The speaker was a youth in green robes, at that brash age where his face was a mask of scorn. He wore two short daggers at his waist.

His gaze was haughty and his body exuded a powerful aura, clearly far superior to that of an average prodigy.

"What did you say?" The prodigies from Longhu Cave Heaven glared angrily. They had followed Zhang Yuge through countless battles and couldn't stand anyone speaking ill of their Eldest Senior Brother.

"Did I say anything wrong?" The green-clad youth wasn't the least bit afraid. He glanced sideways with a cold smirk. "You outsiders are always making a fuss over nothing, acting like you've never seen the world!"

These words immediately provoked a wave of anger. Furious glares landed on him as the crowd stirred, subtly encircling the green-clad youth. Within the Holy Realm, the vast majority of prodigies were from the outside world.

Some of the prodigies who had grown up in the Holy Realm glanced over, clicking their tongues. "That's Zhou Tong!"

"No wonder!"

"That tone of voice… it had to be him!"

"That guy's used to getting his way. He only respects that one person and looks down on all other prodigies. He won't even allow anyone else to hold them in high regard. He's a complete tyrant!"

"No matter what, he shouldn't talk like that. The junior brothers and sisters from the outside world are all part of our sect, kindred branches from the same root..."

"If he were the type to listen to reason, he wouldn't be Zhou Tong!"

The green-clad youth was infamous within the Holy Realm. A prodigy of Taixu Cave Heaven, he was known by nearly all of his peers. He was simply a reckless and brazen sort. He dared to say or do anything, no matter how outrageous. He was utterly conceited, arrogant to the extreme, and claimed that in the entire world, the number of people he respected was one and a half.

Unfortunately, his strength was also formidable. At a young age, he had already reached the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul realm, showing immense potential. Many were displeased with him, yet they were helpless to do anything about it. While there were certainly prodigies in the Holy Realm who could defeat him, it was useless. You could beat him, but you couldn't make him submit; he would remain as foul-mouthed as ever. And you couldn't just kill him outright. He was truly a thorny problem.

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"Make yourself clear! Who are you calling sheltered?"

The prodigies of Longhu Cave Heaven were enraged. Thunder crackled around their bodies, and the atmosphere grew so tense it felt like a fight could break out at any moment.

Zhou Tong tilted his head and dug at his ear, an expression that practically begged for a beating. "I'm talking about you. You got a problem with that? Want to take me on together?"

"Let's do it!"

"Let's teach him a lesson!"

Unable to contain their fury, four or five of the Longhu Cave Heaven prodigies joined forces and charged. In that instant, brilliant lightning flared. Runes filled the sky. A powerful aura swept across the area.

Zhou Tong sneered, drawing his twin daggers and rushing into the fray. His Daoist Magic was treacherous, deeply versed in the Dao of the Void. He moved like a phantom in the night, a flash of his blades signaling each fierce strike. This gave the other prodigies an immense headache, forcing them back again and again.

In a short while, all who had charged forward were wounded. They fell back, defeated, their expressions incredibly grim. Although the Cultivation Levels of these prodigies from outside the Holy Realm had progressed rapidly, they still struggled to catch up to the true powerhouses within the Holy Realm.

Furthermore, Zhou Tong's strength was undeniable. The Dao of the Void was one of the most difficult forms of Daoist Magic to counter. He had integrated these arts masterfully with his blade techniques. His talent and combat prowess far exceeded those of his ordinary peers; it was no wonder he had the capital to be so arrogant.

"Just humiliating yourselves..." After his victory, Zhou Tong became even more arrogant, stroking his blade as he sneered.

"That's enough, Zhou Tong!" A prodigy from the Holy Realm couldn't stand it any longer and stepped out from the crowd. "We're all on the same side. You've won, so why the need to humiliate them?"

Zhou Tong stared at him, his blade glinting with a cold light. "You want to stand up for them? You want to face my blade?"

"You…!" The prodigy's face flushed red, and he was at a loss for words.

"What are you looking at me for? Or perhaps you'd all like a turn?" Zhou Tong scanned the crowd. Many prodigies instinctively retreated, knowing they were no match for him.

"Heh... All that talk about prodigies of the same sect from the outside world is bullshit!" he scoffed, venting his frustration. "And here I thought you were all so special, that everything in the Holy Realm was supposed to revolve around you. Before you arrived, we weren't even allowed to use the Spiritual and Treasure Medicines from the Ancient Forest in excess. For what? It turns out you're nothing special after all!"

A flash of crimson, filled with hatred, crossed his eyes.

"He still resents that incident!" someone whispered. "He was closest with his older brother, a man eighty years his senior. His brother had average talent, achieved nothing in his cultivation, and was nearing the end of his short lifespan. Because he didn't meet the age requirements, he was forbidden from using too many Spiritual and Treasure Medicines. All he could do was wait to die!"

"The rules of the Great Immortal Gates are all the same," another added. "If your age disqualifies you, you have no chance of ever leaving the Holy Realm. Using those resources on them is a waste. It's better to refine those resources into Elixirs for preservation than to give them away!"

The prodigies of the Holy Realm discussed amongst themselves. Zhou Tong was a pitiable figure in his own right. There was a reason for his paranoid and crazed nature; he harbored a natural resentment towards the prodigies from the outside. No wonder he had lashed out.

"What's this piece of trash? More arrogant than me?" Bei Tangfeng frowned. He was an incredibly proud person himself, but he always disdained proving his own worth by belittling others. He found it meaningless and utterly tasteless.

He stepped forward, and a Folding Fan appeared in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, he flung it out.

The Folding Fan danced through the air as runes swirled and mysterious lights emerged. It instantly transformed into several Puppets whose bodies were covered in sharp runes, and they charged toward Zhou Tong.

These Puppets had powerful auras and different functions. Some were built for offense, others for defense. Some were even covered in strange mechanisms that could unleash a dense, unending storm of feather-like blades, layer upon layer.

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