The eerie laughter sounded like an old crow, startling the mountains and forests, shaking the branches and leaves to fall.

The pitch-black night seemed like churning thick fog, instantly surrounding from all directions.

"How come there's still a master? I just wanted to fool a tributor title, but now things are blown out of proportion!"

Old Man Zhou's legs were trembling, full of regret.

The whole person felt as if they had fallen into an icy cavern, a bone-chilling cold engulfing them.

Woo woo!

Woo woo woo!

The sinister wind howled, ghosts cried and gods moaned, pressing the surrounding grass and trees flat!

"Divine Soul Emergence? You scoundrel, you have accomplices!"

The formidable man from the Guan Family was at the Third Skin Refining Barrier Great Success, forged a "Golden Body," much stronger compared to several Sitting Hall Masters in Black River County Inner City with their "Bronze Skin."

He stomped his foot, raising a mass of moist soil, bent his body like a bow, and leaped up, his large hands resembling a posture ready to push off, with a fierce meaning akin to a tiger leaping over a mountain stream.

Rolling Qi Blood flowed through his limbs and bones, transforming into a tangible crimson light, roaring and dispersing the waves of sinister wind within a dozen steps' radius.

If it were the Second-Practice Flesh Shell, it would have already been violently whirled by the sinister wind, shredded into a bloody pulp!

The formidable man knew well that when dealing with Daoist Skill masters capable of Divine Soul Emergence, one must quickly seize the initiative, not giving them room to erect an altar or perform rituals; otherwise, it would be easy to get restrained and face difficulties at every step.

"Just because you learned a trick or two of Daoist skills, you think you can fool the gullible folks in the backwoods and rule the roost? You show-off in hiding!"

The formidable man shouted, sidestepping several yards away as if stepping on a hurling catapult, suddenly taking several strides, he audaciously collided into the swirling sinister wind laden with sand and gravel.

His five fingers ripped through, Qi Blood boiling, forcibly breaking it apart!

"Great Demon Subduing Fist! Are you Guan the Second, Guan Xingmiao, known as 'Hundred-Step Divine Fist'?"

The Divine Soul, glowing with a greenish hue, suddenly contracted, swiftly transforming into a solid bamboo-like beam about seven to eight feet long, abruptly retreating.

Shortly thereafter, the sinister wind dispersed, turning into a pitch-black long robe falling, within which seemed to surge a mighty stream of air, outlining a form.

In the span of just a few breaths, an old man's sinister appearance with an aquiline nose emerged.

"So it's Mr. Luo from Pai Bang! No wonder the gloomy air around you smells somewhat familiar!"

Guan Xingmiao narrowed his tiger eyes slightly, recognizing the opponent, and sneered:

"What's up, Mr. Helian, are you also eyeing the Tai Sui Chen Earth's treasure?"

The aquiline-nosed old man, called Mr. Luo, standing atop a floral-spotted leopard the size of a calf, chuckled:

"The ultimate treasure nurtured on the Celestial Fiend Day can be acquired only by those destined for it.

I've been guarding this place for many days, everything follows the rule of first-come, first-served, Guan the Second, right?"

That old ghost!

Doesn't know life from death!

Guan Xingmiao's eyes turned cold:

"I respect Hong the Dragon Head from Pai Bang, hence I call you 'Mr. Helian'.

Helian Hu, don't disregard it. With your few Daoist skills, can you withstand a few punches from me?"

The aquiline-nosed old man's name carried prestige, yet his appearance was sinister:

"Guan the Second, you are merely at the Third Skin Refining Barrier, Golden Body level. The Great Demon Subduing Fist is Xiangguo Temple's true secret art, even if acquired, without a foundational picture, you can never hope to achieve the consummate accomplishment of the Water and Fire Immortal Robe in this life.

Guan Family doesn't have many masters holding up the front, you are one of them.

I conduct myself with restraint, if today you are willing to withdraw, I'll repay this favor to the Guan Family when I enter the Dao Skill Fourth Realm someday."

Amusing?

Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?

Guan Xingmiao stood with hands behind his back, his Qi Blood like a roaring furnace, radiating blistering heat:

"I have a better plan, Helian Hu, tonight you take a step back, wait till Uncle Guan breaks through the Fourth Qi Cultivation Barrier, ascends as a Divine Techniques Giant, and receives a noble title from the Dragon Court.

By then, reluctantly, I'll accept you as my adopted son.

After a hundred years, you'll inherit all the family assets.

How's that, more generous, right?"

Brat's impudence!

The aquiline-nosed old man's face twitched, his anger rippled through his thoughts, like a boulder hitting water, creating visible rippling waves.

"A true master! Divine Soul Thoughts consolidated and unmatched, transforming the virtual into reality, altering the outside world! Such a level, with a single thought, can crush common folks' spirits, manipulating lives within one's grasp!"

Old Man Zhou trapped between two factions trembled in fear, previously feeling like he fell into an icy cavern, chilled to the bone, presently seemed to plunge into a raging furnace, sweating profusely.

The aquiline-nosed old man sneered again, and the floral-spotted leopard beneath him roared angrily:

"Then blame not my mercilessness, Guan the Second! Today, witness the might of the Great Demon Subduing Fist! Let's see how you break my 'Ghost-slaying and Soul-capturing Technique'!"

The greenish glowing Divine Soul contracted again, then suddenly expanded, extraordinarily intense thought waves swept through the mountains and forests, like an overwhelming white-haired wind, a vast expanse, flying sands and rolling stones!

"This old geezer, his Daoist skills have deepened compared to before, no wonder he dares to block my path!"

Guan Xingmiao concentrated intently, not daring to be careless, Helian Hu was already the head of a hall in Pai Bang years ago.

His ever-changing Daoist skill cultivation ranked among the ten most formidable masters in Yihai Prefecture.

The boiling Qi Blood coursing through his limbs and bones suddenly released, bones within the flesh shell sounding like rolling thunder, stepping out eight times, each footfall creating a pit resembling a large millstone.

The two arms swung freely like large axes and hammers, slicing the air with a crackling sound, the masculine demeanor blending with the robust Qi Blood, erupting and condensing into a smoke column one or two zhang tall.

The martial artists of Four Practices find the best tactic against Daoist skill masters is to elevate Qi and Blood Power, focus mentally, pores relax, expelling pure essence like smoke.