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

Zhang Wang, who had been roaring and demanding an explanation with a furious expression, froze on the spot the moment he heard the name Xu Xin.

At that moment, the color drained from his face at a visible speed, replaced by a deathly pale ashes.

Immediately afterwards, that pale white color quickly transformed into an even more intense and purer killing intent.

If Zhang Wang's anger just now was merely to save face for the Tang Clan...

So now, when that name, which the Tang Clan considers absolutely taboo, is casually uttered by an outsider, the nature of the matter has completely changed.

This is no longer a simple challenge.

This is digging up the Tang Clan's ancestral graves, reopening a wound that has healed for decades!

"Okay, okay..."

Zhang Wang laughed in fury, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at Zhang Taichu, his voice hoarse and distorted with extreme hatred:

"So they came prepared."

"They even know this name... It seems this matter won't end well today."

"Now that you know things you shouldn't know, then..."

Zhang Wang abruptly took a step back, raising his withered hand high before slamming it down heavily onto the ravaged training ground:

"Leave it here!!!"

With this command given.

The Tang Clan disciples who were originally surrounding the area, armed with weapons, did not rush forward. Instead, they retreated rapidly in unison, instantly creating a distance of dozens of meters.

"Huh? They ran away?"

Zhang Chulan was just getting into a fighting stance when he saw this scene and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

But the next second, he realized how terribly wrong he had been.

Click click click click—!!

A series of chilling mechanical clicking sounds erupted from beneath everyone's feet.

The sound was like countless giant metallic termites frantically gnawing at rocks deep underground.

"Oh no! There's something underground!!"

Wang Ye's expression changed drastically, and the thermos cup in his hand slipped from his grasp. He almost instinctively wanted to start a game.

But it was too late.

Rumbling--

The originally flat bluestone ground flipped over without warning.

Countless dark openings were exposed to the air like a honeycomb.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh! ! ! ! !

A blinding, chilling light, like a torrential downpour, gushed forth from the openings.

That wasn't rain.

Those were countless steel bone-piercing nails, poisonous dragon spikes, and flying claws with barbs!

Even more deadly was that along with these hidden weapons, thick plumes of purplish-red smoke were also sprayed out. It was a bone-corroding and soul-consuming smoke that was even more intense and concentrated than the previous mountain-protecting poison array!

"Holy crap! They're playing dirty tricks!!!"

Zhang Chulan let out a scream, and the golden light spell all over his body was activated to its maximum in an instant.

Ding ding ding—

The dense impact sounds were like popping beans.

Zhang Chulan was like a ball thrown into a washing machine, frantically protecting his head and face while desperately dodging left and right.

"Old Wang! Think of something!! This thing just won't stop!!"

As Zhang Chulan screamed, he was forced to jump half a meter high by a sudden spike, looking like a monkey with its fur standing on end.

"Stop yelling! I'm getting beaten up too!!"

Wang Ye was also covered in sweat at this moment.

He positioned his feet according to the directions, and his hands moved swiftly to form hand seals:

"The chaotic clapper!!"

hum-

An invisible wave spread out.

The rain of hidden weapons closest to him slowed down eerily in the air, as if it had been trapped in sticky glue.

However, the Tang Clan's trap formations are by no means undeservedly famous.

This is the culmination of centuries of hard work by generations of Tang Clan masters, a deadly trap specifically designed to deal with top-tier superhumans.

Just as the hidden weapons were immobilized, the ground beneath their feet suddenly cracked open, and several steel wire nets coated with potent poison covered their heads, forcing Wang Ye to cancel his spell and tumble awkwardly to dodge.

"Damn it... this underground is full of traps! The character '艮' (Gen) – Earth River Chariot!!"

Wang Ye slammed his palm on the ground, attempting to raise an earthen wall to block the way.

However, the ground of this training ground had obviously been specially reinforced, with a large amount of alloy mixed in with the soil and rocks. His magic could only barely raise a small mound, which was instantly riddled with holes by the dense steel needles.

In a short time.

Smoke billowed and poisonous fumes filled the air.

Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye were driven to the brink of danger by the endless traps and mechanisms. Although their lives were not in immediate danger, their desperate attempts to escape were truly pathetic.

Looking at this scene.

Zhang Wang and several Tang Clan elders, who were watching the battle from a high vantage point, finally revealed a hint of satisfaction on their faces.

"Hmph, what an arrogant brat."

An elder with a wrinkled face stroked the iron bladder in his hand and sneered:

"Do you really think the Tang Clan is a public toilet, where you can come and go as you please?"

"Even the Thirty-Six Thieves of yesteryear would have been skinned alive in this Thousand Machine Purgatory!"

Zhang Wang also breathed a slight sigh of relief, the killing intent in his eyes lessening, replaced by an air of arrogance:

"No matter how powerful your cultivation is, once you enter this trap, you're like a turtle in a jar."

"Once we've exhausted their vital energy, whether we kill them or torture them will be up to us."

however.

