Fists Are Truth, Golden Brick True Person

On the altar of Mount Shouyang, the Manshan Clan stood proudly alone. After listening to Taiyi Zhenren's declaration of war, they waved their hands dismissively and said:

"Don't give me that nonsense. Might makes right. Whoever has the bigger fist is right. If you can beat me to death today, Laozi 'll agree with you!"

"How dare you!" Taiyi Zhenren shouted, arriving above Mount Shouyang and coldly looking down, but he did not come down.

"Taiyi dummy, why are you looking at me like that? Afraid to come down? Are you afraid of this altar?"

"Look, Laozi 'm standing right here, if you're really scared, you'd better get back and get someone else."

Manshan Clan laughed heartily. Even a roughneck like him had a perceptive side; he had noticed Taiyi Zhenren's concerns.

"Nonsense! How could I be afraid of such things? Make your move and let me witness the power of a great Human Race."

"I've been waiting for this for so long, don't let me down!"

Taiyi Zhenren stood with his hands behind his back, talking incessantly, but he did not descend to the altar. This thing possessed a strange magic that made him feel uneasy.

"Take this Laozi!"

Without wasting words, Manshan Clan unleashed a punch that shook the heavens and earth. The massive fist imprint resembled a great sun, shattering billions of miles of void.

Its imposing scale is astonishing.

Taiyi Zhenren's expression changed, and he unleashed a palm strike that transformed into a canopy of sky, pressing down upon the enemy.

A head-on collision is the only way to be tough.

"Boom..."

The vast sky turned into clouds and smoke, and everything became a void and illusion.

Taiyi Zhenren coughed up blood and flew backward, stopping in shock and anger on the distant horizon, feeling as if his soul was being turned upside down.

Incredible!

In a head-on confrontation, he was no match for him, which meant that he was at a disadvantage in terms of magical power.

The world was in uproar. Everyone saw the miserable state of Taiyi Zhenren. In just one exchange, he had already been at a disadvantage.

His Daoist robe was tattered, and his elegance was gone.

"What kind of damn Chan Sect Disciple they? How can they possibly satisfy me with such low skill levels?"

"Taiyi dummy, it seems your reasoning isn't as strong as Laozi!" Man Shan laughed heartily, patting his burly back and waist with a smug look on his face.

"Hmph! What good is brute force? Fighting is all about skill!" Taiyi Zhenren snorted coldly, still stubborn. He adjusted his mindset and comforted himself.

I wasn't prepared; I was really careless.

This time, he will surely use his superior skills to subdue his opponent.

As soon as he finished speaking, Taiyi Zhenren stepped on Yin and Yang, his figure as elusive as a ghost, his Daoist robes billowing, his demeanor elegant. His speed transcended time, changing the very fabric of the world.

In an instant, he attacked the Manshan Clan, using extremely profound Daoist techniques taught by the Yuanshi Tianzun.

A brute like the Manshan Clan would never understand.

A rainbow of light emanated from his fingertips, brimming with terrifying power, capable of easily piercing through immortal gold and extinguishing one's soul, as it aimed at the center of the Manshan Clan's brow.

Success was within reach, and a smile crept onto Taiyi Zhenren's lips.

Just as he expected, his opponent couldn't keep up as long as he focused even a little.

At this critical moment, a large hand suddenly grabbed and grasped Taiyi Zhenren's fingers.

"Huh? You're asking for it!"

Taiyi Zhenren's expression changed drastically, and he prepared to unleash his magic power to destroy the giant hand.

But Manshan Clan was faster; with a sudden clench of his large hand, he broke Taiyi Zhenren's fingers.

"Ah! Let go of me!" Taiyi Zhenren's face changed drastically, contorting as he used all his magical power to break free.

Manshan Clan exerted force again, his entire hand like an Innate Spiritual Treasure, indestructible, instantly crushing Taiyi Zhenren's palm into minced meat and mud.

