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"Fight your way out!"

He Zhenshan roared angrily, his eyes turning bloodshot.

They were surrounded.

Ahead lay endless paper puppets, and behind them stood an impenetrable "wall of men" made up of walking corpses.

Caught between two forces, with no way out but to the heavens and no way to the earth.

"what!"

A piercing scream ripped through the long street.

A martial arts master who had mastered the Transformation Realm was caught off guard and was simultaneously knocked to the ground by three paper figures.

His protective aura was as fragile as window paper under those sharp, knife-like paper claws, and was instantly torn to shreds.

Immediately afterwards, the three paper figures lay on his body, burying their heads.

In the blink of an eye, the martial artist's violent struggles ceased.

When the paper figure raised its head again, all that remained on the ground was a skeleton, its flesh and blood drained, tightly wrapped in a layer of human skin.

This scene sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"Second Uncle! Are we...are we all going to die here?" He Fei's face was pale, and his voice was trembling with sobs.

His companions fell one by one, turning into skeletons. The helplessness of watching death approach almost crushed the spirit of this proud son of heaven.

He Zhenshan felt his heart bleed as he watched his team members fall one after another.

These people are the elite of the martial arts world in Wudong Province!

"You think you can kill us so easily? Not so easy!"

A resolute glint flashed in He Zhenshan's eyes. He bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"The secret method of burning blood!"

boom!

A surge of violent true energy, far exceeding his own cultivation level, exploded outwards from him. His aura surged, and his skin turned an unnatural crimson.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

With a single punch, his crimson true energy condensed into a raging dragon, instantly tearing the dozen or so paper figures in front of him to shreds and creating a brief vacuum in the encirclement.

But at the same time, his complexion deteriorated at a visible rate, and his temples even turned gray.

The price of this forbidden technique is extremely high.

"Look! It's that Drum Tower!"

In the group, another expert at the Celestial Realm, an elderly man with white hair and beard, pointed to the tall building at the end of the street and shouted urgently:

"That drumbeat is the source! The faster the drumbeat, the fiercer these demons' attack! We must destroy that drum!"

Everyone realized this.

But the area around the Drum Tower is where the paper figures are most concentrated; trying to rush over there is simply a pipe dream.

"Brother He! Everyone! Hold on!"

Just when everyone was in despair, a slender, elegant middle-aged man stepped forward.

He was the leader of the Flying Goose Sect, renowned for his unparalleled agility, and was known as the "Ghost Goose".

"I'm going to destroy that drum!"

Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward and transformed into a streak of blue light, charging towards the dense throng of paper figures instead of retreating.

His movements were indeed unpredictable and supernatural.

Amidst the almost seamless encirclement of paper figures, he performed three incredible twists and turns, sometimes as elusive as willow catkins, sometimes as swift as a startled swan, using his toes to gain leverage on the heads and shoulders of different paper figures, his speed increasing with each step.

The paper figures attacked frantically, but couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Bravo! Flying Goose Sect Leader is mighty!"

"There's hope! We have hope!"

Seeing this scene, a glimmer of hope rekindled in the eyes of the surviving warriors.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the Flying Goose Sect Leader's figure, like a wisp of green smoke, successfully passed through numerous obstacles and, with a few leaps, ascended the black drum tower.

But when he saw the scene on the Drum Tower, he was stunned.

The person beating the drum wasn't a living person at all.

Instead, it was a paper figure dressed in ancient official robes and wearing a black gauze hat.

This paper figure was completely different from the stiff puppets downstairs. It stood quietly in front of the giant drum, holding a drumstick, and its eyes, dotted with ink, revealed an indescribable liveliness.

"Playing tricks!"

The Flying Goose Sect Leader felt a chill run down his spine, but the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released.

He roared, unleashing his late-stage Celestial Realm true energy without reservation. He lunged forward, his five fingers forming claws, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for the head of the paper figure in official robes!

This single claw strike is enough to shatter stone tablets and split rocks!

However, the eerie smile painted on the face of the paper figure in official robes remained unchanged in the face of this thunderous attack.

The rhythm of its drumming suddenly changed.

It was no longer the rapid drumbeats that drove the puppets.

Instead, it was a heavy, oppressive sound, as if it struck the depths of the soul.

Boom-!

An invisible sound wave spread out instantly from the center of the giant drum.

