Under One Person: God Profiler

Xia Linyuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Finally, someone with some weight has emerged."

"Exactly, when we fight these kids, it feels like we're attacking a kindergarten."

Gao Zhan put his hands in his pockets and said with a sneer.

"But we attacked the orphanage."

Gao Yuan interrupted and revealed the truth.

The scene suddenly became awkward. Kicking the kindergarten and beating the welfare home, the more I thought about it, the more ashamed I felt.

Wang Zizhou rushed over and saw that his ink-wash Huashan painting had been smashed like this by Xia Linyuan. He took a deep look at Xia Linyuan and changed his mind about capturing Xia Linyuan. He shouted to his younger brother and sister, "Father has ordered us to retreat!"

Upon hearing this, a fourteen-year-old boy exclaimed, "Father said to repel the enemy!"

Wang Zizhou looked over: "Father is afraid you'll get hurt!"

The boy's pupils trembled slightly, deeply moved. The other children instantly believed Wang Zizhou's words and turned to run away.

Xia Linyuan had no interest in the children who had run away, but listening to Wang Zizhou's words, his expression was inscrutable: "Whether adults or children, when faced with choices, they will always believe in the option that is in their best interest. It seems you have a knack for dealing with these kids."

Wang Zizhou smiled gently and said, "My younger siblings are a bit stubborn, so I had no choice but to learn a skill."

“You don’t seem that stubborn. Where is your father?”

As Xia Linyuan asked this, his eyes were already glancing towards the house.

“The house has a back door, and my father has probably already escaped. He doesn’t seem to care about our lives.”

Wang Zizhou betrayed his father quite naturally, which made Xia Linyuan take another look at him.

On Wang Zizhou's slightly wheat-colored face, black, upright eyebrows slowly emerged, along with crimson lips and blue, sculpted lines filling the empty spaces. Such a face, when depicted on an ancient general, would typically portray a fierce and wise warrior.

Xia Linyuan gave the Gao brothers a look, and the two understood and bypassed Wang Zizhou, heading towards the house.

Just as the two were about to cross the Prince Boat, two dark mountains rose up from the ground, and the vines in the mountains lashed out at the Gao brothers.

Wang Zizhou stood in the middle of the mountain and smiled slightly: "I am only telling you my father's whereabouts. If you want to get through, you still have to get past me."

"After all, if you chase after them now, your younger siblings will get punished."

As soon as Wang Zizhou finished speaking, two sharp blades cleaved Mo Shan in two.

Wang Zizhou's alarm bells rang loudly as he looked toward the source of the sharp edge.

Xia Linyuan stood motionless on the ground, a purple clay dot between his brows, his eyes stained with worldly dust. He held a long, dark blue axe, and his body was surrounded by a five-colored aura of faith: "Mere mountains, I will cleave them in two with a single axe—"

"You all hurry and capture the ringleader!"

Chapter 131 Inferior Illusion Array

"Don't think about it!"

"Divine Ink Flow"

With a shout, Wang Zizhou released the scroll, which then floated above Gao Zhan.

Ink-black ocean currents surge forth from the scroll, with waves stretching endlessly.

"Wocao!"

Gao Zhan uttered a refined phrase, then his body emitted an electric current. Without lingering, he dodged the ocean current and burst forth. The ocean current crashed onto the grass, leaving a deep crater.

Just as ink surged beneath Wang Zizhou's feet, he rushed forward to chase after it. The ink energy emanating from his body continuously washed over the scroll, and a magnificent ink-wash mountain leaped onto the paper. Wang Zizhou reached out and grabbed one end of the scroll, and with a powerful flick, the massive mountain, carrying a crane, burst out of the scroll!

The crane's gaze was sharp, and its beak was aimed at Gao Zhan's back, pecking fiercely.

With a determined look in his eyes, Xia Linyuan raised the axe high in one hand. The azure axe seemed to burn with flames. With a single swing, it flashed a mesmerizing light in the darkness of the early morning night.

The sacred mountain crumbled, and the cranes cried mournfully.

A flame burned in Xia Linyuan's eyes, devoid of sorrow or joy, as if he were a god in the world.

Wang Zizhou's attempt to stop them failed, and he could only watch helplessly as the Gao brothers disappeared before his eyes.

A sense of worry rose in my heart. I could only hope that my younger siblings would be able to see their father after they had gone far and wide.

Otherwise, you will definitely be punished afterwards.

Xia Linyuan looked down at Wang Zizhou from his high vantage point. This man was different from the other children, who regarded their fathers as gods.

However, Wang Zizhou abused his authority, using his father's name to manage the children.

"Kid—aren't you going to chase?"

Xia Linyuan said indifferently.

