"Who else would I ask? I genuinely don't know how your elders educated you. Was anyone here just now? Speak quickly!" Dongfang Wendao suppressed his rage. After all, the other party was a junior; surely he, the dignified Shenxuan expert, wouldn't sink to the level of losing his temper and physically disciplining him? That would truly be beneath his dignity!

"My upbringing has always been exemplary, and it is hardly a matter for a senior to inquire about! Seeking directions, or asking about someone, hardly seems like a manner in which to pose a question, does it?"

Jun Moye smiled gently. In this moment, he possessed a touch of Li Youran's demeanor—refined and dashing. With a slight smile, he continued, "Esteemed senior, for instance, if I were inquiring about directions, I would say: May I ask this elder senior, was anyone present here just moments ago? Kindly inform me, and I would be exceedingly grateful."

After delivering this, Jun Moye looked rather pleased and lectured, "That is what one calls politeness. Oh, and that is precisely how my own elders educated me." Hmph, a Shenxuan expert? So what? Even a Shenxuan expert cannot just defecate on my head! Being unable to defeat you is one thing, but it doesn't mean I must submit! If I can't fight directly, I can still annoy you to death!

Furthermore, the trio appeared cautious, suggesting they feared something; Jun Moye's mind raced, connecting it to the killing intent he had just emitted. Given this, how could Jun Moye not leverage his connections?

"You little bastard! Are you looking to die?" Dongfang Wendao roared in fury. Although he was rash, he wasn't foolish; how could he not recognize the clear mockery in Young Master Jun's words, let alone the mention of "my elders"!

"Looking to die? I am still young; even the King of Hell might hesitate to take me in!" Jun Moye regarded him with cold eyes.

The two, uncle and nephew who did not yet know their relation, locked eyes in a tense standoff.

Enraged, Dongfang Wendao lunged out, intending to seize the youngster and administer a beating to vent his anger, even if it meant facing severe punishment later.

But the grasp closed on empty air. Jun Moye had instantly shifted behind him. Third Master Dongfang suddenly sensed a lethal wind rushing toward the back of his skull, accompanied by the sharp sound of metal blades cleaving the air, sending a chill down his spine.

As soon as they clashed, Third Master Dongfang, possessing Shenxuan strength, found himself at a disadvantage. While his underestimation of the opponent was partly to blame, Young Master Jun's speed and movement technique were certainly worthy of note.

"Damn it!" Dongfang Wendao exclaimed. He was also a renowned top-tier assassin of his time, excelling in adaptation. Despite the shock, he remained composed, surging forward. The speed of a Shenxuan expert was formidable; in one burst, he covered a distance of over seven zhang, fully expecting to evade the youth's pursuit. To his surprise, he still felt a chilling presence close behind him—even stronger than before. This was truly unexpected! However, Third Master Dongfang's footwork was exceptional, allowing him to narrowly evade the attack, this time dodging to the right. Yet the chill persisted, following like a shadow. He flashed left again, and the chill remained constant...

In the span of a mere moment, Dongfang Wendao had continuously switched seven different movement techniques, altering his position dozens of times; yet, the cold presence behind him clung like bone-deep infection, only intensifying. He didn't even have time to turn his head!

Finally, his waist tightened as a cold, ominous blade pierced into his lower back!

Yet, Dongfang Wendao was, after all, a Shenxuan powerhouse. While Young Master Jun’s sharp counterattack exceeded his expectations, it didn't prevent him from activating his protective Profound Qi during the fight. Even if the knife was a divine weapon, the holder, possessing only Yuxuan cultivation, simply could not harm him. He hadn't even broken the skin, but in terms of the fight's outcome, he had lost—and lost miserably!

Third Master Dongfang stood frozen on the spot, like a wooden puppet. As a Shenxuan cultivator, he had long reached the state impervious to harsh cold or heat, but in that instant, a massive sweat soaked through his heavy robes.

The eight onlookers were equally drenched in cold sweat, especially the dark-bearded middle-aged man and the thin fellow, whose eyes seemed ready to pop out of their sockets!

With the discerning eyes of Dugu Xiaoyi and Guan Qinghan, they could at best vaguely perceive only a phantom-like figure darting rapidly—back and forth, left and right—as if dozens, even hundreds, of small figures had instantaneously materialized in the air, dazzling the sight. Then, they saw him standing completely still.