It hurts! It hurts so much!

Taiyi Zhenren abandoned his severed hand, broke free, and stared at his opponent with murderous intent. He was almost going crazy. He had not expected that this brute's physical body was so terrifying, like a human-shaped divine weapon.

What did they eat to grow up?

Shouldn't such a Daluo Golden Immortal be quite weak?

Why is it so resilient?

"Haha, speed alone isn't enough, Laozi also need strength. I'm incredibly strong, I'll take two of your fingers first, and next time it'll be your head."

Manshan Clan laughed loudly, wearing only an animal skin skirt. His strong muscles were perfectly formed as if cast in gold, exuding unparalleled wildness.

He was fortunate enough to receive a portion of the Sage's blood bestowed by Ling Xiao. Although it was not much, it was enough to make his physical body far surpass that of others in the same realm.

The world was silent. The Chan Sect Disciple looked at each other, their faces extremely grim.

An inauspicious start!

Taiyi Zhenren has met a formidable foe!

He had just boasted and made a grand Randeng of his skills, but now he felt embarrassed. He could even feel the mocking gazes coming from behind him from the immortals of Heavenly Court.

"No rush! Junior Brother Taiyi is just testing the waters; he hasn't really gone all out yet. He's deeply favored by the sect leader, who has bestowed upon him countless magical treasures. Once he uses them, this barbarian will naturally be no match for him."

Randeng shouted loudly, telling everyone not to rush, though he himself was already getting anxious.

This battle is crucial; it can be described as a battle of image and impression. The image of the Chan Sect Disciple in the hearts of the people will depend entirely on this battle.

At this moment, he wished he could take the field himself, but if he were to change players midway through, he would inevitably be ridiculed.

"The deputy instructor is right. It seems that Senior Brother Taiyi is at a disadvantage, but in reality, it's only just begun!" Daoist Cihang chimed in.

He had a fair complexion and a naturally feminine appearance, yet he kept a small mustache and spoke in a soft, gentle voice, somewhat like a lady.

"Yes, yes, yes! Trust Senior Brother Taiyi!"

The disciples nodded emphatically, choosing to believe.

Taiyi Zhenren did not disappoint them. Knowing that it would be difficult to win without using his magic weapon, he decisively unleashed it.

Whoosh... A bunch of magical artifacts appeared, including guns, rings, and red ribbons.

"You wretched child, you're celebrating too soon. This is just the beginning. You forced me into this."

Taiyi Zhenren was already somewhat delirious, and his words were no longer as pretentious as before.

He desperately needs a fight to prove himself, so he has to win no matter what!

"Your grandfather's fist is the strongest magic weapon!" Manshan Clan shouted, unleashing his fist, as big as a casserole dish, with terrifying blood energy rolling out like crimson clouds.

In an instant, the two sides clashed, the battle raging fiercely and relentlessly.

Manshan Clan lived up to his reputation as a brute, using only his fists to ram the magical treasures, striking them with resounding clangs and sending them flying into the sky.

Taiyi Zhenren felt a chill run down his spine, Manshan Clan.

He even somewhat regretted taking the lead.

"No! I absolutely cannot lose this battle!" A murderous intent flashed in Taiyi Zhenren's eyes. Without making a sound, he put his hands behind his back, and a gold brick appeared in his palm!

"Whoosh!"

He mustered all his magical power and, taking advantage of a moment when the Manshan Clan revealed an opening, hurled the attack, striking them squarely between the eyebrows.

"Haha... Die now!"

Having landed a successful blow, Taiyi Zhenren laughed loudly, then swung his spear, drawing a streak of rainbow light, intending to completely shatter the Manshan Clan.

But his smile froze the next moment. Manshan Clan merely swayed, seemingly unharmed, and with his magical artifacts scattered, he charged forward.

He grabbed Taiyi Zhenren and ripped him in two with a forceful slash of his hands.