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

Zhang Taichu's voice was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattering any remaining hope in Zhang Wang's heart.

How many mountains can be flattened?

Zhang Wang had no doubt that the monster in front of him was capable of doing such a thing.

He shattered the entire Thousand Machine Purgatory with a single kick; this was something that completely exceeded his understanding of the power of the superhumans.

This can no longer be explained by martial arts.

This is a power possessed only by gods and demons.

Fear, like an icy tide, overwhelmed every Tang Clan disciple present.

As they looked at the training ground, now completely reduced to ruins, and at the twisted and broken mechanical parts that had been shaken to the ground, their hands gripping their weapons trembled uncontrollably.

Their prized traps and killing formations are nothing but a joke in front of others.

"It's over..."

An elder of the Tang Clan, his face ashen, muttered to himself, "The foundation of the Tang Clan... is about to be destroyed in our hands..."

An atmosphere of despair quickly spread among the crowd.

However, in the midst of this deathly silence, a hoarse yet exceptionally resolute voice suddenly rang out.

"A disciple of the Tang Sect!!"

It's Zhang Wang.

The acting sect leader mustered all his strength and let out a roar:

"The facility is destroyed! But we still have people!"

"The glory of the Tang Clan lies not in this lump of iron underground, but in the weapons in our hands!!"

"Today, he'll either have to step over our dead bodies!"

"Or let him know that there are no cowards in the Tang Clan!!"

This roar, like a thunderclap, jolted the Tang Clan disciples whose hearts were gripped by fear.

Their eyes were red as they looked at each other.

He saw the fear in his fellow disciples' eyes, and behind that fear, he saw the last shred of courage driven to the brink of despair.

"Yes! Let's fight him!!"

"Want to raze the Tang Clan? You'll have to get past my Soul-Chasing Crossbow first!!"

"Form ranks!!"

"Form the Killing Formation!!!"

At this moment, hundreds of elite disciples of the Tang Clan unleashed an astonishing will.

Instead of retreating, they roared forward and regrouped at an astonishing speed.

With shields in front and crossbows behind, disciples skilled in close combat weave in from the front.

In just a dozen breaths, they used their own flesh and blood to rebuild an impenetrable human wall on the only road leading to the main hall.

A last Great Wall made up of hundreds of assassins.

The weapons in their hands were coated with deadly poison that could kill instantly upon drawing blood.

Their bodies were equipped with hidden weapons capable of piercing gold and splitting stone.

On the face of each of them was a resolute determination to die.

That tragic and devastating aura soared into the sky, and even Zhang Chulan, who was standing at a distance, felt a chill run down his spine.

"Holy crap..."

Zhang Chulan couldn't help but whisper to Wang Ye beside him, "These guys... they really aren't afraid of death."

"The Tang Clan has been able to survive for a thousand years, and it has never relied on luck." Wang Ye's expression was solemn. He could feel that the energy in the human killing array in front of him had become one, and the killing intent was as solid as a substance.

This is no longer simply a matter of having a large number of people.

This is a final, desperate act of madness, a willingness to die alongside the enemy.

Looking at the wall of people in front of him, Zhang Taichu's usually nonchalant face finally showed a slight change.

He suppressed his mocking smile, and his eyes became calm.

"You, step back."

He said something to Zhang Chulan and the others behind him in a calm tone.

Then, he strode forward, leisurely walking alone towards the Great Wall composed of flesh and blood and murderous intent.

"put!!!"

As Zhang Taichu approached, a fierce roar came from behind the human wall.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

In an instant, the rain poured down.

Countless hidden weapons, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light, shot towards Zhang Taichu like a swarm of bees emerging from their hive, blotting out the sky.

Bone-piercing nail, Death arrow, Mother-and-Child Soul-Chasing Dart...

All sorts of vicious hidden weapons that the Tang Clan relied on for its fame were unleashed without reservation at this moment.

