It was Feng Zixiu!
This man, having gone mad during his martial arts training, slaughtered his wife and children. Since then, he had become deranged, living only for martial arts, earning him the nickname "Martial Maniac."
Despite his madness and mental instability, his martial arts prowess was undeniably formidable!
Before his descent into madness, he was merely an ordinary martial artist of the third stage. However, after going mad, he ascended to become a grand master of the seventh stage!
Therefore, there were rumors in the martial world that he "achieved enlightenment through killing his wife," intentionally murdering his family to reach a state of absolute detachment.
But the truth of the matter remained unknown.
At one point, the Shennong Sect, through a fortunate coincidence, recruited Feng Zixiu as a martial arts guest elder.
These guest elders could reside in the Shennong Sect, enjoy the various spiritual medicines provided, and leave at any time, only needing to assist the sect when it faced difficulties.
Several elders had once summoned all disciples and martial arts guest elders, primarily for the sake of having more people, not truly relying on these guest elders.
After all, truly powerful guest elders were elusive and rarely stayed long-term in the Shennong Sect.
Yet, unexpectedly, Feng Zixiu happened to be at the Shennong Sect!
It was just that Feng Zixiu had arrived that morning, and his disciples hadn't had time to report his presence.
The reason Feng Zixiu's arrival filled Cang Juezi and the elders with immense joy was singular.
That was – after descending into madness, Feng Zixiu, from an unknown source, had comprehended a boxing technique that specifically countered Xuanmen arts!
This boxing technique was like the scorching sun in midsummer, immensely powerful, immensely resolute, and ferociously blazing. For Xuanmen cultivators who primarily practiced Yin soul cultivation, it was almost a natural nemesis!
Even Cang Juezi was reluctant to face Feng Zixiu.
Even if he meticulously set up a Feng Shui killing formation beforehand and prepared all sorts of talismans and magical artifacts, the final outcome might not be the defeat of Feng Zixiu. Instead, he might be sent to hell by the madman's fighting style.
The stubborn fear the reckless, and the reckless fear the desperate.
And Feng Zixiu was precisely that desperate one!
No matter how formidable Ying Chen was, facing the desperate Feng Zixiu would lead to his downfall and bitter regret!
"Brother Feng!"
Cang Juezi said with tears in his eyes, cupping his fists.
He wished he could kowtow to Feng Zixiu!
At this moment, Feng Zixiu seemed to him like the righteous and helpful Little Song Jiang, a living Bodhisattva of salvation!
"Sect Master Cang, there's no need for such formalities. I was just itching for a fight, and I didn't expect someone to walk right into my grasp!"
"Sect Master Cang and esteemed elders, please wait a moment. After I dispatch this person, I will bring his head to you!"
Feng Zixiu declared with an air of arrogance.
On the surface, he appeared to be a normal person.
But upon closer inspection, one could detect a hint of unbridled madness hidden in the depths of his eyes!
It seemed as though he could turn on anyone, and strike down anyone!
"Thank you, Brother Feng! Then I shall prepare a banquet to celebrate your victory!" Cang Juezi replied.
"A banquet is not necessary. Two Nine Revolutions Returning Yang Pills will suffice." Feng Zixiu waved his hand.
Cang Juezi paused, a flicker of heartache crossing his face.
The Nine Revolutions Returning Yang Pill was a potent healing medicine of the Shennong Sect. Due to the unavailability of a crucial ingredient, it hadn't been successfully refined for the past century, rendering it virtually extinct.
The entire Shennong Sect had fewer than ten pills left, and Feng Zixiu was asking for two. How could Cang Juezi not feel pained?
However, at this critical juncture, if he refused Feng Zixiu, he feared he might not even be able to protect a single one.
Thus, Cang Juezi gritted his teeth and nodded, "As long as Brother Feng eliminates this scoundrel, the two Nine Revolutions Returning Yang Pills will be delivered immediately, without delay!"
"Excellent." Feng Zixiu nodded with satisfaction.
And from beginning to end, he hadn't even cast a proper glance at Ying Chen.
It was as if he was certain of Ying Chen's demise and that Ying Chen was merely a tool for him to obtain the Nine Revolutions Returning Yang Pills!
"It's him! Mad Xiu!"
Beside Ying Chen, Min Ziqing heard Feng Zixiu's name and turned pale with shock.
He had also heard of Feng Zixiu's reputation!
"This guy is extremely wicked, brutally cruel, and has killed countless people. And among those who died by his hand, the most were Xuanmen cultivators! It's said his boxing technique is fiercely Yang, the perfect counter to Xuanmen cultivators."
"Why is he here? It's over, we've really kicked an iron plate this time."
Min Ziqing was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
He had, through this series of events, formed a preconceived notion that Ying Chen was a master of sorcery.
And for a master of sorcery to encounter Feng Zixiu, wasn't it like a mouse meeting a cat, doomed to certain death?
"Oh."
Unexpectedly, after hearing Min Ziqing's explanation, Ying Chen merely nodded with a blank expression.
He showed no further reaction.
This made Min Ziqing even more anxious.
He suddenly declared, "Forget it, the origin of this matter is ultimately our Min family. There is absolutely no reason for you to bear the consequences."
"I have misunderstood you greatly before, calling you a charlatan and a heartbreaker. I hope you don't take it to heart."
"I will hold off Feng Zixiu, and you take this professor and leave!"
"As for Nannan, if you can save her, do so. If not..."
A hint of grief flickered in Min Ziqing's eyes.
"Then have another child with my sister!"
Having said that, Min Ziqing stepped forward, assuming a fighting stance.
He truly intended to face Feng Zixiu with his meager skills!
"..." Hearing Min Ziqing's words, Ying Chen's face darkened.
What did he mean by "have another child with my sister"?
Nothing had happened between him and his sister!
Besides, you are a novice without any cultivation, where do you get the confidence to face a top-tier master of the seventh martial arts stage?
You probably won't even be able to delay him for a moment before being easily crushed like an ant, right?
"He's just an opponent who can be defeated in one move. No need to panic."
"You, step back."
Ying Chen said calmly.
Min Ziqing was speechless.
He really wanted to say: At a time like this, are you still pretending, brother?
Are you really planning to live your life by the motto "pretending to the death"?
"Kid, are you going to willingly offer your head, or will I have to trouble myself to twist it off your neck?"
Feng Zixiu strode forward, a sinister grin plastered on his face.
Simultaneously, his blood and energy surged, and a powerful, Yang-dominant boxing intent rapidly enveloped Ying Chen!
Once hit by this boxing intent, Xuanmen cultivators would be unable to use their sorcery!
"Huh? Not talking? It seems you're going to make me work for it."
"Oh well, who am I to complain? It's my job to take care of my son."
Feng Zixiu continued.
The next second, he suddenly transformed into a blur that tore through the void, charging towards Ying Chen with boundless blood energy and killing intent!
Waves of air exploded behind him, like divine thunder resounding through the world!
"Die!"
Feng Zixiu threw a punch like thunder, his face still carrying a trace of manic laughter.
Before his fist even landed on Ying Chen, he seemed to already envision Ying Chen's death.
And Ying Chen stood motionless, making no attempt to dodge, nor did he employ any sorcery.
It seemed he was truly suppressed by Feng Zixiu's boxing intent, rendering all his sorcery unusable!
"Good! Let's see if you die now!"
Cang Juezi exclaimed with great excitement.
"It's over, there's no chance to escape now," Min Ziqing sighed in despair.
Just as Ying Chen was about to be smashed into a pulp by Feng Zixiu's punch!