The Man With the Wind...

Originally thinking he could overwhelm them with numbers, he ended up getting completely overwhelmed instead.

The three were sweating bullets and turned to flee.

But then...

The thousand foreigners paired up two by two and powered up their skills. Five hundred spiraling light spheres instantly coalesced.

"Oh damn, this is kidney damage..."

"Oh damn, this is kidney damage..."

"..."

In unison, the voices of a thousand people rang out as five hundred Rasengans flew straight towards the thirty people.

In an instant...

The thirty were reduced to ash.

"Immortal Beast, come out."

Another elder was facing a monk draped in a kasaya.

This monk looked ordinary, but the elder did not underestimate him and immediately summoned his contracted Immortal Beast.

As soon as the Immortal Beast appeared, its aura was intimidating.

It soared up high, revealing its sharp talons as it swooped towards the monk.

In an instant, it grabbed the monk in its claws.

Seeing this, the elder's expression changed and he hurriedly yelled, "Kill him!"

The Immortal Beast snorted menacingly, its fierce eyes flashing as it prepared to shred the monk into pieces.

However...

The monk suddenly looked up at it, babbling incessantly in a drooling mouth.

"Humans and monsters are both born of mothers. The difference is, humans are born of human mothers, monsters of monster mothers... What is your mother's surname?"

"Being a monster is just like being a human. You must have a compassionate heart. With a compassionate heart, you will no longer be a monster but a humonster."

As soon as these words fell, the Immortal Beast's face continuously twitched. It felt a mysterious force destroying its Dao heart. Clutching its head in madness, it picked up a knife from the ground and stabbed itself in the heart.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the Immortal Beast committed suicide.

With the death of his contracted beast, the elder's eyes bulged as he suffered backlash and also spit out a mouthful of blood.

The monk's gaze turned to him again.

The elder couldn't help but tremble, his mind and spirit shaking tremendously, eyes full of fear.

"Patron, what is your mother's surname?"

Finally, the monk's voice rang out again.

"Pfft!"

Spitting out another mouthful of old blood, the elder went mad. Taking out a dagger, he committed suicide.

The moment the elder fell to the ground, another monk with a fā guàn hat, kasaya robe, whisk in hand, shot up into the sky beside him.

"Carving insects, how dare you try to destroy the door and pillars."

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Great Luo Dharma spells, Wisdom of the Buddhas, Prajna Paramita... Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World Honored Earth Store, Wisdom of the Buddhas, Prajna Paramita Emptiness..."

As the voice fell, the ruins on the ground exploded with a boom.

The two Baiyang Palace elders died beneath the rubble in an instant.

In the sky, a man holding a bow and arrow drew, aimed and released in one smooth motion. Three Baiyang Palace elders were directly pierced through by the arrow, which then shot towards the empty sky.

Seeing this scene, Wu Chang'an lying on the reclining chair jumped up in fright.

"This guy isn't trying to shoot down the sun, is he?"

Fortunately...

It was not as he expected.

"Luckily these are just carvings my master made in the past, not his best work. If he took out his best work, I'm afraid the sun really would be gone."

Patting his chest, he revealed an expression of having a weight lifted off his shoulders, before lying back down on the reclining chair.

Seeing so many people die after just the first exchange, Lu Zhengyi stared wide-eyed, filled with solemnness.

"We can't keep fighting like this. Everyone listen to my command, gather together and form an array to unleash the True Sun Strike." Lu Zhengyi shouted loudly.

Upon hearing this, the masters all flew towards Lu Zhengyi, quickly arriving behind him and standing in a "Chinese character for multitude" formation.

"Form the array!"

Led by Lu Zhengyi, hand seals flew quickly.

At the same time, the Baiyang Palace masters all placed their palms on the back of the person in front, acting as a medium to channel power concentratedly to Lu Zhengyi.

In that moment...

Lu Zhengyi's hair stood on end, eyes flashing red, his entire being's aura shooting to the heavens.

"Immortal arts, True Sun Strike!"

With his loud shout, coalesced in his hands was a pillar of light as scorching as the blazing sun, shooting out explosively.

"Boom!"

With this strike unleashed, heaven and earth changed color.

And as the light pillar shot out, it grew bigger and bigger, illuminating the entire smoke-filled battlefield.

After unleashing this strike, Lu Zhengyi and the others' faces were much paler, clearly having expended no small amount.

Their eyes were fixed intently on the pillar of light, filled with anticipation.

If nothing unexpected happened, this strike should be able to destroy most of the wood carvings.

But just then, a man with a slender figure, not bulky at all, with waist-length hair tied at the back of his head and sword-like eyebrows, suddenly appeared.

He moved gracefully and smoothly like the wind! A wind-like man!

Subsequently, he brandished his long sword as he alone went to meet the True Sun Strike head-on.

"Hmph, courting death."

Seeing this scene, Lu Zhengyi and the others let out disdainful voices.

Daring to face their True Sun Strike like this was undoubtedly courting death.

But the next moment...

It made their jaws drop.

"Ha sa, ha sa, ha sa ge..."

The man loudly shouted as his sword swung, erecting a huge wind wall in front of him.

The True Sun Strike landed on the wind wall without even making a ripple, disappearing without a trace.