106: Chapter 106 This is what a prestigious sect looks like? Too fragile! Dismantle the formation!

"Prodigy! Die!"

Following Xuan Chengzi's command,

The dozen or so Great Masters in the hall, who had long been prepared, struck simultaneously.

In an instant, Talismans flew wildly, Sword Qi crisscrossed, and several martial artists unleashed palm strikes through the air.

The multicolored attacks converged into a torrent, blasting toward Chu Ling and Mary in the center of the room.

In their eyes, this was merely a small zombie and a Western female ghost.

Under the siege of so many experts, they would surely be turned to ash in an instant.

However...

*Clang! Clang! Clang!*

A dense sound of metal clashing rang out.

Chu Ling stood in place, not even bothered to dodge.

The zombie-suppressing Talismans stuck to her body spontaneously ignited into ash with a *poof* the moment they touched the purple corpse Qi on her skin.

The peach wood swords and copper coin swords that struck her were like hitting diamond; sparks flew everywhere, and not only did they fail to injure her in the slightest, but they also shattered from the recoil!

"That's it?"

Chu Ling tilted her head, looking at the bewildered Old Daoist Priest in front of her who was holding a broken sword.

"Your swords aren't even as hard as my fingernails."

As soon as she finished speaking, she extended a slender finger and flicked the Old Daoist Priest's forehead from a distance.

"Brain flick!"

*Bang!*

The Old Daoist Priest was sent flying backward as if hit by a heavy sledgehammer, slamming hard against the wall, stuck so deep he couldn't be pulled out.

An egg-sized lump swelled on his forehead, and his eyes rolled back as he fainted.

"Audacious Prodigy! How dare you harm people!"

Seeing this, two martial arts experts nearby roared and attacked Chu Ling's lower body from both sides.

"Get lost!"

Chu Ling didn't even look as she kicked out with both feet simultaneously.

*Bang! Bang!*

Two figures flew back at an even faster speed, smashing halfway through the expensive mahogany conference table.

On the other side...

Mary's battle was even more "elegant."

Facing several Feng Shui masters besieging her, she didn't even close her umbrella.

Her figure moved through the crowd like a phantom, her red skirt fluttering like blooming Equinox Flowers.

"Too slow, too slow."

"Are you guys practicing Tai Chi?"

Mary mocked them while striking out.

*Slap! Slap! Slap!*

The crisp sound of slaps echoed incessantly.

Every person who tried to get close to her received a solid slap to the face, sent spinning in place, losing all sense of direction.

In less than two short minutes...

The dozen or so experts who had been aggressive just a moment ago were now all lying on the floor wailing.

Some had broken swords, some had lost face, and some were clutching faces swollen like pig heads, questioning their very existence.

Meanwhile, Chu Ling and Mary hadn't even messed up their hair.

"This... how is this possible?!"

Xuan Chengzi, sitting in the main seat, stood up in shock, crushing the teacup in his hand.

These were the backbone of Jiangzhou's Mystic Gate!

They were actually taken down by two "mere women" like chopping vegetables?

"That zombie... could it be a Flying Zombie? No! It might even be... a Drought Demon?!"

Looking at Chu Ling, who was radiating purple Qi like a descending Demon God, Xuan Chengzi finally realized something was wrong.

A zombie of this level was simply not something ordinary Daoist Magic could handle!

"Xuan Chengzi, is this all you're capable of?"

Su Yang remained seated in his chair, holding a teacup and gently blowing off the foam, his tone as casual as if they were just chatting.

"If this is all, then I have to say... your Jiangzhou Mystic Gate really isn't anything special."

"Arrogant!"

Xuan Chengzi's sore spot was hit, and his old face turned bright red.

"Su Yang! Don't get ahead of yourself!"

"Do you think this Demon-Trapping Grand Formation is just for show?!"

"Fellow Daoists! Lend me your strength! Activate the Formation! Suppress the demons!"

"Yes!"

The remaining few Old Daoist Priests who hadn't acted yet—also the strongest ones—immediately sat cross-legged, forming hand seals and chanting incantations.

*Hum—!*

The runes around the hall suddenly blazed with light!

Golden chains emerged from the Void Realm, weaving into a massive golden net that descended toward Su Yang and the others!

