"I don't deny that the Four Fiends Cult was infamous decades ago, but we haven't done anything big recently, so don't pin the blame on us."
The clay figure was quite friendly as he spoke with them, because he didn't believe any newcomer could escape from his Fusion Realm unless they used some kind of cheat.
He Piaojian nodded in agreement, then calmly took out his phone. There was an eerie harmony in the atmosphere.
He doesn't do any real work and still relies entirely on Fan Daoyi. He manipulates the flow of the Origin Source and discovers that all the mountains are formed from clay figures, and the ground beneath his feet is his life form.
Then, through traction and convergence, we can find its weakness in the mud.
The most dangerous place is the safest place; the mud man's weakness lies in the patch of ground filled with people that he can see.
Looking back at He Piaojian, He Piaojian also scrolled through his phone to find the important information.
Then, a familiar voice came from the phone.
My name Taotie.
"Huh?" The clay figure was completely dumbfounded. "You just casually recorded an audio clip and used that to conclude that we are the Four Fiends Cult? Slander! Pure slander!"
I really didn't change this audio.
This is simply He Piaojian has a habit of recording conversations at any time; as the saying goes, one should always be wary of others.
"Bullshit! He's Taotie! Who am I? A greedy glutton?!"
He Piaojian's grin vanished, replaced by a serious expression. "Are you Taotie?"
"What else!"
Seeing the clay figure's eager admission, he questioned again, "Are you really Taotie?"
Clearly, He Piaojian couldn't connect the clay figure in front of him with the pretentious masked man he had encountered before.
He thought dismissively, "If this guy is Taotie, then it's more accurate to say Fan Daoyi!"
Perhaps this is the closest He Piaojian has ever come to the truth.
"Yes, that's right!" the clay figure replied loudly.
He Piaojian casually grabbed the tip of Fan Daoyi's bamboo cane, Fan Daoyi understood what he was going to do.
What, have you become addicted to taking the sword from his staff?
Silently giving the bamboo staff a command, a sword materialized within the staff and was smoothly drawn out by He Piaojian.
As the sword energy was unleashed, the earth cracked, and their restrictions were broken.
I'm not pretending anymore, I'm laying my cards on the table. The power seal is off, I'm also at the Fusion Realm.
"You son of a bitch, are you even human?"
The clay figure sensed He Piaojian's sudden surge in aura, and before it could even react, its body was cleaved in two, along with the mountain peaks that were vertically sliced off.
The clay figure reassembled, emerging from another patch of mud, and said mockingly, "You brute who only knows brute force, you can't kill me."
Therefore, Fan Daoyi then pointed out a promising path.
"Below, in the middle, on the ground, is his true form."
He Piaojian never doubted a single word Fan Daoyi; without his boss's command, he was essentially an external brain.
However, he acted too rashly, grabbing Fan Daoyi's weapon and leaping down, completely forgetting that Fan Daoyi was still standing above him.
Fan Daoyi sighed inwardly.
You've dug your own hole, so you have to keep playing along and use it as an opportunity to gain their trust.
As a high-ranking member of the Four Fiends Cult Sect, he reacted when He Piaojian took action. Instead of rushing to stop him, he directed his threatening stance at Fan Daoyi.
Fan Daoyi tried to conjure up a variety of expressions, but astonishment and fear were not in line with his character. In the end, his expression remained unchanged, and he looked down at the person below with disdain.
This left the clay figure himself uncertain, and countless thoughts raced through his mind.
That expression... Could he be hiding his strength too? Damn it, I overlooked something. How could someone who can see through my weakness at a glance be an ordinary person?
But it was too late to stop He Piaojian; the mud man could only block the way.
He shouted down at the crowd, "Aren't you going to care about your friends?"
Hearing the sound, He Piaojian turned around and saw Fan Daoyi blank expression.
Fan Daoyi noticed this expression and his face darkened: So, this guy forgot about the crucial information he made up about not being able to Teleportation.
He Piaojian was also puzzled Dao Yi why Dao Yi hadn't Teleportation away yet, before realizing that Dao Yi's abilities had been sealed!
A fleeting look of surprise crossed his face, but he quickly composed himself, knowing he couldn't reveal his true feelings at this moment.
He waved his hand and shouted back, "It's alright, you can't kill him with your abilities."
Fan Daoyi's lips twitched. He felt that He Piaojian was deliberately trying to provoke hatred because he was afraid that Fan Daoyi wouldn't die quickly enough.
"Okay." Mudman keenly caught He Piaojian's momentary surprise.
He knew he had made the right bet.
"Then you can aim your deadly attack at my weakness and see if I can kill your friend in that moment."
He Piaojian's smile vanished, his grip on the sword hilt tightened, and his expression above revealed anxious concern. He gritted his teeth at the clay figure. "Why aren't you playing by the rules?"
"Go ahead and do it, hahaha, what, weren't you rushing pretty fast just now?" the clay figure said smugly. "So what if I don't follow the script? You think I'd believe your clumsy acting!"
The next second, He Piaojian's figure vanished before his eyes.
"You want to save your friend? No way." This is the most likely conclusion the clay figure has drawn.
He altered the mountains, remained vigilant of his surroundings, and searched for clues.
"What a coincidence." A light, snobbish voice appeared in the clay figure's ear.
Dust rose from the ground, and flying, shattered rocks swirled in all directions.
Empty and silent.
The threat to his life triggered his instincts, and the mud man immediately manipulated the clods of earth to attack Fan Daoyi.
Yet, despite the distance being less than a meter, she could not touch him, not even the hem of his clothes.
"Hehe, I don't like to play by the rules either." He Piaojian, who also doesn't play by the rules, chose to attack the mud figure itself.
The clay figures on the mountain peaks softened and sank into the ground.
The Taotie, which had been attacked in the central area below, was forced to leave the land. Meanwhile, the cultists who were still immersed in the battle scene came to their senses and immediately began to offer sacrifices and chant incantations.
The quiet crowd suddenly raised their heads in unison, like Puppets being manipulated, their movements stiff, as they surrounded He Piaojian.
Their attack speed, lacking practical experience, was insignificant to He Piaojian; the problem was the interference from the Taotie Mudman.
The mud figures attached to the students, expanding their numbers. At first glance, it was impossible to distinguish between mud and people, leaving the students hesitant to attack with their swords, putting them in a brief moment of danger.
"I can see that although you are despicable, you have a kind heart and can't bring yourself to harm your own people." This time, Taotie laughed arrogantly. "But this very personality will drag you into the abyss."
"Hey, this isn't fair for a group, can't we just have one-on-one?"
"Are we that close? Why are you haggling here? We're the Four Fiends Cult! The Four Fiends Cult is an evil cult! Do you know that? Traitors to humanity, lackeys of the Guixu! We're not going to compete fairly with you here!" Taotie shouted excitedly.
This appearance made He Piaojian suspicious again. "Are you really Taotie?"
Taotie was utterly enraged and unleashed a torrent of profanities at He Piaojian, completely shattering the prestige that the Four Fiends Cult had established decades ago.
Fan Daoyi, who overheard their conversation, covered his face. Perhaps he had slept for too long. Were there no normal people left in any organization in this world?
His unruly subordinates are like that, and the [Eight Trigrams] organization is also unreliable. Now even the higher-ups of the Four Fiends Cult are cursing him.
Ugh, what a messed up world.