Hong Kong variety show: Young Master Kun, the ultimate behind-the-scenes boss!

Within the entire Jiangnan sect, thousands of disciples, witnessing this crack, began to gather all their strength to fight alongside nearly a hundred top experts outside the sect.

How can we possibly withstand this?

The old man before him shattered in an instant, and he went straight up and slammed his palm into the huge crack.

The wind quickly turned around, and this powerful divine sense began to scatter directly among the hundreds of top figures in front of it, a powerful force blasting them all away.

The Jiangnan Crane at the very top staggered and crashed into the forest. A giant tree caught it and brought it down. Blood spilled from the corner of its mouth. Behind it, figures from various sects, including Wudang and Shaolin, were all injured.

This arrogant old man, over 600 years old, with just one palm strike, sent everyone in front of him flying behind him.

This is indeed somewhat frightening.

"All members of the Jiangnan faction, obey my command and submit to the Ancestral Temple. Act immediately..."

Upon hearing this, the man dared not resist. The scene just now had caused countless deaths and injuries among his disciples, exhausting their life's energy to maintain the great formation of the entire Jiangnan sect.

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly dispersed to the Ancestral Temple, and the entire grand formation of the Jiangnan faction, which was surrounded by the ancient barrier, began to gradually fade away.

The group of people from Jiangnan Crane, who were rushed over, were quite taken aback.

"This person, this person seems far too powerful, this is simply catching us off guard..."

Caught off guard, I don't know yet, but I do know that the old man is really amazing.

But then, something unexpected happened. With a wave of his hand, the old man caused the great formation of the Jiangnan sect to quickly dissipate. In the vast Jiangnan sect, only the old man remained, and all the great formations converged near the Ancestral Temple.

"The founder of the Jiangnan School truly lives up to his reputation; one palm strike can defeat a thousand enemies..."

Jiang Nanhe coughed incessantly, but he still held a slight degree of respect for the old man.

"Wait, why did he remove the Jiangnan Grand Formation? What does that mean? Does he intend to fight us to the death?"

When Zhu Yeqing, Tu Xingsun, and their group saw the old man's actions...

He was stunned, not knowing what the old man was going to do. The old man took a step forward and stood tall between heaven and earth. Only then did he see the old man's true face.

He was a short old man, not even 1 meters tall, just over 8 meters, with a hunched back and a bamboo stick in his hand.

His hair was slightly long, tied up with a golden crown, and he was dressed neatly, looking like someone's old grandfather.

The moment they saw him, everyone had a completely different understanding of what the founder of the Jiangnan School of Taoism looked like.

They thought this person was a fierce and evil spirit, or even a powerful leader who stood tall between heaven and earth.

I never expected it to be such an old man.

The grandmaster of the Yin-Yang sect sighed repeatedly after seeing this.

"We're all getting old..."

The chubby senior brother from the Emei Sect burst into laughter upon seeing this.

"This old man, he used to be so full of vigor, how did he become like this? Time waits for no one..."

The Shaolin Temple sweeping monk, who had been lying in the coffin, began to climb out of it. After looking at the old man's appearance, the monk shook his head and sighed.

"No one escapes the wrath of Heaven. So what if he's over 600 years old? In the end, he still has to come to this..."

The old man's every step exuded an aura of power and majesty, like a tiger.

After all, he was the only person in the world to live to be over 600 years old, and his temperament was exceptional, even extraordinary.

As the old man walked up to them, he waved to the crowd.

"You've all come from afar to be guests of my Jiangnan sect. This old man has nothing to offer you, so please be patient. I'll grant any requests you may have... However, I will not agree to give you the living dead. As you say, the living dead are in my room..."

"If any of you have the ability, come here. I'll be right here. If you can't get past me in a moment, the Jiangnan sect behind you will be dead or alive."

"The people are all yours..."

As soon as the old man sat down, a chair quickly appeared behind him. However, this chair was not the grand master's chair from before. The surrounding flowers and fallen leaves, withered trees and wood, began to gather into a powerful divine consciousness.

A chair was left there.

The old man sat back and hovered in mid-air. His powerful divine sense was unmatched by anyone else.

"You old codger, stop playing tricks here. The immortals of the Jiangnan School are a boon to the whole world. Why are you being so selfish? If that's how it is, then let me show you the power of my iron hammer..."

He fell to the ground and saw a fat man holding an iron hammer behind him, rushing forward rapidly, the ground shaking with every step he took.

He moved with lightning speed, his twin hammers swirling in the air before crashing down fiercely towards the Jiangnan sect's grandmaster.

Liu Santong, standing before him, frowned upon seeing this, but then something unexpected happened.

Before the hammer even touched his grandmaster, and he had only taken less than a hundred steps forward, a powerful divine sense arrived directly. He saw numerous fallen leaves in front of him, which pierced his body and fell to the side, holding him in place.

"What, what's going on? This is sorcery, sorcery?..."

The grandmaster of the Yin-Yang sect smirked upon seeing this situation.

"Though I am old, my spirit is still as strong as it was back then. I am as bold as a tiger, and I am sure I will have a good drink to share today."

Despite saying that, the old woman from Emei behind her closed her eyes.

"He withdrew from the major town in Jiangnan, gathered all his disciples at the Ancestral Temple, and fought alone. With that kind of spirit, I think he has surpassed many people. The old man still has that strength, and he still has that outline..."

The people from another Shaolin Temple nodded in agreement, but a little girl, the same girl who had been staring intently at Chen Ziwen earlier, took her seat in the middle.

In a flash, he found himself lying on a recliner.

"A bunch of stubborn fools... What good is it for you to be alive? Will you be able to ascend the throne or have imperial power? What's in his hands is the great secret of the entire Jiangnan sect, and even the whereabouts of the immortals. If you want to oppose them, why pretend to be good people here? Don't try to have your cake and eat it too..."

The moment this young woman arrived, the group of amazing figures below, some four or five hundred years old, were astonished.

At this moment, he dared not utter a word, his staggering figure resembling a silent crow.

I sat down next to him...