Wang Zizhou raised his head slightly: "I won't chase after you. If I can stop you, I might be able to cover up my lie. I'll continue to be a good son to my father and a good brother to my younger siblings."

"Your father can't escape today."

Xia Linyuan spoke with a strong theatrical accent: "And a relationship maintained by lies cannot last long."

"I know that one day I will have nothing left."

Wang Zizhou already knew his fate and said calmly, "My younger siblings only obey their father. Once they discover that I have deceived them, they will cripple me without my father's intervention."

"But what can we do? This is just how my family is."

Xia Linyuan said expressionlessly, "A home is never something that can be protected by one person alone."

"The affection gained by sacrificing oneself is even more foolish."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Linyuan took a step forward, his faith surging, and the axe in his hand became even sharper with his will. Seeing this, Wang Zizhou's expression turned solemn, and the scroll was unfurled horizontally, with continuous mountains appearing on the paper in the blink of an eye.

"Divine Painting: Ink Landscape".

As Wang Zizhou finished speaking, the scroll rushed towards Xia Linyuan, surrounding him.

Mountains and rivers unfold like a scroll painting, the calls of deer and the long cries of lone geese echoing in Xia Linyuan's ears, compelling one to involuntarily immerse oneself in the beauty of nature...

Upon seeing this, Wang Zizhou breathed a slight sigh of relief. Then, his wheat-colored skin visibly turned deathly pale as he looked at the ink-wash landscape in disbelief.

Axe blades continuously cleaved through the ink-wash landscape, and Prince Zhou's ink energy connected with the scroll to quickly repair it. As the energy dissipated, Prince Zhou's face turned deathly pale.

Xia Linyuan chopped ten times in succession amidst the mountains and rivers.

Mountains crumbled, rivers rushed, and wild beasts fled.

When Prince Zhou's vital energy was finally exhausted, everything turned to nothingness.

"Were you not affected by my description of mountains and rivers?"

"The meaning of mountains and rivers? Compared to the desire to save one's mother, which is stronger?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zizhou's face turned ashen. The essence of the mountains and rivers was a condensation of the place he most longed for in his heart. Combined with the materialization of the divine coating, it was equivalent to a high-level formation.

Xia Linyuan stepped forward with his axe, and swung the back of the axe at Wang Zizhou's neck.

Wang Zizhou fainted on the spot. Before losing consciousness, he vaguely heard Xia Linyuan say, "It's already good enough that there are many animals in the mountains, no mosquitoes, no feces, and no stench. But to have birds singing and flowers blooming is just too idealistic."

"Inferior Illusion Array".

Xia Linyuan gave a calm assessment. Without reverting to his divine form, he chased after the Gao brothers in the direction they had gone.

Chapter 132 Huang Batian

"You old bastard, trying to run away? I'm going to catch you!"

Ren Jian raced through the stardust, gritting his teeth, as green ripples spread out around him in waves.

Ren Jian's attempt to scout out Wang Jianguo was discovered, exposing his whereabouts and causing him great embarrassment. Given Ren Jian's pride, when he's in a group, even if he's not the best, he absolutely refuses to hold anyone back.

Wang Jianguo's whereabouts appeared in his mind as the ripples swept through.

Just as Ren Jian was engrossed in his pursuit, a dark figure entered his senses.

Ren Jian stopped abruptly and backed away.

A boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old rushed out from the ground. A scroll depicting sharp claws was attached to his arm and appeared, as he swung a claw down.

Ren Jian had dodged in advance, but he was still injured by the invisible force, and his bright red blood seeped through his clothes.

"Damn it! Voldemort, huh?"

Ren Jian stared coldly at the child in front of him, but found that his eyes were dark green and his figure was ethereal, just like the spirits summoned by shamans in Northeast China.

"A spirit? So young?"

Ren Jian was deeply shocked. Although he felt sorry for the child who died young, he did not hold back.

He casually plucked a leaf, channeled a wisp of dark green energy into his fingertip, altering the leaf's internal cellular structure, and instantly made the leaf incredibly sharp.

It passed through the child's forehead with lightning speed.

The child remained expressionless, neither sad nor happy, until just before disappearing, when a look of relief appeared on his face.

Ren Jian glanced briefly at the dissipating spirit, his expression indifferent. In the world of supernatural beings, it was not uncommon for people to forcibly bind souls for the sake of power, and the fact that he was able to bind it was a testament to Wang Jianguo's skill.

Continue searching for Wang Jianguo's whereabouts.

Just then, an arc of electricity appeared ahead, along with a tremendous roar.

Ren Jian quickened his pace and saw the Gao brothers, covered in wounds, surrounded by a group of spirits.