And Jun Moye seemed to have remained rooted to the spot, as if the short man had been showing off his peerless movement technique the entire time.

But Dongfang Wenqing and Dongfang Wenjian possessed vision keen enough to see clearly the changes on the field. How could they not be utterly horrified!

This was a pinnacle battle capable of determining the life or death of a Shenxuan expert!

They saw their third brother deploy his superb light movement skill to evade the youth's sudden, blindingly fast blade. But then the figure of the white-robed youth vanished strangely, only to reappear the next moment, almost illusory, behind the third brother's head, delivering another fierce strike...

Then the third brother reacted, evading left, shifting right, charging forward, spiraling—in an instant, he shifted through seven of the supreme light movement techniques, changing his position nearly forty times! Yet the opponent's figure always flashed and vanished, reappearing immediately behind him, sticking close like an embedded leech. The third brother's previously perfect rendition of those peerless techniques was utterly useless. In the end, he was still struck in the waist by the blade!

Factually speaking, the youth’s strike could have easily severed his neck, but given the protective Profound Qi of a Shenxuan master, it would have caused no real damage. However, the fact that the opponent chose to strike the waist instead of the neck was a clear sign of mercy!

Third Brother possessed standard Second Grade Shenxuan strength, and their family had always been renowned for agility and movement skills—a fact acknowledged across the entire continent. Looking at the world today, no one could surpass him; even Eagle Bokol, a Supreme expert equally famous for footwork, would grant them deference.

Eagle Bokol specialized in speed, but in flexibility, his inherited ultimate skill was still slightly inferior!

And this youth before them was merely... Yuxuan realm!

Good heavens! What kind of concept was this? It was too terrifying!

There was a gap of nearly twenty hierarchical levels between them!

Oh, my gods! This world has gone mad—humans ate the sun! The rat became the bride of the cat! This was equivalent to an ordinary ant violently assaulting the King of Xuan Beasts!

What manner of movement technique was this? Even the overlord of the Heavenly Punishment Forest probably didn't possess such terrifying speed! This, this... how did this youth achieve it?

Who exactly is he?

Seeing how young he is, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, already possessing Yuxuan cultivation—then his teachers and elders must be even more formidable! It was fortunate this youth’s power wasn't high enough to breach the 'Garlic Defense,' but if his cultivation were equal to theirs, wouldn't he be able to slaughter the three of them with ease?!

The opponent didn't even need to be a Shenxuan expert of equal level, because any expert at the peak of Tianxuan could injure the vital points of a Shenxuan master. By this logic... was the implication too staggering to contemplate?!

Silence descended upon the scene!

Whether it was the three Dongfang brothers or Young Master Jun's contingent, everyone was speechless!

After a long pause, Dugu Xiaoyi finally snapped out of her shock, looking at the dumbstruck Dongfang Wendao with a hint of worship, and applauded loudly: "Magnificent footwork! Truly ever-changing, exquisitely subtle, worthy of being unmatched in this generation!"

Heaven help her, the praise from Miss Dugu was entirely heartfelt, almost bordering on reverent admiration! Though the short man's appearance left much to be desired, his movement technique was utterly breathtaking. He had managed to conjure persistent illusory afterimages that bewildered the young girl, nearly causing her to faint. Had Third Master Dongfang's image been more palatable, the little girl might have walked over immediately to beg him as a master...

This was absolutely a realm of excellence that far surpassed the normal Xuan practitioner.

Guan Qinghan, equally stunned by the opponent's astonishing power, sensed the atmosphere was subtly wrong. She tugged Dugu Xiaoyi's sleeve and whispered, "Little Sister Xiaoyi, say no more."

But how sharp was Dugu Xiaoyi's cheer? It was as crisp as a freshly snapped pear. Not only those present but even those further away could hear it clearly.

Dongfang Wendao stood frozen, his face already turning somewhat pale.

The preceding event had dealt an unparalleled blow to his confidence! The superb movement skill he had boasted about his entire life was deemed utterly worthless in the eyes of another. Moreover, a mere junior in the Yuxuan realm had completely surpassed the speed he prided himself on, leaving him no time even to turn around... Instantly, he felt that all his past efforts held no meaning whatsoever.

