One person: Longhushan security guard, stopped the Ten Elders until they cried!

The night sky was clear and bright.

The village of Biyou was in complete disarray after the recent chaotic battle.

The once smooth dirt road was now riddled with deep, crisscrossing furrows, broken tree trunks lay scattered haphazardly along the roadside, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of earth...

Most of the lower-lying plants had already lost their ability to move, lying haphazardly in the mud...

Those with superior aptitude, led by Ma Xianhong, fared slightly better, but each of them still had some injuries on their faces...

"My magical artifact... my protective artifact... Waaaaah..."

Liu Wu Kui, his head covered in yellow mud, sat on a broken wooden stake, his shoulders twitching uncontrollably.

She touched the red rope dangling from her neck, tears mingling with the muddy water as they streamed down her face.

"It's all gone! All of it is gone!"

"As if anyone actually has it..."

Beside him, Guo Liang lay sprawled out, weakly responding.

He spat out a mouthful of muddy water, and only one and a half of his two signature rabbit teeth remained. "As expected of a disciple personally taught by the Celestial Master... Longhu Mountain's swords, spears, and cannons!"

Why did we become the one being attacked the moment Master Zhou joined in?

Haricha's face was swollen on one side, with a shoe print on it.

He rubbed his nose and retorted in a muffled voice:

"I admit he's strong, but I'm not one to be trifled with! In the chaos of battle, I seized the opportunity and kicked him hard in the butt three times..."

Guo Liang glanced at him sideways: "So you still have your magical artifact?"

Haricha opened his mouth, and the muscles on his face twitched twice.

He gave an awkward snort, turned his head away, and stopped talking.

"Chen Duo didn't participate in the battle, and Zhao Guizhen said he had a stomachache and ran away halfway through... The leader deliberately held back again!"

Otherwise, we would never have been in such a sorry state…”

Qiu Rang sat under the tree roots, clutching the gilded ruyi tightly in his arms.

In the chaos of battle just now, Zhou Yan was utterly inhuman!

If I hadn't reacted quickly, risking injury to take a powerful golden punch...

My precious Ruyi was stolen by that skinflint Zhou!

"that is!"

"We'll get our revenge sooner or later!"

"Stop dreaming..."

Amidst the cacophony of voices, a calm voice rang out.

Ma Xianhong, who had been lying sprawled on the ground without speaking for a long time, suddenly spoke up, splashing a bucket of cold water over everyone's heads:

"A disciple personally taught by the Celestial Master... yet since he entered the village, have you ever seen him use thunder magic even once?"

"No one thinks he can't, right?"

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd!

Liu Wukui stopped crying.

Guo Liang's eyes widened, and Haricha's hand, which was rubbing his face, froze in mid-air.

Thunder Magic!

That young man, despite his young age, has clearly already mastered the Golden Light Mantra...

With such talent, and being personally taught by the Celestial Master, how could he not know thunder magic?

But upon careful reflection, it seems that the other party has only used the Golden Light Mantra and some fist and foot techniques from the moment they entered the village until now...

Rain in the yellow mud doesn't count!

"So...they didn't even use their trump card, yet they still managed to completely humiliate our entire Biyou Village's high-end combat force?"

Liu Wu Kui's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

How old is he?

She looks like she's only in her early twenties, doesn't she?

Are you even human?!

Ma Xianhong supported himself on the ground and slowly sat up.

He sighed and shook the mud off his white robe:

"Today's events were my fault as the cult leader for acting so stubbornly... Letting them beat me up to vent my anger isn't a big deal..."

His gaze swept over the top students present, and his tone became stern:

"But if you think that Brother Zhou and the others truly only possess this much strength... then you are being foolish!"

Everyone fell silent.

At the edge of the battlefield, Bi Yuan leaned against a broken bluestone.

His signature round-framed glasses were now only missing one lens, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

It's tough on this old man; he's forced to keep working...

The world only knows him as Ding Shian's mentor, but he has never said that Ding Shian's current skills were learned from him!

"Something's not right...something's extremely wrong!"

"Grandpa Bi, what do you mean by something's wrong?" Liu Wu Kui leaned closer and asked, sniffing.

Bi Yuan stroked his chin, his brow furrowed in worry:

"Have you guys noticed... the way that young Zhou is looking at us is different from the other three...?"

Why do I have this feeling that he came to our Biyou Village with a very strong purpose?!

He recalled the details of the chaotic battle...

Although Wang Ye, Zhang Lingyu, and Zhuge Qing were ruthless, it was mostly out of revenge and self-preservation.

Furthermore, it was clear that the three of them harbored fear towards Biyou Village.

Throughout, his eyes held a mixture of clarity and naivety...

That's a normal reaction when a normal person faces the unknown.

Only Zhou Yan was different!

His eyes gleamed... He often moved through crowds like a ghost... as if selecting his targets!

Why doesn't he use his thunder magic, even though he clearly possesses it?

Are they afraid of hurting the self-esteem of their own group?

Hasn't Zhou Yan hurt everyone enough already?

"Fu Rong...you've known him for a long time, what do you think of...Fu..."

Bi Yuan and Liu Wu Kui both looked at Fu Rong, who was sitting between them.

From the moment she got beaten up until now, this girl hasn't said a single word!

She sat on the ground, hugging her knees with her hands and her head hanging down.

His mud-covered face seemed somewhat rosy, and his eyes were fixed on his toes, as if he were preoccupied with something.

"Sister Rong, what happened? Are you hurt?!"

Hearing the commotion, Ding Zihuan, who was not far away, immediately got up, turned around, and walked over with a worried look on his face.

Fu Rong still seemed lost in thought, her lips moving slightly:

"He...he really is a high-ranking master of the Celestial Master's Mansion..."

Liu Wu Kui's eye twitched.

"Big sister, is it really that obvious that you're only just realizing it now?"

Before she could even complain, Fu Rong looked up.

Her face grew increasingly red, seemingly embarrassed and ashamed, her voice barely a whisper...

"I...I spent two hundred yuan...to sleep with the Celestial Master's personally taught disciple..."

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence!

Bi Yuan accidentally plucked out a small tuft of his beard!

Ding Zihuan's worried expression froze instantly, and he stood there petrified!

Click...

Guo Liang and Harichagai turned their heads at the same time, looking at him as if they had seen a ghost.

"What the hell... what was that sound?!"

"It seems like something broke..."