The standoff between Zhou Mu and Yun An quickly turned the lively wedding banquet into a quiet affair.

For a time, the two were evenly matched.

The rest of the onlookers were all enjoying the spectacle.

They simply moved a little further away to avoid the spread of the war to themselves.

"Who do you all think will win?" someone whispered.

“Of course it’s Yun’an. Don’t let his bad character fool you, his strength is undeniable. Even the Prefect has to give him a wide berth, let alone a mere kid like him.”

His words were full of sarcasm and contempt for Zhou Mu.

As expected, this statement was met with a chorus of agreement.

That's true. After all, Yun An's strength is undeniable. Even though Yun An's actions are not well-liked, his strength speaks for itself, and everyone has no choice but to put on a brave face and greet him.

In a sense, this is a sign of respect for strength and the best embodiment of the law of the jungle: the survival of the fittest.

As the discussion here gradually intensified, the atmosphere between Zhou Mu and Yun An became extremely cold.

Those who could attend the Ye family's wedding banquet were all wealthy and noble. Seeing that someone was causing trouble and the host family did not react, these people were not stupid. They understood the situation almost instantly and watched the show without worrying too much about things getting out of control.

After all, this is Ye family territory, and keeping things under control is their duty.

Secondly, there are many people who dislike Yun'an, and even now, facing the provocation of a mere young man, they feel a certain pleasure; the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Although Zhou Mu was just a greenhorn in their eyes, it did not prevent him from gradually becoming a brighter figure in their hearts.

"Let's get started, stop talking nonsense."

Seeing that Yun An only displayed an intimidating aura and had no other intentions, Zhou Mu was somewhat curious whether this guy was all bark and no bite, or perhaps he had been weakened by wine and women and looked haggard.

"Okay, I'll grant your request."

Yun An sneered, his face turning completely gloomy. He then slashed out with his palm, and in an instant, a gust of wind swept out.

sensation

With a loud bang, the whirlwind crashed into a transparent wall. The gale raged, but it could not advance any further.

"Is it really that amazing?" someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise.

"Wait, am I seeing things? Isn't there another person in front of that person?"

Some sharp-eyed people exclaimed in shock.

Immediately afterward, he rubbed his eyes, and upon seeing clearly, he couldn't help but gasp.

Before Zhou Mu, a figure appeared, dressed in a white robe. The figure was lean and capable, making the clothes look somewhat ill-fitting and loose, like a child mischievously wearing adult clothes.

However, at this moment, no one present dared to laugh.

The reason was that the person was simply standing there, and the seemingly powerful attack could not advance any further, displaying a majestic aura of one man holding off ten thousand.

Such strength is truly terrifying.

Upon seeing that person, Yun An's eyes widened as if struck by a major earthquake, and then a look of horror appeared on his face.

Only after he reached the Saint Realm did he realize how terrifying this realm was.

Even if he were the current ruler of Tianshu County, he would not take him seriously. After all, in his perception, Wu Yuan's strength was at most equal to his own, but the person in front of him gave him a feeling of unfathomable depth, like an abyss.

As soon as he released his spiritual consciousness, it felt like a stone sinking into the sea.

In the attic, when Zeng Bufan saw Zhang Zhu appear, his weathered face flushed slightly with shock. He took several breaths, rushed forward, stared intently through the window frame for a long time, and then slowly turned around, looking at Ye Mu with a shocked expression.

At this moment, the latter remained calm.

Zeng Bufan spoke up, "This sir is at the mid-stage of the Saint King realm..."

"Huh, you were actually able to tell his cultivation level?" Ye Mu said in surprise.

He initially only guessed at Zhang Zhu's cultivation level, not certain, but he thought it hovered between the peak of the Saint Realm and the early stage of the Saint King Realm, undecided. However, Zeng Bufan accurately stated Zhang Zhu's cultivation level in one breath.

It seems his guess was correct; Zeng Bufan does indeed have some skills.

Ye Mu thought to himself with a smile: "The person this system gave me is really quite good..."

That's right, he was also a time traveler, and his cheat ability was the same as Lu Shan's—a mysterious and powerful old man.

...

Zhang Zhu, dressed in white, looked at Yun An not far away. With an expressionless face, he simply waved his hand lightly. Yun An felt a tremendous force strike him, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

hiss

Inside the Ye residence, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

Many eyes turned to him in horror, guessing that the situation would be one-sided, since the man had appeared silently and seemed to be a formidable character.

However, they never expected that Zhang Zhu would so swiftly and decisively defeat Yun An, who was at the early stage of Sainthood. This could no longer be considered a crushing defeat, but rather a one-sided massacre.

Upstairs, Ye Mu, witnessing this scene, slowly smiled and said, "Impressive, impressive."

Zeng Bufan remained in a daze, his heart undergoing a violent earthquake that had not subsided for a long time.

He had lived most of his life, and to actually meet such a powerful martial artist meant that his life had not been in vain.

...

Yun An is dead.

He died a very quick and decisive death.

It instantly turned into a wisp of spiritual energy and vanished.

Inside the courtyard, they watched helplessly as a sage, powerful enough to move mountains and fill seas, and who ruled over all things, fell.

This level of combat is beyond their ability to intervene.

For them, sages were figures they could only look up to, figures they pursued throughout their lives.

However, a saint had fallen right before their eyes. His majestic body, as powerful as a god, had now turned to dust, which they found hard to accept.

However, Zhang Zhu didn't care about any of that. Seeing that the trouble had been resolved, a smile appeared on his weathered face, as bark-like as tree bark, beneath his white robe. Then, he slowly turned around, and just as he was about to speak, Jiang Jinyu spoke up, "Uncle Zhang, aren't you just making things worse for me?"

Upon hearing Jiang Jinyu's somewhat reproachful words, Zhang Zhu froze on the spot, a hint of panic slowly emerging in his weathered eyes.