I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

Uncle Tian shook his head slightly, remaining silent as lead, offering no response to Si Qingchuan's words. Suddenly, Si Qingchuan's heart felt as if shrouded in a dark cloud, and an indescribable sense of dejection crept over him.

"Si Qingchuan, I'm afraid you don't even want to face the cowardice in your heart!" Ma Weihao's voice suddenly sounded, with a bit of provocation and pride.

"Just now, I ordered the dike of Twin Lakes to be dug up. If the flood rages, the people of Luohui County will all be buried in this man-made natural disaster... Haha, now, I want to see how you can save those people who are so important to you! Hahahaha..."

Ma Weihao's laughter was arrogant and harsh, echoing in the air and making people feel cold.

"How dare you..." Si Qingchuan's face turned pale in an instant, and his fear was beyond words. He almost instinctively growled, his voice filled with disbelief and anger.

Then he turned around hurriedly and gave urgent orders to his men beside him. Every word revealed urgency and determination, trying to find a glimmer of hope in despair.

Ma Weihao laughed wildly again, his words full of contempt:

"With those worthless trash around you, you think you can stop the unstoppable torrent of Twin Lakes? Just open your eyes and watch as those lowly untouchables transform into ghosts and wander the underworld!"

Before he finished speaking, a strange yellow figure seemed to jump out from nothingness, with a bit of unruly and playful look.

"Snapped--"

A huge piece of yellow mud, like something dropped from the sky, stuck accurately on Ma Weihao's arrogant face.

The yellow mud was so large that it almost swallowed up his entire face, leaving only a pair of terrified eyes flashing in vain in the mud.

In an instant, everything was silent beside the Twin Lakes.

The Mingyue Sect was the most prominent of the ten major sects in the Xia Dynasty. In Liangzhou, its prestige was like that of an emperor, and no one dared to challenge it.

Now, someone actually dared to violate the dignity of a true disciple of Mingyue Sect. If this matter were to get to the sect's ears, the person who threw the mud would probably turn into a handful of yellow earth in an instant and never see the light of day again.

The spiritual energy around Ma Weihao surged like a river bursting its banks, and the yellow mud on his face peeled off under the stimulation of the spiritual energy.

A face distorted by anger was clearly revealed, and the handsome features looked particularly ferocious at this moment, like an enraged beast, ready to attack.

His gaze fixed sharply on Lin Fan and his group, as if it could penetrate the void and strike directly into their hearts. The sudden flying piece of yellow mud had originated from their direction, undoubtedly becoming the fuse of this turmoil.

"Whizzing--"

Two nimble figures suddenly flashed to Ma Weihao's side, as silent as ghosts in the night.

These two men, both carrying long swords, look heroic and are famous disciples in the inner sect of Mingyue Sect.

"Senior Brother Ma..." They bowed, their voices filled with deep respect and humility.

Ma Weihao's face was as gloomy as water, his eyes flashing with an unquestionable cold light. His words were like the cold winter wind, biting and resolute: "Kill them all, leave no one alive..."

Ever since he entered the Mingyue Sect and became a highly anticipated true disciple, how could Ma Weihao's dignity and status be challenged by such a trivial matter?

The atmosphere here is oppressive at this moment, as if it is the prelude to a storm.

From the moment Ma Weihao entered Mingyue Sect and was honored as a true disciple, no one dared to treat him the same way as before.

With the crowning of the halo of the candidate for the clan leader, his figure became a person that everyone looked up to, and everyone treated him with respect and awe.

However, what happened today was like a bolt from the blue, shaking his heart.

Someone actually dared to mercilessly throw a huge piece of yellow mud at his face, which was once admired by thousands of people. This scene was undoubtedly an extreme violation of his dignity.

Anger burned fiercely in his chest, turning into endless murderous intent.

Death, this word swirled in his mind, like the whisper of death, cold and resolute.

He had no intention of finding out who was behind this. In this polluted land, everyone who witnessed this scene would pay the price for what they had "witnessed".

There is no need to ask any questions or investigate carefully. The lives in that area are destined to be swallowed by darkness.

In Ma Weihao's heart, only the flame of revenge was burning, and he vowed to turn this insult and provocation into ashes.

"As you command, Senior Brother..."

As soon as the words fell, two figures disappeared from their original position in an instant like ghosts in the dark night. When they reappeared, they were standing in front of Lin Fan and his companions.

When he appeared again, he had already arrived in front of Lin Fan and others, and naturally became the primary target of the two inner disciples of Mingyue Sect.

In an instant, two long swords gleaming with cold light seemed like silver snakes leaping out of the abyss, silently cutting through the tranquility of the air.

The sword was sharp, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, pointing directly at the most fragile lifeline on Lin Fan's neck, carrying an unquestionable breath of death.

Lin Fan's expression suddenly darkened, and his hands seemed to be illuminated by the morning light, stained with a layer of dazzling golden light, like two pairs of dazzling golden gloves, tightly fitting in his palms.

"Dragon Catcher..."

He silently recited the name of this fighting skill in his mind, and every word contained a strength and determination that should not be underestimated.

As his mind moved, two majestic golden dragons seemed to circle and roam above Lin Fan's hands, with dragon scales flashing and dragon roars faintly heard, adding a bit of mythical color to this ordinary battlefield.

Then, without dodging or evading, he raised his left and right hands like two dragons emerging from the sea, heading straight for the rapidly approaching sword tip.

"Dang Cang——"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening. The two forces collided violently in the air, stirring up circles of ripples visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, the golden palm seemed to turn into the hardest clamp in the world, firmly clamping the opponent's two swords with incredible angle and strength, making it unable to move. The sword light dimmed and lost its sharpness.

"drink--!"

The two inner disciples of Mingyue Sect, with tense cheeks and bulging muscles, tried with all their might to snatch back their swords from Lin Fan's tightly clenched hands, but they were like an ant trying to shake a tree, unable to move at all.

Ma Weihao's brows were twisted into a rope, and his eyes were getting colder and colder, like frost flowers condensed in winter, cold and biting.

"Bang bang!"

Lin Fan's feet were like lightning in the night sky, suddenly exploding. Each strike was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, outlining silver afterimages in the air. In the blink of an eye, he kicked the two men a hundred meters away, leaving behind a cloud of dust and a mess.

"clang!"

Immediately afterwards, two crisp sounds of metal breaking echoed in the air, like discordant notes in a piece of music.

Everyone looked closely and saw that Lin Fan's fingertips lightly pinched the sword, which was originally extremely sharp, and it was now broken into two pieces. The cross-section was smooth, revealing his amazing internal strength and dexterity.