I was a little confused because I didn't know him...

Judging from their attire, they should be from the Qingyun Sect. It's easy to guess that they're after Murong Xuanxuan...

It seems the Murong family has resorted to another scheme after their first failed attempt; their actions are nothing more than an attempt to annoy my father and me…

Before I could reply, I saw another streak of light approaching. When it stopped, I was utterly shocked…

This looks a bit like a Gundam, though it's more anthropomorphic and not as rigid as a mechanical one...

It seems this must be someone from the Divine Puppet Sect; that five-meter-tall Gundam must be their puppet…

I wonder how powerful it would be if it were made into something this big...

"Tuoba Wudi, give me back my Daoist partner..."

The five-meter-tall Gundam didn't speak, but a deep, muffled voice emanated from it…

Standing on Gundam's chest was a muscular young man, his entire body dark-skinned and his appearance extremely rugged...

"Uncle, the first one is the number one genius of the Qingyun Sect, and also the number one expert on the Genius Ranking, named Ximen Yunting..."

The second one is the number one genius of my Divine Puppet Sect, and also the seventh strongest on the Prodigy Ranking, named Shu Ling Shen. Both of them should have already broken through to the Martial God realm…”

After hearing Liu Lingxian's introduction, I finally recognized who the two people in front of me were...

I didn't want to lower myself to their level; they're just two little brats. But I can't tolerate them trying to steal my woman...

"Get out... My son Tuoba San, if you don't want to die, get out of here now..."

Although I don't want to deal with these two people, I still have to do the thing of making my eldest son a target of hatred...

"Tuoba Wudi, no matter what, you are a martial god, why are you using your son's name to swindle and deceive people?"

Simon Yunting said sarcastically in a very contemptuous tone…

“You said that’s my son, and I gave him his name. How is that considered fraud?”

Upon hearing my words, both of them visibly paused, realizing how true they were…

"Hmph! Why waste words with him? Who cares who his son is, we're here to beat up the father..."

The Spirit God roared in a rough voice, making everyone's eardrums buzz. Clearly, his puppets had an enhanced effect on his voice...

"Stop! Look at yourself, you're so ugly! You dare call me 'father'? If I had a son like you, I'd throw him against the wall..."

Holy crap…

It took Shu Ling Shen a long time to process what I had just said...

"How dare you humiliate me? You're dead..."

The Spirit Binding God roared in fury…

"I really don't know how you cultivated your brain to this level. You still want to bare your teeth at me? I don't even need to lift a finger. If you can break this great formation, I'll consider you impressive..."

Faced with my mockery, the two of them couldn't stand it. They were the most powerful prodigies in the Burial Realm, usually arrogant and looking down on everyone. Today, they were being looked down upon like this...

"You good-for-nothing who only speaks through your son, how dare you humiliate us? Today you must hand over Liu Lingxian, the daughter of the Divine Puppet Sect's leader, or you can forget about ever seeing your son again..."

Hearing Shu Lingshen's words, I couldn't help but frown. I sensed another layer of meaning in their words: they knew Tuoba San wasn't by my side, which was why they dared to provoke me...

This reminds me of the Murong family. They have an irreconcilable hatred for my father and me. When Qingyunzi tells the sect's higher-ups about the crisis in the Burial Realm, it will inevitably involve Tuoba San's affairs...

As the peak master of the East Peak, the Murong family head must have known everything. The other party originally wanted to use the Six-Winged Silver Dragon to sow discord between my father and me and the Tai Shi Demon Mountain, but he did not expect that Qing Yunzi would take action, suppress the Six-Winged Silver Dragon, and take it under his control, which allowed my father and me to easily resolve the crisis...

However, the other side clearly wouldn't give up easily. Since they couldn't rely on external forces, they decided to start with the Qingyun Sect, directly inviting out Ximen Yunting, the sect's number one genius, and using Murong Xuanxuan as bait...

It has to be said that the Murong family's old foxes are truly shameless. Murong Xuanxuan no longer carries the blood of the Murong family, yet they still refuse to let go of the opportunity to use her for their own purposes...

If it weren't for my son and me, Murong Xuanxuan might not be as important as an ordinary disciple of the Qingyun Sect in their eyes...

"Boy, you're all talk and no action. You think you can make me obey? It's not that I look down on you, but you're not even as good as my servants. What kind of prodigy are you? You're nothing but trash..."

Upon hearing my words, Shu Lingshen was stunned for a moment, then his expression grew increasingly grim. This was an insult to him; to say that he was inferior to a servant…

"Tuoba Wudi, die!"

Unable to bear such humiliation, the Spirit-Binding God struck first, his towering puppet carrying immense force crashing directly into the array surrounding Xuan Shan…

boom…

A tremendous impact resounded, but it did not shake the formation in the slightest…

This scene caused both Shu Lingshen and Ximen Yunting's expressions to change drastically. Few among the Martial Gods could withstand the power of this attack, and such a terrifying attack could not even shake the formation on Xuan Shan's back...

Logically speaking, even if the formation couldn't be broken, Xuan Shan would definitely be affected, since in the mind of the Spirit-Binding God, his strength was still that of a Martial Saint...

"With such meager skills, you dare to boast so arrogantly in front of me? I really don't know how you've cultivated yourselves all these years. You haven't learned much skill, but your brains are getting worse and worse..."

Hearing my sarcasm, both of their faces turned bright red...

Ximen Yunting wasn't unwilling to take action to save face, but the power of the Spirit Binding God wasn't much different from his own. Even if his attack power was stronger, it wouldn't be strong enough to overwhelm the Spirit Binding God. So even if he took action, the result would likely be the same...

Under these circumstances, he naturally wouldn't risk humiliating himself by launching an attack...

"Tuoba Wudi, don't think you're fearless just because you're hiding in a turtle shell. If you're willing to be a coward, then keep being one. I'll let everyone in the Burial Realm know that you're nothing but a cowardly piece of trash..."

"If you've got the guts, step out of that turtle shell, and I'll show you what real strength is..."

Simon Yunting said viciously, "This kind of obviously deceptive provocation is no different from children playing house..."

I looked at him mockingly and asked him in return.

"Isn't this formation part of my strength?"

Upon hearing my words, Ximen Yunting paused for a moment, realizing that his words might indeed have been a bit excessive. Formations were indeed considered a form of strength, and his demand that I abandon them was indeed going too far…

"A real man should fight a real battle, not cower in his shell spouting nonsense..."

After thinking for a moment, Ximen Yunting continued to provoke him…