Pieces of rock hit the robust man, piercing his skin and causing blood to seep out, but he seemed oblivious, murmuring to himself, "Why, what did I, Zhou Bufeng, do wrong..."

"Your fault lies in being born in the Extreme Fist Sect, where someone killed an Immortal Master, deserving punishment," said the red-robed old Daoist, who had appeared in the scene at some point, his face indifferent.

"Then kill me!" roared Zhou Bufeng, the robust man, "Why go after my grandson, why involve my family!!"

"Let your lives serve as a warning to others," the old Daoist said coldly, raising his hand, a silver light slashed down, severing Zhou Bufeng's head.

...

"Oh, Aunt Jin, your son is truly promising, this is high-grade pear wood..."

"He's a Martial Artist now, how can he not be promising? By the way, is Jin Feng married?"

"Later, let Jin Feng come to my house for the New Year, he could meet my daughter, she's a real beauty!"

A few women in new clothes surrounded a newly crafted pear wood bed, chattering full of admiration and envy.

Nearby, a thin, dark-skinned woman in slightly ill-fitting, oversized brocade clothes, showed extraordinary pride on her face.

Behind her stood a young man over six feet tall.

With broad shoulders and a strong back, he had an honest face. He was Jin Feng, who had returned home after becoming a Martial Artist and was also Lou Yi's roommate when he first joined the Extreme Fist Sect.

Being always filial, he had gifted his parents a fine pear wood bed before the year-end.

Though it was expensive, being a Martial Artist, he would never lack silver in the future.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Jin Feng's honest face.

The next moment.

A silver light rushed into the room with the speed of the world and slashed lightly.

With several screams, the women who had just been standing, including Jin Feng's mother, were all cut in half, intestines spilled everywhere, blood splattered.

"Mother!"

Jin Feng's eyes turned red instantly, he rushed to his mother, holding her calloused, time-worn hand tightly.

"Son, it hurts," Jin Feng's mother spat blood, her eyes somewhat dazed.

Jin Feng could only shed tears continuously, not knowing how to heal or save his own mother.

'Tock tock tock!'

A pair of black-faced cloud-topped boots stepped into the room.

"You are a disciple of the Extreme Fist Sect, right? You have that detestable smell on you."

"The Extreme Fist Sect defied their superiors and killed two of my sect disciples, their whole sect should be wiped out."

The indifferent voice, like a decree from heaven, was full of indisputable authority.

"Beast, I'll kill you!!" Jin Feng roared and charged forward.

'Puff!'

Before he could take two steps, he was already a headless corpse.

The red-robed old Daoist picked up Jin Feng's head, casually shot out a ball of fire, setting his home ablaze.

And he continued to control the yellow talisman paper in the sky, precisely finding the members of the Extreme Fist Sect and cutting off their heads.

The next day at dawn, people were horrified to find severed, blood-dripping heads with twisted faces and eyes closed in death, hanging above the gate of the Extreme Fist Sect!

Even several tens of feet away, the endless resentment could be felt!

It wasn't just the Extreme Fist Sect.

In Tai City, the Liu Family, Captain Wang's home, the Song Family in Lian City, the village of Mistress Hu, the Zhao Family and Liu Family in Sheep City…

Any family that had disagreements with the two Immortal Masters of the Five Elements Sect, or were perceived to have enmity, faced an extremely cruel massacre!

In the battle against the beast tide, all the elite came to support from various cities.

But in this calamity, they were almost all swept clean.

The martial power of Wangjiang County fell into an unprecedented low.

The brutality and ruthlessness of Cultivators were thereby deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts, enough to make children stop crying.

Also, it made everyone remember deeply: 'Cultivators cannot be opposed, cannot be matched!'

...

Unknown how many miles away, on Longjiang.

A large wooden ship over a dozen feet long and dark brown all over, still sailed steadily on the river.

The ship's captain, with several sailors, set up an incense table at the bow, offering chicken, fish, pork, with a yellow cushion placed below the table.

"It's the New Year today, come pray to the River Dragon King, for a good sign," the ship's captain said with a smile.

"Is it the New Year already, so soon?"

The people on board were surprised. Thinking carefully, they realized they were near the year's end when they left Wangjiang.

Not being able to spend New Year at home made everyone a bit sentimental, but they heeded the captain's words and went to the cushion to kneel and seek blessings in order.

"It's the New Year, and I'm turning twenty too."

Lou Yi looked at the Attribute Panel, his age changing from 19/90 to 20/90.

He also lifted his foot to follow the custom, but in that instant, it was as if he was struck by lightning, frozen in place.

In his mind, sounded an invisible, untouchable cry.

'Screech!'

It was the hawk that formed in his mind after perfecting his Axe Skill; invisible, untouchable, but Lou Yi knew of its existence.

At this moment, this hawk's cry resembled a cuckoo's bloodied wail, mournful, sorrowful, angry.

Such extreme emotions affected Lou Yi.

He suddenly turned to look behind him, involuntarily shedding tears.

After reaching a certain realm in martial practice, one would have an extraordinary sense of developments related to themselves or those around them, far exceeding ordinary people, like an amplified sixth sense.

Lou Yi already had an ominous premonition that something was amiss with the fellow members and elders of the Extreme Fist Sect.

"Five Elements Sect." Lou Yi looked towards the vast Longjiang, murmuring, "I will return..."

Misfortune never comes alone.

That night, a shadow suddenly crashed into the ship, causing it to rock violently with the risk of capsizing.

"What the hell!"

"Holy crap!"

Everyone rushed to the deck, discovering the attacker was an enormous sea turtle!

The giant sea turtle was entirely pitch black, ten feet long, only slightly smaller than the ship itself.

Its aura was extremely powerful, seemingly touching the threshold of monstrous power.

"I'll smash it to pieces!"

Overlord Chu Feng raised his two Golden Melons, intending to jump on the giant turtle and give it a heavy blow.

"Wait!" Daoist Xuanji beside him pulled him back, looking grim, "Look again."

Chu Feng looked around, his expression changed too.

With a Martial Artist's eyesight, he could see in the dark.

They saw that underwater around them, at intervals, lay large black masses.

Occasionally a large, smooth head would emerge from the surface, clearly indicating they were of the same kind as the giant sea turtle.

"So many, how to kill them?" As arrogant as Chu Feng was, he was stunned.

A giant sea turtle, with power close to a monstrous level, much less in water where fighting such creatures was extremely difficult for Martial Artists.

'Boom!'

The sea turtle retracted its head, then fiercely rammed the ship again.

Everyone swayed from side to side.

If not for Lou Yi and Old Shi holding them, those with lower cultivation like Zhan Weida and Shi Qingde would have likely fallen into the river directly.

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