"You..."
Jinshan screamed, slapped to the ground by Daoist Master Wushan, his face contorted in pain.
"Who exactly are you?"
Daoist Master Wushan said coldly, "Say one more word of nonsense, and I'll kill you!"
His icy gaze sent a tremor through Jinshan's heart.
His body trembled.
"You..."
The words reached his lips, only to stop there.
He remained lying on the ground, not daring to move an inch.
"Immediately, you dogs of the Yang family, get out here!"
Jinshan said stiffly, "I... I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Don't know?" Daoist Master Wushan snorted, "If you don't know, I'll make you know!"
He stomped down hard, breaking Jinshan's leg bone.
A crack, accompanied by a scream.
"Ah!"
"I'll talk!"
"I'll notify Elder Yang immediately!"
Daoist Wushan said, "Then stop wasting time!"
"Yes... yes, yes..."
Then, Jinshan took out his phone, dialed Yang Si Tian's number, and stammered, "Yang... Elder Yang, something's happened, someone's come looking for us..."
Before he could finish, Daoist Wushan snatched Jinshan's phone and shouted:
"Old man, get out here and die!"
*Slap!*
He crushed the phone with a palm.
Seeing this, Jinshan was greatly intimidated and chose to yield.
His rise to his current social status was certainly not due to brute force.
After a while, the Yang family members emerged from the villa, nearly thirty people in total, their demeanor aggressive and tinged with anger.
Yang Si Tian led them, having come out personally to see who the intruder was.
Upon seeing Daoist Master Wushan before him, his expression froze; he was completely unfamiliar.
Yang Si Tian's face darkened, "Who are you?"
"Does my Yang family have any grievance with you?"
Daoist Master Wushan's gaze was distant, "Hong Ying had someone injure my disciple. Do you think we have a grievance?"
This sentence choked Yang Si Tian, who said stiffly, "Wh-what are you talking about?"
"How is that possible?"
"Why is it impossible?"
Daoist Master Wushan acted decisively, without any hesitation.
He lunged directly at Yang Si Tian.
Just as his palm was about to land on Yang Si Tian, at the critical moment, the Second Master of the Yang family leaped out.
He took the blow from Daoist Master Wushan.
At the same time, the Second Master Yang stumbled back two steps, a sharp pain spreading through his arm.
He was shocked...
He hadn't expected Daoist Master Wushan to be so powerful. His gaze deepened, and he dared not be careless.
Daoist Master Wushan's expression was playful, and he snorted, "Interesting. You actually managed to block my palm strike!"
"Let alone block your palm strike, I could easily destroy you..." The Second Master Yang retorted, his aura growing.
"Haha, truly not knowing your place!"
Daoist Master Wushan said coldly, twisting his neck, his body surging forward like an arrow.
An invisible surge of internal energy erupted, and in an instant, Yang Second Master was sent flying.
Yang Second Master tried to block, but the immense power left him with no room to resist.
Before he could react, he crashed heavily onto the ground, completely disoriented.
He was shocked by this...
"You... you are also a martial arts master?"
Daoist Master Wushan met his gaze with a cold stare and said sternly, "What do you think?"
The next moment, he was in front of him again, releasing his internal energy and slicing a palm towards his chest.
The Second Master Yang knew the terrifying nature of this move and used all his strength to dodge...
*Boom!*
The palm strike landed on the ground, leaving a finger-width groove in the concrete.
The sheer force made Yang Second Master tremble with fear...