Chapter 417

A group of more than twenty people surrounded Zi Chen. Several of them attacked, and Zi Chen was beaten back repeatedly. He couldn't fight back at all.

Everyone laughed at him. How could he be considered an elite expert?

The devil ape had been snatched away and was held in the arms of the seductive female cultivator. It shook its head, as if it had never seen such a big scene before. The seductive female cultivator smiled and comforted the devil ape.

Just as everyone was about to go up and teach Zi Chen a lesson and knock out his teeth, a violent aura suddenly came from the horizon.

This aura made people tremble. It was filled with endless killing intent.

Everyone was startled and subconsciously turned their heads. Then, they saw a middle-aged Daoist in a Daoist robe coming from the horizon. The violent aura was actually coming from him.

"This old Daoist has been roaming the Chaos Lands for thousands of years. What I hate the most is to see others steal things. Why don't you all stop?"

The young man turned his head and said disdainfully, "Stinky Daoist, where did you come from? Thousands of years? What are you bragging about? Are you a bastard? How could you live that long?"

This was a middle-aged Daoist. He was slightly chubby, and the strength he displayed was only at the early stage of the Flying Race. No one believed him at all.

"You stinky Daoist, get out of here."

"How dare you meddle in our business? Are you courting death?"

The others also spoke, cold light flashing in their eyes. They weren't afraid of the middle-aged Daoist at all.

"Hmph, you all are really arrogant. How dare you steal things in broad daylight? It seems you don't put me, the Virtuous Loose Cultivator, in your eyes." The middle-aged Daoist approached in the air, his eyes cold.

"Get the hell out of here. What Virtuous Loose Cultivator? I've never heard of you. If you meddle in other people's business again, I'll rob you too."

"There's no sense of achievement in robbing a poor barbarian. Since you want to interfere, we might as well rob him together."

The other Flying Race cultivators spoke with sinister smiles on their faces.

There were more than twenty of them in the Flying Race, more than twenty times the number of Flying Race cultivators. Moreover, there were two leaders, so they naturally weren't afraid of the other party.

"Let's go and show him our power," the young man shouted.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

As soon as he finished speaking, several rays of light flashed and seven or eight people rushed toward the middle-aged Daoist. Their eyes were cold and they had smug smiles on their faces.

"This Taoist has lived in the Bedlam for thousands of years. Who doesn't know me, the Virtuous Loose Cultivator? You little brats dare to mess with me? I won't let you off today!" The middle-aged Taoist was furious. He turned around and charged forward.

There was no powerful aura circulating around his body, but his every movement had a natural and unrestrained rhythm, like flowing water. He lightly struck out with his palm, but it contained an inexplicable energy.

"Smelly cow nose, you're courting death," one of the Daoists shouted as he clenched his fist and punched out. His Origin Energy surged as he punched towards the Daoist priest.

"Bang."

A fist collided with a palm, resulting in a deafening explosion. Following that, the Yu Kong cultivator let out a blood-curdling scream as he was sent flying backwards.

His right arm was pulled back and his facial features were distorted from the pain. His entire arm was almost shattered by the Daoist's palm.

The middle-aged Daoist priest didn't have any injuries on his body. He didn't even stop moving as he charged towards the others.

After sending one of them flying, the other attacks arrived. The surging energy emitted a brilliant light and instantly engulfed the Daoist priest.

"Rumble."

A rumbling sound was heard as the energy exploded. A destructive aura rippled and rushed in all directions.

"Is he dead?"

"Being engulfed by such terrifying energy, he's dead for sure."

The destructive energy surged, causing the void to tremble and distort. No one continued to attack, waiting for the energy to dissipate.

"Swoosh."

But before the destructive energy dissipated, a figure rushed out. It was the middle-aged Daoist priest. His Daoist robe fluttered, and his eyes were even colder. The energy explosions didn't leave any wounds on his body. Even his Daoist robe wasn't damaged.

Everyone's expression changed. The middle-aged Daoist priest's strength was beyond everyone's expectations. The Daoist priest appeared in a flash and charged towards the others.

After that, he simply struck out with his palm. It was natural and unrestrained, with a certain rhythm.

"Bang."

One of the Yu Kong cultivators was swept by the palm wind. He grunted as blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His body flew backwards, and the energy shield around him shattered immediately.

"Puff."

The palm wind hit one of the Yu Kong cultivators' chest, and the latter coughed out blood like a kite with a broken string.

This was a shocking battle. The middle-aged Daoist priest was extremely powerful. It was as if he was invincible. His palm landed lightly, and if it hit one of the Yu Kong cultivators, that person would definitely vomit blood and fly backwards. Even if they were swept by the palm wind, blood would still flow from the corner of their mouth.

In just a few breaths' time, the first seven or eight Yu Kong cultivators were all defeated. They were all wailing in pain, suffering different degrees of injuries.

The others were already stunned.

What kind of combat power was this? One against eight, and he still won.

"How dare you steal in broad daylight. Today, I will definitely teach you all a lesson." The middle-aged Daoist priest snorted, and the aura around him became sharper.

"Damn Daoist priest, I don't believe that you can fight twenty alone."

The young man's expression became unnatural. The middle-aged Daoist priest's combat power surprised him, but it didn't scare him to retreat.

If he won against eight, then what about twenty?

"Kill."