The leader of the Flying Goose Sect, who was the first to be hit, felt as if his soul had been struck by a giant hammer weighing ten thousand pounds while he was in mid-air. His mind went blank for a moment.

At this moment, the internal energy within the body was completely out of control, rampaging uncontrollably through the meridians.

"puff!"

He was struck as if by a severe blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His attack collapsed instantly, and he fell into a brief state of dizziness and stiffness.

Finished!

This was the last thought that flashed through his mind.

The next second, the paper figure in official robes moved.

fast!

Soon, afterimages appeared!

In a flash, it appeared before the immobilized Flying Goose Cult Leader.

An extremely terrifying aura suddenly erupted from its thin, paper-like body.

Celestial Realm... Perfect!

Downstairs, He Zhenshan, He Fei, and the others clearly felt this aura, and their faces were filled with disbelief and horror.

Flying Goose Cult Leader!

That's a top expert in the late stage of the Celestial Realm!

Incredibly... he was severely injured by that thing in just one encounter?

And that paper figure beating the drum actually possessed the strength of a perfect Celestial Realm cultivator?!

How is that possible!

How could a paper doll possess such terrifying cultivation?

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, the paper figure in official robes slowly extended its withered, pale palm.

Its hands appear to be made of ordinary paper.

Yet this very hand easily pierced through the layers of protective true energy surrounding the Flying Goose Sect Leader.

puff!

A muffled thud as flesh was pierced.

The paper figure's hand pierced his chest with pinpoint accuracy.

"Snap!"

Another crisp cracking sound.

Before everyone's frozen gaze, the paper hand actually pulled a still-beating, warm heart out of the Flying Goose Sect Leader's chest!

Fresh blood dripped down the paper figure's arm.

The paper figure in official robes held the fresh heart to its mouth, and the drawn mouth split open at an eerie angle.

It swallowed the heart in one gulp.

The Flying Goose Sect Leader's eyes widened, but the light in them quickly dimmed. His body, like a tattered sack, fell helplessly from the tall Drum Tower.

Life was cut off just like that.

"No--!"

He Zhenshan let out a roar of grief and indignation.

He Fei turned pale, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

That bloody, cruel, and bizarre scene shattered the pride he held in his heart as a prodigy.

Within the team, there was that last flicker of hope that had just been ignited.

At that moment, it was completely extinguished.

"It's over..."

"It's all over..."

Endless despair, like a tidal wave, overwhelmed the hearts of every survivor.

The other end of the street.

Anya saw all of this clearly. Her pretty face had already lost all color, and the hand holding the dagger was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

A powerful expert in the late stage of the Celestial Realm... just like that, he died?

To be killed by a paper doll, with your heart ripped out alive?

This was completely beyond her comprehension.

She subconsciously looked at Ye An beside her, and said in a dry voice, "That...that thing...is the peak of the Celestial Realm..."

"What...what should we do?"

Ye An, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm.

He ignored the almost frozen look of horror on Anya's face, and his eyes didn't even flicker.

"Perfect harmony between humanity and nature?"

He repeated it, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"So what?"

so what? !

Anya was so choked by those three words that she almost couldn't catch her breath.

That's the peak of the Celestial Realm!

In the path of martial arts, one stands at the very top of the pyramid!

A peerless powerhouse who, if placed outside, could make a powerful force tremble with a single stomp of his foot!

How come in his mouth it's like a cabbage on the roadside, so worthless?

Just as Anya's mind was in complete chaos, Ye An made his move.

He strode forward, as if taking a leisurely stroll, towards the towering black drum tower.

He walked slowly and casually.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The "townspeople" who had blocked the street and cornered He Zhenshan and the others seemed to encounter some kind of invisible aura when Ye An approached. Their bodies stiffened, and they voluntarily parted to the sides, making way for him.

Their empty eye sockets "stared" at him, but none of them dared to step forward.

Anya felt a chill run down her spine and quickly jogged after him.

When she stepped three steps behind Ye An again, the omnipresent chill was instantly dispelled, replaced by a comforting warmth.

Under the watchful eyes of countless zombies, the two figures easily passed through the "wall of people" that seemed like an insurmountable barrier to He Zhenshan and the others.

This surreal scene naturally caught the attention of the martial artists on the verge of despair in the distance.

"Who...who are those two people? How did they get here?"

"Why don't you attack those monsters?"

While desperately fending off the paper figures' attacks, He Fei stared intently at the composed young figure, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

He Zhenshan noticed it too, and he was deeply shocked.

