"No!"

Yasuo roared, "I will never admit defeat!"

Stubbornness and obstinacy kept Yasuo standing tall, but a thunderous roar echoed in his mind, and boundless terror began to spread.

[Did he kill the extraterrestrial demon?]

The extraterrestrial demon easily elevated me to the terrifying peak of the Transformation Realm. Did he kill the extraterrestrial demon?

No… more importantly… in such a short time, he went to the outer realms, slew the Heavenly Demon, brought him back, and took care of everything!

Yasuo grew increasingly frightened, experiencing despair for the first time in his life.

With such formidable strength, what makes Fang Zong refuse to admit defeat?

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't admit defeat." Fang Zong thought for a while and couldn't help but laugh. He had just thought that Yasuo was a powerful fighter and was thinking of recruiting him to his side, but in his thoughts just now, he realized that he couldn't use Yasuo.

Even if Yasuo admits defeat, he still can't get over that mental hurdle...

Thinking of this, Fang Zong grabbed the scarecrow, turned around, and flew away.

Behind him, Yasuo, like a dog being led by the neck by an invisible chain, was being dragged along with his tongue lolling out.

………………

A very ordinary third-tier city, a very ordinary bungalow.

The Fengshen Sect was located inside the mansion; the 300-square-meter old house housed fewer than five people—this was Fang Zong's previous impression.

He still remembers that the house was very old, with a skinny old man at the door fanning himself with an old-fashioned palm leaf fan and listening to the radio with an even older model. There was also a silly student named Su Bai and a stubborn girl with freckles on her face, Sun He'er, who was very pretty with pigtails.

By the way, Sun He'er's cooking is delicious.

Fang Zong licked his lips and strode towards the door of the house. He noticed that the signboard of "Fengshen Sect" was now up, with large gold characters that made it look much more impressive. However, the house was still somewhat dilapidated as it had not been repaired.

"Su Bai, come out here! Is Sun He'er home? Ask her to cook me a meal, I'm starving!" Fang Zong shouted directly.

"Holy crap! Which audacious guy called out Senior Sister's name like that?"

"Someone actually made our senior sister cook for him?! Brothers, grab your weapons! Some bastard has insulted our goddess!"

The sound of wind breaking came from inside the house, and a dozen or so young men dressed in white rushed out.

Dozens of figures also appeared on the roof of the house, looking quite imposing, all exuding an air of "I am young and energetic, so who else can do it but me?"

Fang Zong: "...Are you all disciples of the Wind God Sect?"

"Yes! State your name!"

"Hmm, not bad."

Fang Zong praised him and then asked, "Where's Youmingfeng?"

"Hiss... It seems like... we've kicked a hornet's nest?"

"It's one thing to know Brother Su Bai, but he also knows Senior Sister's name, and he even knows that the real Senior Brother who refuses to return to the sect is... wait, why does the person behind him look like a leash he's leading..."

He still couldn't bring himself to say the word "dog".

They really look alike.

Fang Zong walked toward them, and with each step he took, as he swung his arm, it was as if Yasuo was being pulled by the neck by an invisible dog leash—he had been following Fang Zong, but when he reached the territory of the Wind God Sect, he resisted and refused to come over.

An older man in white quickly bowed to them. They instinctively felt a prickling sensation; after all, it was their goddess, being asked to cook—how could they not feel a little annoyed?

Now that she was fully awake, she asked somewhat sheepishly, "May I ask who you are?"

"If Sun He'er is here, ask her to cook me a meal first, otherwise she definitely won't be in the mood to cook later. Then call that kid Su Bai and the sect leader. You Mingfeng shouldn't be here, right? I remember he went to the City of No Tears." Fang Zong didn't want to cause too much of a commotion, so he went straight into the mansion.

The disciples of the Wind God Sect hurriedly ran out to find someone, while the rest surrounded Fang Zong as he entered.

Fang Zong was very satisfied that the other party did not have any thoughts of 'clashing with the sect' or anything like that; they were not the kind of people who would put on airs just because a sect is powerful.

He sat down in the hall, drinking tea and waiting quietly.

Yasuo tried to escape several times but failed. Suddenly, all his strength gave way, his knees buckled, and he knelt down in the hall, his head drooping...

"Thug boss!"

Soon, Sun He'er's joyful shouts came from outside.

After hearing what Fang Zong looked like from her junior brothers and sisters, she hurriedly ran to cook three dishes and a soup, the same kind of home-cooked meal she always had, and rushed in with the food tray.

Just as he entered, he suddenly stopped, and all the plates on his plate fell to the ground. Fang Zong caught them and slowly began to enjoy his meal...

"I've brought Yasuo. You can kill him if you want."

While eating, Fang Zong seemed to have thought of something and reminded him, "However, Yasuo is now at the peak of the All Beings Transformation realm, which is a very powerful combat force. I think we can erase his intelligence and use him as a puppet. We can also decide to give the puppet to the Wind God Sect for three years. Of course, if the Ghost Killing Team wants to mobilize him, the Wind God Sect must unconditionally bring the puppet and obey."

"Brother thug, you're joking."

Sun He'er barely managed to suppress her emotions and squeeze out these words.

Completely disregarding the huge wave that Fang Zong's name had caused among the sect's junior brothers and sisters, while the entire sect was excitedly shouting, she walked towards Fang Zong and knelt down heavily before him.

“You know I don’t like this kind of thing.” Fang Zong shook his head, and Sun He’er’s knees just wouldn’t go down.

Sun He'er took several deep breaths, but tears still welled up in her eyes and covered her face. She tried her best to keep her thoughts straight. "The Wind God Sect has no trash that affects the country for its own selfish interests. Since Yasuo is a powerful fighter, then just obliterate his mind. There's no need to tear him to pieces. As for obeying orders, our Wind God Sect has always obeyed orders and has never been negligent!"

"Wind God! Invincible Warrior!"

"Wind God! Invincible Warrior!"

"Wind God! Invincible Warrior!"

The young people surrounding the area suddenly shouted, their blood boiling, their eyes seeming to gleam with a blood-red light.

They are still very young, and their strength is relatively weak. They are just newly recruited disciples of the Wind God Sect.

but!

They entered the Fengshen Sect after hearing about its many heroes, and dreamed of one day becoming invincible!

Even if we die on the battlefield, we must still stand tall!

"good!"

Fang Zong exclaimed loudly, "The Wind God Sect's 'Invincible Warrior'! The Yang Family Women's 'Bloody Blood'! Excellent! Very good!" He kicked Yasuo over, squatted down, grabbed Yasuo's neck with his hand, and stared into Yasuo's eyes.

Is Third Uncle coming?

Yasuo looked at Fang Zong, his eyes vacant, and asked in a low voice.