This golden net carried a suffocating pressure, as if Mount Tai were pressing down, making even the air feel thick.

"Is this Qingcheng Mountain's 'Heavenly Net'?"

Su Yang looked up at the falling golden net, sensing the spiritual power fluctuations within, and shook his head.

"Flashy but hollow."

"Borrowed power of heaven and earth, and you dare to show off before me?"

Su Yang slowly set down his teacup.

He stood up, slowly raising his right hand with the palm facing upward.

"Today, I'll teach you a lesson."

"It's called... Absolute strength overcomes all skill!"

"Yang Five Thunders! Break!"

*BOOM!!!*

A sudden clap of thunder exploded within the hall!

In Su Yang's palm, it wasn't a violent surge of lightning that appeared, but rather... a sword of pure white lightning!

It was the form of Yang Five Thunders compressed to the extreme!

"Slash!"

Su Yang used his hand like a sword finger, lightly swiping at the descending golden net.

*Rippp—!*

It was like a hot knife through butter.

The "Heavenly Net," claimed to be able to trap a Ghost King, was as fragile as waste paper before Su Yang's lightning sword, instantly torn open with a massive hole!

Immediately after, the lightning light spread!

*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!*

All the Formation Flags and Talismanic Incantations set up around the hall exploded at the same time!

*Pfft—!*

The several Old Daoist Priests maintaining the Formation were struck by the backlash of their Qi; they all spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed weakly.

Xuan Chengzi took the brunt of it, forced back five steps by the rebounding spiritual power before falling onto his armchair, which collapsed under him.

The dust settled.

Su Yang still stood in place, completely unsullied.

The lightning sword in his hand slowly dissipated, turning into specks of starlight.

The entire hall was deathly silent.

Everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a monster.

One move!

Just one move!

He had broken Qingcheng Mountain's guardian Formation and crippled half the combat power of the Jiangzhou Mystic Gate in the process!

What kind of Prodigy was this?!

"This is your trump card?"

Su Yang walked toward Xuan Chengzi.

His leather shoes clicked on the broken floor—*tap, tap*—each sound feeling like it was stepping on everyone's hearts.

"Su... Fellow Daoist Su..."

Watching Su Yang approach, Xuan Chengzi swallowed hard, trying to stand up, but found his legs were too weak to support him.

"Mis... misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

"We just wanted to... spar a bit..."

"Spar?"

Su Yang walked up to him, looking down at the chairman who had been so majestic just moments ago.

"Sparring with a Demon-Trapping Formation? Sparring with lethal moves?"

"Do you take me for a fool?"

Su Yang reached out and lightly patted Xuan Chengzi's old face.

"Old man, tell the truth."

"What was the real reason you went to all this trouble to bring me here?"

"Don't give me that talk about 'exterminating demons and defending the Dao'; I don't buy it."

"Say one wrong word..."

Su Yang pointed at Chu Ling, who was currently sharpening her claws on a pillar nearby.

"I'll have her loosen your bones for you."

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Xuan Chengzi trembled all over, his psychological defenses completely collapsing.

"It's... it's for your... Secret Manual and Magic Treasure!"

"Rumors said you used the lost Five Thunders Orthodox Law at Nine Dragons Bridge, and that you have a supreme treasure that can store ten thousand ghosts..."

"We... we just wanted to... borrow them to take a look..."

"Borrow?"

Su Yang laughed, a laugh that chilled the heart.

"So you wanted to kill me and seize my treasures."

"Well, that changes the nature of things."

Su Yang turned and beckoned to Ye Yuqing, who had been recording with her phone in the back.

"Director Ye, did you record everything just now?"

"Recorded it all, high definition, including them attacking first, using a lethal Formation, and just now admitting to the attempted robbery. It's all there."

Ye Yuqing waved her phone, looking shrewd.

"Very good."

Su Yang nodded and looked back at the "Great Masters" wailing on the floor.

"Now that things are clear, let's settle the bill."

"You've not only ruined my mood but also frightened my employee. More importantly, this counts as... attempted gang robbery."

"According to Jianghu rules, plus current mental distress fees, lost wages, and damage to reputation..."

Su Yang held up five fingers.

"Five million per person."

"Pay up to redeem yourselves."

"If you're short by even one cent, I'll throw you into the ten thousand souls banner for... Soul Refining!"