Who is this person?

Such methods were completely beyond his understanding of martial arts!

Above the Drum Tower.

The paper figure in official robes that had just swallowed the heart of the Flying Goose Cult Leader seemed to have also noticed this uninvited guest.

For the first time, it stopped drumming.

It slowly turned its stiff neck, and its eyes, painted with ink and supposedly lifeless, precisely locked onto Ye An, who was walking towards it step by step.

A hint of cruelty and violence, deeply human, flashed across those dark, dotted eyes.

It seemed to be enraged by this "intruder" who dared to disregard its authority.

It abandoned the readily available prey downstairs and refocused its attention on Ye An.

Ye An also stopped walking.

He stood beneath the Drum Tower, slowly raised his head, and gazed at the paper figure in official robes across the distance.

Under the tense gaze of everyone, including Anya, Ye An simply raised his right hand slowly, joined his index and middle fingers together, and pointed at the high-ranking paper figure in official robes.

The movements were casual and understated, as if he were giving instructions on the world.

A cold, indifferent word, devoid of any emotion, escaped his lips.

"Destroy".

hum!

A faint, almost inaudible sword cry seemed to echo in the air.

A faint, almost invisible golden-red sword aura burst forth from his fingertips, ignoring the spatial distance of tens of meters, and instantly appeared between the eyebrows of the paper figure in official robes.

too fast!

It was so fast that the paper figure, which had reached the peak of the Celestial Realm, didn't even have time to react.

Its body suddenly stiffened.

next moment.

Centered on its brow, spiderweb-like golden cracks instantly spread across its entire body!

"Bang!"

A soft sound.

The terrifying being that had just been so fierce and could instantly kill a late-stage Celestial Realm expert, along with the pair of black drumsticks in its hands, turned into dust in full view of everyone and vanished completely with a gust of cold wind.

The drumbeats abruptly stopped.

With the disappearance of the source, the heart-stirring drumbeats came to a complete halt.

On the street, all the paper puppets that were attacking frantically, as well as the "townspeople" walking around, suddenly stopped moving.

They seemed to have all their power drained instantly, like puppets with broken strings, one after another collapsing to the ground.

The paper, once as tough as cowhide, has reverted to being as fragile as paper.

The cold, stiff "townspeople" have also turned back into lifeless corpses.

The shadow of death that had hung over everyone vanished in that instant.

Ye An slowly lowered his hand.

He made a grabbing motion from a distance.

The large black drum suddenly trembled and detached itself.

It spun rapidly in mid-air, its size shrinking at a visible speed.

Finally, it shrank to the size of a palm, traced an arc, and landed steadily in his hand.

The entire process was fluid and graceful, full of indescribable expressiveness.

The streets were deathly silent.

Everyone forgot to move, forgot to breathe.

He Zhenshan and He Fei, who had escaped death, along with the remaining dozen or so surviving martial artists, stared at the scene in stunned silence, their minds completely blank.

What happened?

The terrifying paper figure that they had just fought so hard, even burning their life essence, was now beyond their ability to fight back against, leaving them only able to watch helplessly as they awaited their death...

That's it...gone?

Was it wiped out by that young man from a distance with a single finger?

He Zhenshan's lips trembled as he looked at Ye An's excessively youthful face, then looked down at his fist, which, despite his best efforts, had only left shallow marks on the paper figure.

A sense of powerlessness emanating from the depths of his soul completely overwhelmed him.

"One finger... annihilates a Celestial Being at the peak of their cultivation..."

He muttered to himself, his voice dry and hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"What...what kind of divine skill is this?"

He Fei was struck dumb, frozen in place.

His pride and arrogance as a chosen one of heaven were crushed to dust by this one finger, leaving not even a trace.

"Are you kidding me? This guy looks younger than me, yet he's this strong?!"

"It's fake...it must be fake..."

He kept hypnotizing himself, his eyes were unfocused, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"He...he must be some kind of ancient monster who has cultivated some kind of age-preserving technique...Yes, that must be it...He can't possibly be a young man..."

Anya stood behind Ye An, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes sparkling.

She witnessed this miraculous scene firsthand, and her heart began to pound uncontrollably.

She knew Ye An was strong, but she never imagined he could be this incredibly strong!

Just then, Ye An, who had put away the small black drum, finally turned around, a rare, excited smile appearing on his usually calm face:

"This little drum...it's actually a top-grade magical artifact!"