Just when the Tang Clan members thought victory was assured and were ready to enjoy this desperate struggle,

In the center of this chaotic and deadly array of mechanisms.

But one person remained motionless.

Zhang Taichu stood there quietly.

The poisonous smoke dissipated automatically within three feet of him, as if he had encountered some terrifying natural enemy.

Those steel needles and earth spikes that were powerful enough to pierce gold and split rocks would be pulverized into dust by an invisible aura as soon as they got close to him, without even touching the hem of his clothes.

But his expression right now is not good.

You could even say they were very impatient.

"It's so noisy."

Zhang Taichu frowned, looking at Zhang Chulan jumping around and yelling in front of him, his disdain almost overflowing:

"Zhang Chulan, after practicing the Golden Light Mantra for so many years, this is what you've become?"

"Shameful."

Zhang Chulan, who was desperately dodging poisoned arrows, almost choked on his breath upon hearing this:

"Master Uncle!! Can you please stop with the personal attacks?! This ground is full of iron lumps, I can't step anywhere!!"

"Nowhere to put your foot?"

Zhang Taichu raised an eyebrow, his gaze slowly moving downwards to the ground where the traps were still spinning and spewing deadly mechanisms.

A cold smile slowly curved the corners of his mouth.

"If the road is uneven, just flatten it."

"organ?"

"Since it's a rat-like creature hiding underground, let it stay buried underground forever."

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Taichu slowly raised his right foot.

There was no dazzling golden light, no earth-shattering thunder magic.

It was just a simple, ordinary step.

But when Zhang Wang, who was on a high platform in the distance, saw this scene, his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

An unprecedented sense of crisis instantly made the hairs on his body stand on end.

"No!! Stop him!!!"

Zhang Wang roared out instinctively.

But who can stop it?

next moment.

Zhang Taichu's right foot landed heavily.

Thump—! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

There was no earth-shattering roar as I had imagined.

The sound was deep and heavy.

It was as if a gigantic hammer, weighing billions of tons, had slammed down on the very pulse of this land.

Followed by.

The whole world seemed to freeze for a moment under that kick.

The mechanisms that were just running wildly, the cave entrances that were still spewing poisonous smoke, the hidden weapons that were still whistling through the air…

Everything has come to a standstill.

Creak—creak—bang!

A terrifying shockwave, beyond description, surged from Zhang Taichu's feet, spreading wildly into the depths of the earth.

That was pure power.

It is the ultimate Qi.

It is also an incomparably domineering will.

Click, click, click—!

A series of dense cracking sounds came from deep underground.

The sound was extremely eerie, like countless metal bones being snapped and crushed.

That was the sound of gears breaking.

That was the sound of the connecting rod twisting.

That was the sound of a mechanism exploding.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

Less than two seconds had passed.

The training ground, which was originally reinforced with a special alloy and was said to be indestructible, was now like a cookie struck by a heavy hammer, instantly covered with countless shocking cracks.

Then.

It collapsed completely.

"rise."

Zhang Taichu uttered a single word.

boom!!

Centered on him, the ground within a radius of several hundred meters collapsed.

Countless twisted and deformed metal parts, broken gears, and unlaunched projectiles, mixed with gravel and dirt, were squeezed out of the ground like a fountain by the terrifying recoil force, scattered into the air, and then crashed to the ground like garbage.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The Thousand Machine Purgatory, which was just moments ago filled with murderous intent, is now a complete ruin.

All the mechanisms were reduced to scrap metal by that one kick.

All calculations become a joke in the face of this absolute power.

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

Whether it was Zhang Chulan, who was just jumping around, or the Tang Clan members standing on the high platform ready to watch the show.

They all stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded at the scene before them.

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, looking at the thick steel pipe at his feet that had been twisted into a pretzel, and felt his knees go weak.

One kick...

Just one kick!!

It shattered the foundation of the entire Tang Clan training ground!

Is this even human?! This is practically a human nuclear bomb!!

Zhang Wang, standing on the platform, was ashen-faced and his body trembled uncontrollably.

His prized mechanical array...

The culmination of centuries of effort by the Tang Clan...

That's it...?

You didn't even manage to hurt a hair on their head, yet they crushed you like an ant with a single stomp?!

call--

A gust of wind blew by, dispersing the lingering smoke and dust.

In the center of the ruins.

Zhang Taichu withdrew his right foot, and even had the leisure to bend down and gently pat the dust off his trouser leg.

After doing all this.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the Tang Clan's acting leader in the distance, who had completely lost the ability to think.

Zhang Taichu's face still held that nonchalant expression.

He tilted his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"That's it?"

"This is what they call the Thousand Machine Purgatory?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like the loudest slap, striking every Tang Clan disciple's face hard.

Zhang Taichu took a step forward, stepping on a broken gear, which made a crisp creaking sound.

"Is there anything else?"

He spread his hands, his eyes revealing a despairing arrogance:

"If you haven't had enough fun, feel free to take it out."

"I don't mind the hard work, I'll accompany you to these hilltops..."

"They've all been flattened."