As soon as he finished speaking, shouts shook the sky, and monstrous killing intent filled the air. A group of people rushed towards the Daoist priest and began to gang up on him.

At this moment, Zi Chen became the target of abandonment. He stood aside in the air, and no one cared about him. Only the woman holding the Demon Ape was not far away.

"Barbarian, what are you looking at? This monkey is already mine. If you dare to have any ideas about it, I will kill you." The seductive woman said and glared at Zi Chen fiercely.

Zi Chen was expressionless, as if he was frightened. He turned his head to look at the battlefield, but a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

In the distance, the situation of the gang had taken shape. Colorful light flowed, and spiritual weapons appeared one after another, displaying endless power. They were like streaks of lightning, and attacked the middle-aged Daoist priest.

There were more than twenty spiritual weapons, and they formed an inescapable net. Sword Qi swallowed, and cold light surged. Dense killing intent filled the sky.

At the same time, there was an overwhelming energy attack that filled the entire sky. Ripples of destructive aura fell from the sky, and slashed towards Zi Chen.

"Rumble."

The attacks of more than twenty experts caused the sky to tremble. The void was constantly distorting, and there were signs of it shattering.

"Hmph, let's see if you can still survive." The young man's eyes flashed with killing intent.

He thought that the twenty of them could destroy the enemy, so he was full of confidence. However, in the next moment, this confidence was shattered by the middle-aged Daoist priest.

Facing the siege of the crowd, the middle-aged Daoist priest went completely berserk. He displayed a kind of extreme speed, and his figure was like a ghost as he dodged one energy attack after another.

Then, he struck out with his palm.

The light palm carried a faint palm wind, but it contained an inconceivable amount of energy. When a spiritual weapon slashed over, it shattered with a cracking sound.

"Peng."

The spiritual weapon shattered, and cold light scattered in all directions. Everyone was shocked to see a spiritual weapon shattered in one strike.

However, this was only the beginning. The shattering of a spiritual weapon was not a coincidence.

"Peng." "Peng."

After that, the middle-aged Daoist priest continued to strike. As his palm and finger landed, cracks appeared on the spiritual weapons one after another, and they finally shattered.

This was an extremely frightening scene. There was actually someone in this world who could shatter a spiritual weapon with their physical body.

Following the continuous sounds of explosions, one spiritual weapon after another was shattered. Everyone was shocked. Then, the middle-aged Daoist priest charged at a cultivator and struck out with his palm.

"Pfft."

The cultivator coughed out large mouthfuls of blood, and several of his bones were broken. He felt as if he had been hit by a mountain, and he was directly sent flying.

"What a powerful physical body." The cultivator's expression changed, and his face was filled with shock. However, he only had time to say one sentence before his head tilted to the side, and he fainted.

In just a few breaths, there were nearly ten people who had been knocked unconscious. Such battle strength made everyone tremble.

Apart from shock, their eyes were also filled with disbelief. They were unable to imagine how a mere early stage Zephyr could have such powerful strength.

One strike was enough to knock out a cultivator of the same level.

Everyone felt their hair stand on end. At this moment, there were even people who wanted to flee. They were not a group to begin with, and they were all pulled over by the young man.

"I said that I would teach you all a lesson today."

The middle-aged Daoist priest's eyes were cold, and he displayed his extreme speed. In an instant, one of the people who wanted to flee was sent flying back.

Everyone was terrified, and no longer dared to flee.

"Slap."

At this moment, the clear sound of a slap rang out in the air.

Everyone looked over and saw that the young man from before had been slapped by the middle-aged Daoist priest, and was coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.

Even an existence like him was unable to react in front of the middle-aged Daoist priest.

"You dare to steal from me, the Virtuous Wanderer? How dare you!" The middle-aged Daoist priest was furious, and he slapped the young man again, causing him to see stars.

Everyone was dumbfounded. This Daoist priest was too terrifying. His battle strength was great, and even his temper seemed to be very strange. He was a dignified monk, yet he slapped someone. That was too barbaric.

However, no one dared to speak, and no one dared to question him. No matter where they were, strength was respected.

"Do you know who I am?" The young man coughed up blood, and his eyes were filled with resentment.

"Slap." "Slap."

The middle-aged Daoist priest slapped the young man again, and he said disdainfully, "I don't care where you came from. In front of me, the Virtuous Wanderer, be it a snake or a cat, be it a cat or a dog. You dare to show your background in front of me? You're courting death."

After saying that, the middle-aged Daoist priest slapped the young man away. Then, in a flash of light, he also knocked down a few others.

Everyone was dumbfounded. No matter how they looked at him, he didn't look like a Daoist priest, but more like a hooligan. Everyone's hearts trembled. Was this really a Daoist priest? And a Virtuous Daoist priest? What was he doing?

Was this really a Daoist priest?

"I hate seeing people steal from others the most. If I see it again in the future, I'll beat you up every time I see you," the middle-aged Daoist priest said coldly as he swept his gaze over the group of people.

"Yes, yes, we won't dare again."

"We won't dare again, we won't dare again."

At that moment, everyone was frightened. Even the female cultivator holding the demonic ape fell to the ground, her face pale.

"You've completely infuriated me. If you want me to let you go, then take out everything you have to calm me down. Otherwise, I'll kill you without mercy," the middle-aged Daoist priest shouted again.