Planning

The "Bind" incantation conjures spiritual chains to restrict the opponent's movements!

The "Fix" incantation suppresses an area of space, causing it to stagnate!

The "Divide" incantation creates multiple attack points, making it hard to distinguish illusion from reality!

The "Scatter" incantation explodes at the end, creating an area-of-effect outward pull!

With these four effects stacked, Zhang Gonglian, as a Celestial Master, could guarantee that no one could block it!

However, Lin Mo, who stood before him, was simply not human.

Lin Mo just stood there quietly, not even blinking an eye.

The golden talisman seal arrived in an instant, viciously striking his chest.

The expected earth-shattering shockwave did not occur.

The golden light was like a stone thrown into the Dead Sea; it merely rippled slightly on Lin Mo's clothes, and then... nothing.

The phantom of the binding chains shattered inch by inch.

The spatial stagnation of the fixing spell had no effect.

The illusory points of light vanished into thin air the moment they touched his skin.

The final "Scatter" incantation was completely annihilated without even making a sound.

Zhang Gonglian's spiritual energy bottomed out after this strike. He was panting heavily, his eyes wide as he stared fixedly at Lin Mo, the color draining from his face at a visible rate.

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

His all-out strike couldn't even wrinkle the other party's clothes?

"Nice moves, but a bit lacking in power. Strictly speaking, you could already be considered invincible among those of your level."

Lin Mo's voice rang out flatly. He cracked his neck, producing a series of crisp pops.

The next second, he moved.

No flashy footwork, just a simple step forward.

Boom!

The hard stone floor instantly cracked, and Lin Mo's figure disappeared from where he stood.

Zhang Gonglian's vision blurred as a vicious gust of wind hit his face.

He subconsciously raised his arms to block.

"Your posture is right, but you lack the strength!"

Lin Mo's voice sounded as if it were right next to his ear, and a palm pressed lightly onto his arm.

Bang!

Zhang Gonglian felt as if he had been rammed by a speeding bull. His whole body bowed like a shrimp as his feet left the ground and he flew backward.

While still in mid-air, before he could even register the pain, another figure appeared behind him like a ghost and kicked him squarely in the rear.

"Take my Hurricane Breathless Kick!"

"Aargh!"

Zhang Gonglian let out a miserable scream. His trajectory was altered, and he plummeted face-first straight toward the arena floor.

He used his last bit of strength to try and twist his body, but a foot was already planted on his back.

"Too slow to react. Your combat awareness needs improvement."

Crash!

Zhang Gonglian's face made intimate contact with the hard stone slab. He felt that the bridge of his nose might no longer be in its original place, and his mouth was filled with the taste of rust and lime.

How was this a spar?

This was clearly a one-sided, instructional beating!

A literal beatdown of the little Celestial Master.

The main thing was that the disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Dojo were all thrilled watching it.

Even the elders were extremely happy. This was what true noob-stomping looked like.

The sense of immersion was maxed out!

The whole crowd cheered!

"Awesome! Do it again!"

"Encore! Encore! Encore!"

Zhang Gonglian couldn't take it anymore and passed out as a sign of respect.

--System: The Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain has already been molded into his shape.--

That night.

The stone-paved roads of the ancient Sanqing Town were washed bright by the moonlight. Occasional late-returning tourists strolled by humming little tunes, adding a touch of worldly warmth to the tranquility.

But inside a large courtyard deep within the town, the atmosphere was completely different.

The courtyard was brightly lit. Dozens of figures sat around a stone table, and the air was so heavy it felt like water could be wrung from it.

These people all wore various masks on their faces: ferocious evil spirits, naive fortune pigs, imposing fierce tigers, and so on. Beneath the masks, obscure auras probed one another before being forcefully suppressed.

They were all ruthless characters who lived by licking blood from the edge of a blade.

"Ghost Face, everyone is here."

A burly man wearing a black bear mask spoke in a muffled voice. He was heavily built, a full head taller than the others even while sitting.

"Stop keeping us in suspense. You called dozens of us here. If you dare play us, this Sanqing Town will be your burial ground."

The man called Ghost Face wore a green-faced, fanged ghost king mask.

He was exactly that mysterious man from the Cold Dew Bar.

Facing the threat, he merely chuckled softly.

It was because of his arrangements that these dozens of people were gathered here.

"Blind Bear, it's only been a few days, but your temper is still as explosive as ever." Ghost Face's voice sounded somewhat ethereal through the mask.

"If I were playing you, would I still be sitting here chatting peacefully?"

Whether these words were true or false, they left the burly black bear man momentarily speechless.

"Of course, otherwise would I have called you here to die?"

A sharp, thin female voice drifted over.

"Hmph, smooth talker."

The sharp, thin female voice rang out again as a woman wearing a nine-tailed fox mask gently fanned herself with a circular fan.

"Ghost Face, you said the newly appointed Celestial Master Zhang Gonglian had a mishap, do you have proof? I won't go into detail about how powerful the Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain is. How can you be sure he has truly become a toothless tiger? If your information is wrong, then this handful of us... I'm afraid we won't even be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth."

As soon as this was said, the trace of restlessness in the courtyard that Ghost Face had just suppressed began to spread once again.

Many people's auras fluctuated, clearly recalling the illustrious reputation of that newly appointed Celestial Master.

That was the Celestial Master, not some random nobody.

Ghost Face slammed his hand down heavily.

The courtyard instantly fell silent.

He looked around, a hint of amusement in his voice, "You are all correct. Under normal circumstances, every single one of us would just be offering ourselves up on a silver platter."

The crowd looked at each other in dismay.

"But what if..."

Ghost Face changed the subject, his voice dropping extremely low, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, "...what if that arrogant Celestial Master had his power sealed?"

The entire courtyard was dead silent for a moment before erupting into a buzz of discussion.

"Impossible!"

"How could the Celestial Master..."

"Ghost Face, are you trying to deceive us?"

Ghost Face ignored the crowd's doubts, letting them discuss until the voices gradually died down. Only then did he fiercely slam the table!

"Bang!"

All the noise abruptly stopped once more.

"To go or not to go, you choose for yourselves!" Ghost Face said coldly, "But let me make things clear upfront: if you lack the courage this time, then the supreme treasure of Dragon Tiger Mountain, the Nine Heavens Divine Pill, will forever remain out of your reach!"

The words Nine Heavens Divine Pill seemed to carry some sort of magic.

The crowd, who had been harboring fear just a moment ago, instantly began breathing heavily.

Rays of greedy gazes pierced through the eyeholes of their masks, firmly nailed onto Ghost Face.

"That is not a pill meant for mortals to consume."

Ghost Face's voice was filled with bewitchment. "Why does Dragon Tiger Mountain have a powerful Celestial Master holding the fort in every generation? They rely entirely on it! In order to ensure that every generation's Celestial Master has enough power, they don't dare let the Celestial Master swallow it directly; they only dare let them inhale its pill aura!"

"Just the leaked pill aura alone can create a Celestial Master! Think about it, what kind of terrifying energy must the pill itself contain!"

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