"A Grandmaster? Him? Is he worthy?"

The braided man, a Penglai Apostle, held a crimson iron whip. Murderous aura emanated from him as he pointed towards Master Liudao Yuan and said in a low voice, "Furthermore, he is physically disabled, with a crippled body. Dreaming of integrating True Intention, Vigor, and physical body into a Grandmaster's power field, and fully taking that step... is simply absurd! Did you all not notice that his prosthetic limbs are severely damaged and not far from total destruction?"

The braided man sneered with contempt as he looked at the slightly twisted prosthetic limbs of Master Liudao Yuan, from which electrical sparks erupted.

Suddenly, he waved his hand and said coldly, "If he can't take that step, what comes next is backlash... He won't last much longer!"

"Kill! First, kill everyone else from the Crane Sect, and kill him last!"

Hearing these words, the attackers' eyes lit up. They all pounced in different directions, launching attacks at the Crane Sect's Direct Disciples.

Seeing this, Master Liudao Yuan's calm eyes flickered. His body shot out like a hurricane, rapidly moving across the field.

He consecutively sent several opponents, who were trying to attack his Direct Disciples, flying. Then, the moment he revealed an opening, a crimson whip slithered towards him like a venomous snake.

"Now is the time, attack together!" the braided man's cold voice sounded.

Several figures on the field abruptly sprang up and charged towards Master Liudao Yuan.

"BANG!"

A nearly tangible White Crane phantom abruptly erupted, sending all the figures flying.

Just as everyone was once again awed by Master Liudao Yuan's dominance and utterly shocked...

Master Liudao Yuan, who had been standing proudly, suddenly swayed. With a PUFF, he vomited a mouthful of blood. The aura circulating around his body instantly vanished, and his entire presence seemed to wither.

Seeing this, a cold smile appeared on the face of the braided man, who softly commanded, "Attack."

A while later, the battle ceased.

The broken, twisted mechanical prosthetic limbs were scattered and discarded like garbage on the ground.

Master Liudao Yuan leaned against a stone pillar in the station, his hair and beard disheveled, his clothes almost entirely soaked with blood.

He lowered his head, quietly half-sitting on the ground.

He had lost all four limbs, yet he still refused to fall, his pride unyielding. Only his faint breathing proved he was still alive.

"CLACK. CLACK."

The braided man, holding the crimson whip, approached Master Liudao Yuan step by step.

He also looked somewhat disheveled, even slightly injured. However, that did nothing to dampen his spirits at the moment.

A smile touched his lips.

He didn't know why, but the thought of snuffing out the last breath of this limbless man before him filled his heart with an inexplicable, intense pleasure.

The braided man walked up to Master Liudao Yuan, looking down at him coldly.

He used the crimson whip in his hand to casually prod at Master Liudao Yuan's chest, and a thin booklet fell out with a PAT.

The braided man gently read the words on the booklet, ""Overlord Fist Guide."" He smirked and said lightly, "Master Liudao Yuan, caught red-handed with the goods. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Not far away, lying among several Crane Sect Direct Disciples, the heavily injured Liu Si whispered intermittently, "...The night the Young Dojo Master and Old Dojo Master crashed the event, the Old Dojo Master overcame his mental block, gaining a chance to become a Grandmaster... Unfortunately, he made one attempt but failed due to his crippled body. He suffered a backlash, was injured, and kept vomiting blood... That Overlord Fist Sect inheritance... the Old Dojo Master bought it at a great price from a disciple of the Overlord Fist Sect..."

In an instant, the Crane Sect Direct Disciples beside Liu Si were thunderstruck and speechless.

Unfortunately, Liu Si's voice was too faint; aside from them, no one else heard him.

Of course, even if someone had heard it, at this moment, it no longer seemed to matter.

"Master Liudao Yuan, oh, Master Liudao Yuan, you truly reaped what you sowed! You deserve to die!"

The braided man squatted down, picked up the booklet from the ground, and lightly slapped Master Liudao Yuan's cheek with it, sneering, "Everyone wants you dead. You should have died fifteen years ago..."

Master Liudao Yuan slowly lifted his head, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something.

The braided man narrowed his eyes and leaned in a bit, trying to hear what he was going to say.

But as soon as he leaned in, he heard a PTOO!

A mouthful of bloody phlegm hit him full in the face, splattering all over his head.

"HAHA... HA..."

Master Liudao Yuan leaned his head against the pillar, looking at the disheveled braided man and laughing loudly. With every laugh, more blood gushed from his mouth like an unstoppable fountain.

"You!"

In an instant, the braided man's murderous intent surged to its peak. He swiftly got to his feet and raised his crimson whip high into the air.

Meanwhile, not too far away on a high point, Pei Ye, in a trench coat, stretched lazily and said with satisfaction, "Finally, it's my turn."

"Die!"

A cold glint flashed in the braided man's eyes as he was about to bring the long whip crashing down on Master Liudao Yuan.

And in that split second...

"WHOOSH—"

A formidable deep blue beam of light flashed past everyone's eyes, and with a BOOM, a massive shower of sparks erupted somewhere behind them.

"Uh..."

The braided man stared dumbfoundedly at his right hand, which had inexplicably vaporized. If he remembered correctly, just a second ago, his arm above the elbow had been intact.

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone present, including Pei Ye, who had been ready to make his heroic entrance from a distance.

Before any of them could react...

"WHOOSH—"

A second deep blue beam of light flared, streaking across the sky.

"BOOM!"

This time, its landing point was so close it exploded right in the midst of the crowd.

The shockwave from the explosion sent the members of the traditional martial sects scrambling in panic.

But before the panic could spread further, someone stammered in a trembling voice, "The... the Penglai Apostle... he..."

All eyes snapped towards the braided man's position.

When they saw the scene there, everyone's pupils contracted violently, their faces frozen in horror.

A headless body, missing half an arm, stood silently before Master Liudao Yuan.

From the neck... scorching hot blood spewed out like a fountain.

Just then, the sound of dense footsteps approached from nearby.

Those present turned their heads towards the sound.

Seven or eight Fly Shuttles hovered in the air.

At least a hundred heavily armed, well-equipped Yellow Bear Members advanced towards them menacingly.

At the very front of this group of Yellow Bear Members...

was a young man in black. He was tall and upright, with a handsome face.

Expressionless, he strode forward, casually tossing a massive silver-white energy weapon—over a meter long and half a meter tall—to a burly, thick-browed man in Red Bear attire behind him...

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