"Bang..."

It was as if Mars collided with Earth, creating an extraordinarily loud sound.

"Ah..."

Qian Bing felt an overwhelming force from which he could not resist. His wrist bone fractured with a crack, and he tumbled to the ground like being hit by a train, spewing blood mist from his mouth.

He let out a painful cry.

But Da Ye stood there motionless, his face full of arrogance.

Qian Bing hadn't been with the Taiqing Sect for long. Although he had reached the late stage of the Liquid Transformation, he had achieved it by taking shortcuts, refining and absorbing too much Deceptive Heavenly Qi.

Thus, his strength wasn't even as good as Ma Rufei and others.

However, he didn't want to miss the opportunity to fight with a strong opponent.

He was the first to step up to the challenge.

Defeat was within expectations.

Li Taiqing, with a face like iron, quickly pressed the acupoint on Qian Bing's hand.

He fed him a healing elixir.

"So, this is the strength of the disciples of Daoyi Sect? They're simply beneath contempt. Come, come, let two more of the same realm fight me two-on-one," Da Ye said with disdain.

Many disciples of the Daoyi Sect were almost furious to death, and immediately, one disciple rushed out, "I'll teach you a lesson."

His name was Zheng Jun, from Inner Shaolin, naturally a monk.

He had also cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Liquid Phase.

He came to Daoyi Sect to earn merit, hoping to break through to the Golden Core Realm.

In such contests, weapons and magical treasures are generally not used, just fists and kicks.

And the battles are usually between cultivators of the same realm.

Zheng Jun displayed Inner Shaolin's Arhat Fist, indeed very fierce, punching continuously with unstoppable momentum, full of grandeur.

"Penglai Immortal Fist..."

Da Ye sneered, shouting as he punched like cannonballs in rapid succession.

"Bang bang bang..."

The two of them exchanged five punches in a row.

Zheng Jun couldn't withstand it, showing a look of pain on his face.

Because the opponent's punches were venomous, a vibrating force transferred to his fists.

Cracking his bones.

"Crack..."

On the sixth punch, his wrist bone shattered, and he screamed as he was knocked back.

"Simply as weak as ants," Da Ye shouted disdainfully, "If this were a life or death battle, I've already killed two. Come on, is there anyone else? Come defeat me?"

He was extremely arrogant and excessively brazen.

"Too weak, are these the Chinese Cultivators? I'm so disappointed; I see no possibility of finding an opponent in China."

Love also showed a face full of disdain and contempt.

He had cultivated to the Golden Core Realm Great Perfection, just a step away from the Nascent Soul Realm. Naturally, the Daoyi Sect could only send out Golden Core Realm disciples.

So, Li Taiqing could only be anxious, without a single solution, because he had already cultivated to the Nascent Soul Early Stage; otherwise, he would have harshly taught this bastard a lesson.

However, letting other disciples fight provided no assurance.

"Brother, don't worry. Let me have some fun first," Da Ye said with a sinister laugh, "I've heard your sect master is named Zhang Bin, a genius, cultivated to the Initial Stage or Middle Stage of Gold Core? Let him come out; I'll defeat him across levels."

Such arrogant words completely enraged the disciples of Daoyi Sect.

Many liquid stage disciples rushed up to challenge.

But none could withstand ten punches from the opponent, all suffering miserable defeats.

Most had their wrist bones broken.

Even the defiant Sun Tie was sent flying with two punches.

"So strong."

All the disciples of Daoyi Sect secretly dreaded.

At this time, they truly understood that the opponent had reasons for his arrogance; he was genuinely powerful.

Not only did he possess terrifyingly enormous strength, but his fist techniques were also exceedingly marvelous.

Perhaps only the top talents from top sects like Kunlun Shushan had the potential to defeat him.

"Too weak, too weak. I'll settle this in a few moves. Come on, come on, those at the Initial Stage of Gold Core, come play."

Da Ye was even more extravagantly arrogant, with an expression of contempt saturating his face.

The disciples of Daoyi Sect were even more aggrieved and angry but no one stepped out to challenge.

Those at the Initial Stage of Gold Core coming out victorious would not be glorious.

Liquid stage cultivators coming out would be humiliating themselves.

"Hahaha..." Love also roared with laughter on the side, "Our Penglai disciples are the strongest, overpowering all cultivators of the same realm. The Daoyi Sect disciples are nothing but chickens and dogs."

"I think they're not even as good as chickens and dogs, just a group of ants that I can crush with a flick."

Da Ye stood proudly, increasingly arrogant and brazen.

The disciples of Daoyi Sect, including Li Taiqing, were all extremely angry and aggrieved.

Now they all had only one hope, hoping Zhang Bin would arrive quickly.

Although no liquid stage cultivators could defeat Da Ye, Zhang Bin would surely be able to defeat Love.

That would at least retrieve a bit of face.

Actually, every ten days, or half a month, the Daoyi Sect had to deal with such provocations.

But they had all managed to resolve them.

Without disturbing Zhang Bin.

However, today, they really had no way.

All the Golden Core disciples were self-aware, not being Love's opponent.

Without disappointing them.

Zhang Bin walked in from the training ground entrance, escorted by many Taiqing Sect disciples.

His face was full of cold sneers, and his body emanated an icy killing intent.

Zhao Dawei had called too late.

Even though he didn't waste a single moment, he couldn't arrive in time.

Li Taiqing and many disciples immediately greeted him, and Li Taiqing lowered his voice to explain the situation.

Zhang Bin and the Taiqing Sect disciples were all past their limits of anger.

What made them angrier was that Da Ye immediately sneered and said, "Oh... another group of ants! Come, come, challenge me? Let's see how I trample you!"

Three playful ones immediately rushed up, "Me first, me first, me first..."

The three of them entangled into one.

"Come back, dealing with these ants doesn't require the same level cultivators; an Initial Liquid Realm is enough." Zhang Bin arrogantly shouted.

All the disciples of Daoyi Sect were dumbfounded, hardly believing their ears.

They were very clear about how strong Da Ye was.

He was indeed a top expert of the Liquid Stage, capable of sweeping everything.

How could an Initial Liquid Realm cultivator be a match for Da Ye?

"Hahaha..." Da Ye laughed wildly, "An Initial Liquid Realm cultivator can defeat me, you're too naive, dreaming too much?"

"Yang Xiong, you go, beat him half dead."

Zhang Bin shouted.

"Yes, brother-in-law."

Yang Xiong's face was full of excitement, and he rushed forward with an arrow step.

He had loved fighting since he was young, not knowing how much trouble he caused.

And was scolded by his parents countless times.

Later, he could only endure, only going to the mountains to fight with ferocious wild beasts.

At the age of seven, he killed a 300-pound wild boar with bare hands.

His combat ability was actually very strong.

But he never met an opponent.

This made him very unhappy.

However, as soon as he entered Taiqing Sect, there were battles, and they were with very powerful experts, even Penglai Sect cultivators appeared?

This made him extremely excited and joyful.

While the three playful ones lowered their heads and retreated sullenly, alas... such a great opportunity to stand out was missed.