- Even more extreme, some people skillfully throw packets of specially made poison powder or liquid out of the air, attempting to create a net of poison in the air.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The crisp, rapid impacts were as dense as hailstones pounding on a tin roof.

The thin golden barrier surrounding Zhang Taichu, three inches away from him, seemed to be the most indestructible barrier in the world.

All the hidden weapons and poisons, when they hit it, could only create insignificant ripples before bouncing off and falling away powerlessly.

He can't even blink.

That feeling of helplessness—desperately trying but unable to even touch the hem of the other's clothes—quickly spread through the hearts of the Tang Clan disciples.

But they didn't stop.

Because Zhang Taichu's steps did not stop.

He had already reached the human wall.

"kill!!!"

The first few dozen Tang Clan disciples, their eyes bloodshot, roared like wild beasts and brandished their poisoned daggers, charging at Zhang Taichu from all directions.

They are willing to use their own lives to deplete the other's vital energy!

however.

Zhang Taichu still did not make a move.

He didn't even glance at the disciples who rushed at him.

He simply moved forward and took another step.

boom! ! !

It was like an invisible truck crashing into us head-on.

The dozen or so disciples who were the first to rush in front of Zhang Taichu suddenly shuddered in mid-air, their protective qi shattering instantly.

Immediately afterwards, they coughed up blood and flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground and losing consciousness on the spot.

That wasn't Zhang Taichu's attack.

It was merely... the force of the rebound from his protective aura.

step.

It's just one step.

The solid human wall was torn open, creating a gap.

Zhang Taichu continued forward without stopping.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

With each step he took forward, a group of Tang Clan disciples blocking his path would be sent flying by the terrifying force of the recoil from his internal energy.

It was as if they had run into an invisible yet indestructible air wall.

The cracking sounds of bones breaking, mixed with muffled groans of vomiting blood, were incessant.

The scene was extremely tragic.

Yet it possesses a chilling, violent beauty.

He was like an icebreaker, ruthlessly crushing the frozen lake surface.

Those Tang Clan disciples were like that fragile layer of ice.

Crushing, utter crushing.

Zhang Taichu's steps were not fast, but they carried a steady rhythm.

Each step was like a heavy hammer blow, not only hitting the ground but also striking the hearts of all the Tang Clan disciples.

at last.

When Zhang Taichu had taken a dozen steps, nearly a hundred unconscious bodies lay behind him.

The morale of the remaining Tang Clan disciples completely collapsed.

"Monster...he's a monster..."

A young disciple looked at Zhang Taichu's calm and composed face, and his mental defenses completely collapsed.

He threw down his weapon, let out a terrified scream, and scrambled backward.

His breakdown was like toppling the first domino.

Fear completely took over everyone's mind.

As they watched the figure strolling towards them, their eyes lost all anger and resolve, leaving only the most primal awe and fear in the face of gods and demons.

wow-

The originally solid human wall automatically split open to both sides.

The surviving disciples instinctively shrank back, desperately trying to get away from the man, clearing a wide, empty path leading to the main hall for him.

Da, da, da.

Zhang Taichu's footsteps became the only sound in these ruins.

He walked across the carpet laid out by the unconscious disciples and finally stopped at the entrance of the main hall that symbolized the highest power of the Tang Clan.

Behind him lay a scene of utter devastation, and hundreds of terrified and fearful faces.

Zhang Taichu turned around, glanced at the Tang Clan disciples who couldn't even stand steadily and dared not meet his gaze, and a barely perceptible hint of contempt appeared on his lips.

Then he turned around.

Facing the heavy wooden door, carved with intricate patterns and tightly closed.

Zhang Taichu raised his hand and casually pushed forward.

Squeak—Boom!

Two heavy doors swung open with a loud crash.

The scene behind the door then came into everyone's view.

The dimly lit hall was empty.

Only on the highest throne of the sect leader sat an old man with white hair and beard, his expression as solemn as a mountain.

Tang Miaoxing, the leader of the Tang Clan.