left off, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest:

"What, does Biyou Village belong to your family? Do I need to report to you to come and visit?"

"No...no..."

Qiu Rang was about to cry.

This isn't just a casual stroll; it's a different kind of visit.

Who drives a bomber and crashes directly into someone's living room?

Just then.

A heavy, rapid mechanical roar came from deep within the village.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The earth shook again.

A huge white figure burst through the thick dust, like a furious steel behemoth, and charged into the square.

It was a white humanoid mech that was three or four meters tall.

This is the latest marvelous machine that Ma Xianhong has been working tirelessly to create these past few days—the White Puppet.

The mecha's surface was covered with intricate Qi patterns, its eyes flashed with a scarlet light, and its entire body exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Zhang! Tai! Chu!!!"

A roar filled with resentment, anger, and a hint of hysteria, amplified by the loudspeaker, came from inside the mecha.

The white puppet stopped at the edge of the pit, and its huge mechanical arm rose up, pointing directly at Zhang Taichu at the bottom of the pit.

Inside the cockpit.

Ma Xianhong's eyes were bloodshot, his face was covered in stubble, and he was on the verge of extreme excitement and collapse.

He stared intently at the leisurely figure on the screen.

The humiliation of being insulted, belittled, and driven to the brink of despair burned his reason like fire.

"Why?!"

"Why did you even come?!"

Ma Xianhong's voice became distorted with anger:

"I already let you take them away!"

"I've already given up!"

"Why did you come back?! Why did you have to destroy my Biyou Village?!"

"What did I ever do to offend you?!"

Faced with this questioning, which sounded like that of a trapped beast.

Zhang Taichu simply tilted his head back slowly and poured the last sip of cola from the can into his mouth.

then.

Click.

With a slight squeeze of his hand, the aluminum can was instantly flattened into a metal disc.

"provoke?"

Zhang Taichu stood up.

He patted non-existent dust off his Taoist robe, picked up the crushed soda can, and looked up at the tall white mecha.

His eyes were completely devoid of emotion, displaying only a calmness akin to looking at a dead person.

"Village Chief Ma, aren't you mistaken about something?"

"Didn't I tell you this when I left last time?"

"Stop that damn stove of yours."

"It's to get rid of all those messy thoughts you're having."

Zhang Taichu took a step forward.

That's it.

The terrifying Qi that he had suppressed within his body erupted like a volcano.

Om-!

A burst of golden light shot into the sky, completely dispersing the lingering smoke and dust around them.

In that dazzling golden light, Zhang Taichu's figure, though small, seemed even more majestic than the towering mecha.

"But I heard that you not only didn't stop, but actually intensified your actions?"

"You're even thinking of mass production?"

"Who else do you want to prove it to?"

Zhang Taichu weighed the metal canned food in his hand, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth:

"I am a man of great integrity."

"Since it's said to be trash, then it should be thrown into the trash heap."

"Since you said you were going to smash it..."

Whoosh-!

He suddenly raised his hand.

The crushed can transformed into a silver streak, instantly tearing through the air with a piercing sonic boom, heading straight for the white puppet's face.

boom! ! !

A crisp sound.

That seemingly insignificant aluminum can, like an armor-piercing bullet, slammed heavily into Bai Ou's supposedly indestructible protective aura.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The enormous impact caused the several-ton mech to lean backward violently, staggering several steps before barely managing to regain its footing.

On the smooth forehead armor of the white puppet, a deep dent was clearly visible.

It's exactly the shape of that soda can.

"Then we have to hear the sound clearly."

Zhang Taichu withdrew his hand, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Ma Xianhong, who had just regained his footing in a disheveled state:

"Village Chief Ma."

"Did you crawl out of that tortoise shell by yourself, or did I tear you apart, shell and all?"

provocative.

A blatant provocation.

They completely disregarded this divine machine, which represented the highest combat power of Biyou Village and represented countless efforts in its creation.

Inside the cockpit.

Ma Xianhong stared at the deep dent on the screen, his breathing becoming extremely heavy.

That's his face.

That dent looked like Zhang Taichu had given him a resounding slap in the face in public.

"This is outrageous..."

"This is outrageous!!!"

Ma Xianhong abruptly pulled down the control lever.

The white puppet's eyes glowed bright red, and its thrusters spewed out scorching flames.

"Zhang Taichu!!"

"Since you're not giving me a way out, then let's die together!!"

boom!

The white puppet let out a roar, and its huge mechanical legs slammed into the ground, instantly cracking it open.

It was like a white cannonball, rushing towards Zhang Taichu at the bottom of the pit with a devastating force.

"perish together?"

Watching the steel behemoth getting closer and closer.

Zhang Taichu didn't even try to dodge.

He simply turned his head and waved to Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye, who had just gotten up and were still brushing off the dirt behind him:

"What are you standing there for?"

"Clear the area."

"This big guy is mine."

"The rest..."

Zhang Taichu pointed to the terrified, top-tier students at the edge of the pit:

"Don't let a single one escape."

"If anyone dares to run away, plant him in the ground; he'll be perfect fertilizer for Chen Duo's garden."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan immediately perked up.

He wiped the mud off his face, and his cowardly appearance vanished instantly, replaced by a sly grin.

A flash of golden light appeared around him, and he leaped to the edge of the pit, pointing at Qiu Rang and the others as he shouted:

"Did you hear that?!"

"My grand-uncle has spoken!"

"Men stand on the left, women on the right, and those who are neither male nor female stand in the middle!"

"Anyone who dares to move, watch out for Sister Bao'er's shovel... oh wait, watch out for my lightning magic!"

Wang Ye sighed and shook his head helplessly.

He glanced at the golden figure that had already collided with the white puppet, and then at the bewildered fellow travelers around him.

"Alright."

"This trip is like being on a pirate ship with no way off."

"I'm sorry, everyone."

Wang Ye stomped his foot, and the Qimen formation was instantly laid out.

"The chaotic clapper".

Time seemed to slow down for the entire square at that moment.

And in this stretched space-time.

Only Zhang Taichu's golden fist met the white puppet's huge mechanical arm with a simple and unadorned punch.

Head-to-head.

Human body versus mech.

This is Zhang Taichu's reasoning.

Simple, brutal, and... invincible.