After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

Chen Futu's words made Liu Yu blush. Although she had only been a member of Danshan for a short time, she was well-liked by her fellow disciples. During this period, she had been flattered and praised, which at least made up for the psychological gap of not being able to join the Caotang. However, this man surnamed Qin insulted her by saying that she was not qualified enough.

"Tch, the thatched cottage doesn't accept just anyone. I advise you, junior sister, to know your place."

Chen Futu knew how to pierce people's lungs.

Liu Yu's background is actually quite extraordinary. When she joined the sect, she was just an ordinary person, but in just over two months she reached the Martial Emperor level. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a born saint.

No one knew that Liu Yu was actually an ancient saint who had been reborn through a special secret method. As for the title of a born saint, she spread it herself. She wanted to join the Grass Hall because when she was an ancient saint, she had seen the master of the Grass Hall from afar. It was that one glance that made her determined to join the Grass Hall. Even if she had to disperse her cultivation and start over, as long as she was taken in by Fu Shuang, she would definitely be able to break through the shackles of the saintly path and enter the Great Emperor realm!

Unfortunately, everything Liu Yu hoped for was ruined by Chen Futu. If Chen Futu had seen her faint and left her on the mountain, she might have been taken under Fu Shuang's wing over time. How could she not be angry now?

"Qin Tu, is it so hard to just apologize to your junior sister? You call yourself a man?"

"That's right. With your ferocity, when will you ever be able to step into the Saint Realm?"

The disciples continued chattering, refusing to let up. Chen Futu frowned and said, "If you want to fight, go to the martial arts arena. Look how spoiled you all have become."

"Hey! Qin Tu, you're too presumptuous! With so many senior brothers in front of you, do you really think your half-saint cultivation is anything special!"

The noise was constant.

Chen Futu didn't bother with any more words and headed straight for the training ground.

As soon as he stepped onto the arena, he attracted a large number of disciples to watch. After all, Chen Futu was nominally the first disciple of the Grass Hall and also the senior brother. His strength could satisfy everyone's imagination of the Grass Hall.

"Hey simps, who wants to go first?"

Chen Futu crossed his arms and smiled as he surveyed the entire room.

These words provoked the anger of the crowd. A senior brother, carrying a sword, stepped forward. He was a Saint-level cultivator. "Qin Tu, don't be so smug. Don't think you can be arrogant and domineering just because you have half-Saint cultivation. You are still far from being qualified within the sect!"

"Heh, you all gather together to denounce me, aren't you even more arrogant?"

"You're sharp-tongued; today, your senior brother will set some rules for you on behalf of your master."

When his senior brother charged with his sword, Chen Futu didn't even bother to dodge. He didn't even release any of his cultivation power, and he steadily caught the sword with just his hands.

"Hiss! He caught a blade bare-handed! He's a body cultivator!"

"Could it be that he has achieved physical sainthood, with his physical body surpassing his cultivation level?!"

"Good heavens, I misjudged him."

The disciples exclaimed in surprise, and gradually some of the female disciples looked at Chen Futu, their watery eyes sparkling.

"All that bluster and swagger, and this is all?"

With a casual wave of his hand, Chen Futu sent the senior brother flying off the training platform with tremendous force. His sword was also broken in two, the broken blade piercing the ground near his face, startling him so much that his hair stood on end.

"next."

Chen Futu stood firmly on the training platform, his expression calm and composed.

"Damn it, so what if you've achieved physical sainthood? Do you think we're afraid of you!"

"That's right, we must get justice for Junior Sister Yu'er today!"

Next, a number of senior disciples at the Saint level took to the field. They had all reached their cultivation level by consuming elixirs. Some of them might have had powerful backgrounds, but Chen Futu showed them no respect whatsoever. Regardless of what forces they were backed by, he kicked them all away.

In a short time, a whole bunch of Saint-level senior brothers lay on the ground below the stage.

Chen Futu's formidable combat prowess shattered the disciples' understanding of what was going on. So this was the senior disciple of the thatched cottage! He was incredibly strong, beating up saints like dogs, one punch for one, three kicks for one.

Chen Futu said with a smile, "You simps, I'm in a hurry, so come at me all at once."

His words were so arrogant and domineering that the disciples were furious. The bastard on the stage was practically pointing his finger at them and saying they were weak.

"That's right, I'm not targeting anyone in particular, I'm saying everyone here is trash."

Chen Futu didn't care about the impact at all. Even if the masters of the various peaks came, he would still beat them up.

"furious!"

A young man in black entered the arena with an air of a holy king.

Chen Futu jokingly said, "Saint King level? You're not a disciple of this generation, are you?"

"I was once a core disciple, and now I have been promoted to elder. Qin Tu, do you dare to fight me!"

"Why wouldn't I dare? Come on."

Chen Futu beckoned with his finger as if calling a cat or dog. The senior brother's face darkened, and he unleashed a sacred weapon—a cauldron that emitted a holy glow.

"Yay, it's Senior Brother Zhang!"

"That holy weapon is a high-level holy weapon. With the combat power of a holy king, he can fight a great saint. So what if Qin Tu has become a saint with his physical body? He can't withstand the suppression of a high-level pill cauldron!"

The disciples seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

As a result, Chen Futu punched the cauldron with a loud crack, and the magnificent cauldron fell to the ground like a pile of broken copper and scrap iron.

The training ground was quiet. The disciples stared at the high-level sacred cauldrons scattered on the ground, their mouths crooked and eyes glazed over, as if in a dream.

Who among those who achieved physical sainthood could destroy a high-level sacred weapon with a single punch? Even a Great Saint or an Ancient Saint couldn't do that!

"This cauldron isn't very good. The quality is too poor. I wonder who made it and whether they took a kickback. I suggest this senior brother ask the weapon refiner, otherwise you'll suffer a great loss."

Chen Futu was a master at infuriating people. His words nearly made the senior brother vomit blood. Looking sadly at the mess on the ground, he roared and charged forward with his fist raised, "Pay me back my medicine cauldron!"

"Tch, too weak."

With a fierce kick from Chen Futu, the senior brother was sent flying into a streak of light and disappeared.

Gulu!

The disciples present swallowed hard, each one looking dazed.

A holy king, kicked away like that, isn't that going too far?

Even if they took pills to improve their cultivation level, their foundation was not solid enough, but it shouldn't have resulted in such a large gap!

"Who else?"

Chen Futu asked arrogantly.

The scene fell silent; no disciple dared to step forward.

None of the current disciples are a match for Chen Futu. Even the elders at the Saint King level cannot defeat this senior disciple of the thatched cottage. Are we to ask the Great Saint to intervene? That would be a bit too much of a bullying.

"Hey, that's enough!"

"That's right, you can't bully people like this. It's clearly the head of the court who refuses to accept Liu Yu, what does it have to do with Senior Brother Qin?"

Gradually, the female disciples present began to speak up, siding with Chen Futu.

This senior brother from the thatched cottage was handsome, strong, and could refine sacred pills, so they had designs on him.

As the female disciples rallied to support Chen Futu, the scene descended into chaos.

The male disciples who defended Liu Yu were scolded until their faces turned red and their necks bulged, while the female disciples, who were in the right, were unforgiving, and some even bared their teeth and claws, ready to fight.

Just as the two sides were about to escalate into a melee, a peak master finally arrived.