The martial saint Wenbin Wu Sheng rolled his eyes and looked at the twins.
"Even if you call him, he won't leave you. Believe it or not, try calling him." Wenbin Wu Sheng said.
"We won't make such a fool of ourselves," one of the twins said.
The elder twin was named Song Wen, and the younger was Song Wu, known as the Wenwu Wusheng. The elder, Wenbin Wu Sheng, whose full name was Zhao Xiyi, was considered a senior martial saint.
The remaining two were Xingwei Wu Sheng Diao Nan and Haozheng Wu Sheng Yin Bingzhen.
"Everyone, if we attack now, won't we be accused of ganging up on one person?" Haozheng Wu Sheng Yin Bingzhen said to the other four.
"Who cares? This kid is cunning," Song Wen said. "We should be careful."
"He's alone, and we have martial saints, Grand Martial Venerables, Martial Venerables, and high-level martial artists, over two hundred people. Are we still afraid of just him?" Xingwei Wu Sheng Diao Nan said.
"Stop dawdling. If you're going to attack, do it together. That way, he won't dare to play any tricks," Haozheng Wu Sheng Yin Bingzhen said indifferently. "After all, it's a wanted order from the martial world. Who cares if it's one-on-one or one-against-many."
"Makes sense," Wenbin Wu Sheng Zhao Xiyi said. "I'll take the first move. Old man Zhao Xiyi will go first."
With that, Zhao Xiyi leaped up, a whisk appearing in his hand. The whisk, seemingly soft, became instantly sharp and hard under Zhao Xiyi's control.
Immediately after, the remaining four martial saints leaped up, following Zhao Xiyi.
"Bang—"
Before they could even react to what was happening, the five of them were simultaneously repelled by a mysterious energy.
Behind them were Grand Martial Venerables, Martial Venerables, and high-level martial artists. This unexpected turn of events left the five of them stunned, feeling embarrassed in front of these lower-level cultivators.
Xingwei Wu Sheng Diao Nan reacted the fastest, speaking to the surroundings, "Which esteemed expert is making a move from the shadows? We request you to reveal yourself. Sneaking around is not the act of a gentleman."
"There's no one else, just me," Ye Bufan said, looking up at Diao Nan.
"Nonsense! If it's just you, what was that mysterious energy just now?" Diao Nan looked at Ye Bufan, determined to regain his lost dignity.
Ye Bufan ignored him and was diligently picking up pebbles.
"Ye Bufan, this time next year will be your death anniversary. Delaying won't help; you can't escape death," Zhao Xiyi said, watching Ye Bufan preoccupied with picking up stones and sneering. "Are these stones perhaps to prepare for your own burial?"
As soon as Zhao Xiyi finished speaking, Ye Bufan looked up at the five martial saints and said, "Noisy. With the time you're wasting talking, you could be thinking about how to break my formation. If you can't even break my formation, isn't it even more of a waste of time to be yapping outside? Especially a waste of my time."
"Arrogant!" Song Wu frowned and said to the remaining four, "Since Ye Bufan is so boastful, I'd like to see what this so-called formation of yours is all about."
With that, Song Wen and Song Wu exchanged glances and leaped up from the ground.
"Great Veda Palm!"
Song Wen and Song Wu roared simultaneously, a giant palm appearing behind them.
Their palms faced each other, and they charged towards Ye Bufan. In no time, the two spun together, descending like a meteor from the sky.
"Bang—"
With a loud crash, Song Wen and Song Wu were blocked by Ye Bufan's formation. The formation set up by Ye Bufan remained undisturbed, showing no signs of being affected.
"Empty words," Ye Bufan casually remarked.
The faces of the Song Wen and Song Wu brothers instantly turned red. The Great Veda Palm was their combined martial skill, and to think they couldn't even get close to Ye Bufan.
"I'm going to kill him," Song Wu gritted his teeth and whispered to Song Wen.
Seeing that his brother's emotions were being swayed by Ye Bufan, Song Wen quickly patted Song Wu's shoulder.
"Everyone, Ye Bufan's formation is truly peculiar. I propose that all the cultivators present unleash our strongest attacks on the farmhouse where Ye Bufan is located. Once the formation is broken, we can also harm Ye Bufan. What do you all think?" Song Wen stepped forward and spoke to the remaining three martial saints.
Zhao Xiyi, Diao Nan, and Yin Bingzhen had all witnessed the embarrassing situation of Song Wen and Song Wu. Naturally, they readily agreed. If they couldn't break it with individual attacks now, they would be utterly humiliated if they failed and word got out later.
Under Song Wen's organization, two hundred cultivators simultaneously launched their attacks on Ye Bufan's farmhouse.
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
"Pop—" A soft sound was heard.
Ye Bufan's formation was broken by the combined attacks of all the cultivators present.
"That's about enough. Let's clear out a wave first." Ye Bufan formed seals with his hands, and his true qi, centered on himself, swept up the pebbles he had picked up.
"Attack!"
Zhao Xiyi saw that Ye Bufan was about to counterattack and initiate a wave of attacks. Ye Bufan leaped up, bringing those pebbles with him.
"Fall!"
Ye Bufan's voice was calm but carried an indescribable majesty. The pebbles shot towards the high-level martial artists and Martial Venerables, causing many of them to fall from the relentless barrage.
High-level martial artists fell in droves. After falling, their bodies erupted in purple flames, burning fiercely before vanishing from existence.
Some Martial Venerables reacted quickly, but the speed of the pebbles was too great. Parts of their bodies were struck, and a violent energy raged within them.
"Ye Bufan, you dare!"
Diao Nan exclaimed as Ye Bufan had almost killed all the high-level martial artists present under the watch of five martial saints.
"Kill him." Zhao Xiyi was the first to attack.
The attacks of Song Wen and Song Wu followed in quick succession. Diao Nan swung his long saber, while Yin Bingzhen unsheathed his long spear.
"Lightning!"
Ye Bufan beckoned towards the sky with his hand, and a bolt of heavenly lightning descended.
"Sword!"
The remnant sword was drawn from its sheath.
"Such powerful energy," Zhao Xiyi thought in shock. He knew Ye Bufan was strong, but he hadn't expected him to be this strong.
"Hurry and attack!"
The attacks of the five converged before Ye Bufan. Ye Bufan sneered and said, "Perfect. I'll use you to test my recent cultivation results."
With that, Ye Bufan added another sentence to the five: "Goodbye."
"Rumble—"
On this day, outside Luzhou City, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed, and thunderous roars occasionally echoed from outside the city into its depths.
"The battle has begun!"
The male internet celebrity Tu Yuan, live-streaming, rushed to the farmhouse...