A classic case of capsizing the boat in a shallow ditch!

And precisely at this critical moment, a shout of praise suddenly reached his ears—praising him: "Magnificent footwork! Truly ever-changing, exquisitely subtle, worthy of being unmatched in this generation!"

This praise was deafening, yet it came from the depths of the heart. But... how could a master of the Shenxuan realm endure this?!

It is believed that even with a thousand exquisite brushes, it would be impossible to describe Third Master Dongfang’s feelings at that moment. His deathly pale face instantly flushed crimson, then visibly reddened all the way to his neck—and if one could look beneath his boots, they would surely find even his toes were red...

"Pfft!" Dongfang Wendao felt a wave of dizziness and disgrace, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying precariously.

He was actually angered to the point of vomiting blood...

Such sincere, heartfelt admiration had driven a Shenxuan expert to spew blood!

Dongfang Wenqing and Dongfang Wenjian rushed forward to support him, but Third Master Dongfang stubbornly pushed them away.

Dongfang Wendao took a deep breath, slowly turned, and faced Jun Moye, his expression a complex mixture, yet he spoke without hesitation: "You have mettle! I concede!"

"I concede!"

These three words escaping his lips—each one sounded incredibly difficult, as if each word were a heavy mountain he had to move! Yet, he said it nonetheless.

A genuine look of admiration surfaced in Jun Moye’s eyes.

A Shenxuan expert being defeated was not shameful. But to publicly admit defeat to a young man in the Yuxuan realm...

What kind of bearing was this?

In the Jianghu, where reputation is life itself, possessing such broad-mindedness regarding victory and defeat—very few could achieve it.

(I have been quite depressed today; my cold hasn't broken. Naturally, this isn't the source of my depression—it's just a cold, it won't affect my updates. At most, it just means staying up later.

Last night at half past two in the morning, while outlining the plot for the next volume of Heavenly Punishment, someone suddenly added me as a friend. The verification message read: 'I have many constructive suggestions for 'Evil Monarch of Another World,' and I hope you will listen.'

I clicked confirm. Yes, I remember clearly. The person was named 'Loneliness is Not Solitude.' I won't use their full handle here. Their first sentence was: 'I'm reading the pirated version! Because what you wrote is so terrible, I can't bear to read it anymore, so I came to curse you.'

Then they said, even if I buy a rotten egg from the market, I have the right to curse it, right? I can't just say: 'You have the guts to hatch an egg yourself, then show me!' Right? Even if I order a plate of stir-fried potatoes at a restaurant and it tastes bad, I should be allowed to complain, shouldn't I? Must I just tolerate it?

Finally, they concluded: 'You’ve censored yourself! It’s too awful, indescribably bad. If you keep writing, I fear I won't be able to control myself from insulting your family.'

That night, they were sent to the blacklist. Ah, I no longer have the chat record here, but I sent it to Summer; she should have a copy. Anyone interested can check.

I truly couldn't stomach it.

Since the beginning of this book, I have said: Piracy cannot be stopped! Many of my brothers and sisters are students without the financial means. Wherever they are, as long as they can read my book and smile to relieve some pressure, that is enough for me.

I am even somewhat grateful because they keep my brothers and sisters who cannot afford subscriptions with me.

As a writer relying on this for a living, subscriptions are naturally necessary, but I will never let down any brother or sister who has to subscribe while starving! My launch day speech has never been deleted; if you're interested, you can look it up.

But I don't object to you reading pirated copies! If you don't enjoy it, or even come to the review section under an alias to shout a few insults, I have never objected. At worst, if it really bothers me, I'll read it and then delete the comment and move on.

But is it necessary to add me late at night just to curse? Do I owe you anything? Do I owe you anything? Frankly speaking, whether you buy a rotten egg from the market or a bad dish of potatoes from a restaurant, you paid for it!

But when you read my book, did you pay? You comfortably enjoy the pirated content, stealing the fruits of my nearly all-night labor, and you even have the nerve to come to my doorstep to curse? What kind of thing are you, damn it?

I don't want to curse, but you’ve made me unable to hold back!!

Rant over! I’m very agitated; please forgive me. (To be continued)"