"That's impossible!" Old Sun exclaimed.

"Oh? You know it's impossible? Then... do you believe it?" Jun Moxie winked.

"What if I said I am the master of the Secluded Immortal Palace, Mo—"

"You..."

"Well then... what if I told you I'm actually your father? Do you recognize me?" Jun Moxie grinned, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth.

"You! Jun Moxie, don't push your luck too far!" Old Sun roared, his anger soaring to the heavens, his eyes blazing red, completely losing his temper.

"Shut your trap! Damn it, you're deliberately finding a lover for your old mother! You recognized your own father, Jun Moxie, a long time ago, yet you still play games in front of me. What's the matter? Lack of fatherly love in your youth? Want this young master to discipline you? I can be generous and play the role of your nominal father for half a day!" Jun Moxie sneered, unleashing a torrent of curses!

Jun Moxie’s rambling earlier was all a tactic to stall for time, allowing Baili Luoyun and the others to complete the encirclement. Now that Baili Luoyun and the others were perfectly positioned, the sixty-plus experts—all at least at the Supremacy level—made dealing with these four opponents trivial. There was no longer any need to worry about their escape. Jun Moxie had zero interest in wasting more words on them.

Especially since these scoundrels practiced the vile art of Yin cultivation, draining Yang essence; Jun Moxie didn't even want to exchange another breath with them. Even cursing them felt like he was giving them too much credit. Having such a cheap son was a desecration to him! Why did he even bother claiming this connection earlier?

"You... you... you..." Old Sun was so furious he nearly spat blood. He never imagined his polite inquiry would be met with such an onslaught of insults and curses, leaving him dizzy and topped off with the label of a 'cheap father'!

Smoke was pouring from his seven orifices!

But when he turned to look, he realized his three companions all wore strange expressions. Raising his gaze, he felt a bucket of icy water splash over his head, instantly extinguishing the raging fire of his anger. A chilling sensation traveled from the crown of his head all the way down to his tailbone!

Instantly, all four shared the same posture and expression: bodies rigid, mouths agape, eyes wide like light bulbs, filled entirely with terror...

Around them, the area was densely packed with hulking figures, each face devoid of expression, their eyes glittering with bloodlust, advancing in uniform steps!

With every step, the ground trembled slightly!

The four men took only one glance before realizing with horror that these individuals were not old—most looked to be in their thirties or forties—yet their strength was immense. At most, fewer than ten were weaker than themselves! Almost every single one was a master beyond the Supremacy level!

Each of these men carried a biting, sharp killing intent, their cold eyes reminiscent of a wolf pack on a dark winter night... Coupled with their towering height and powerful builds, their synchronized advance felt like a mountain suddenly collapsing upon them!

The atmosphere was so heavy it was suffocating!

The question of where Jun Moxie found so many experts, and so young, was one the four obviously had no time to consider. Their minds and hearts were filled with despair!

Faced with such a vast disparity in power, the four of them had not the slightest chance of victory! The only recourse left was: self-detonation! Taking hostages with them!

Or perhaps, that was the only path left to inflict any minor damage upon the enemy!

But... the crucial point was: they didn't want to die! Waaah...

The four nearly wept simultaneously.

"Take them all down!" Jun Moxie waved his hand, his body floating up like a white cloud, drifting away from the central courtyard!

"Roar!" Following a mighty shout, one large man suddenly leaped forward, his iron-tower body descending from the air, pressing down with a thunderous, fierce gale!

Only attack, no retreat!

The opening move was one of earth-shattering force, executed with a willingness to perish together!

This man's attack ignited the situation like an exploding powder keg. The fifty or sixty giants, like starved wolves spotting a flock of pristine, delicious lambs, roared one after another and charged forward in a scramble!

The four cursed internally!

Heavens above, there are so many of you, yet you all have to go all out just to fight the four of us... Isn't this bullying beyond measure!

And you won't even grant a chance for negotiation...

Thinking this, the four sank into utter dejection: negotiating with that brat Jun Moxie was nothing but inviting insults! Offering a warm face only to be slapped with a cold rear—it was utterly senseless...

Today’s affair was destined to end badly!

Finding themselves in a desperate situation, the four hardened their hearts, roared in unison, drew their swords and blades, and met the assault with flying fists and feet!

Bang!

With a deafening crash, a chaotic melee instantly erupted.

However, from the very start of this brawl, the rogue masters from the Secluded Immortal Palace were thoroughly disadvantaged. Not only were these giants no weaker than themselves, but they were also experts in coordinated combat! Their attacks, whether intentional or not, meshed together flawlessly...

As soon as the two sides clashed, the four fell into immediate disarray. Despite desperately defending, they couldn't avoid taking numerous blows, and blood spurted from their mouths and noses!

"Jun Moxie! If you have the guts, fight us one-on-one! What kind of skill is it to use numbers against few... Ahhh—" Old Sun’s panicked shout cut off abruptly as a massive fist slammed squarely into his mouth, instantly shattering his teeth and bursting his jaw; his broken teeth flew out through the resulting gash...

Wang Weiran, the most cunning, used the chaos to his advantage. Enduring several attacks, he suddenly shoved the two companions in front of him forcefully, then shot up with incredible speed, darting toward the canopy of a nearby large tree, attempting to flee for his life.

The two he shoved were already struggling clumsily, taking hits everywhere in a most miserable state. After being pushed without warning, they stumbled a few steps, and with a clank, their weapons clattered to the ground, immediately followed by over a dozen fists raining down upon them...

The two only managed to cry out in indignant rage: "Wang Weiran! You're shameless..." before they were knocked unconscious.

Wang Weiran, having just reached the treetop, sneered internally: Escaping with my life is the most important thing right now; who cares about honor or shame? Life is singular!

Just as he prepared to accelerate his flight, his vision abruptly darkened. Opening his eyes, he cried out in horror, every hair on his body standing on end: A handsome face was almost touching his own, the tips of their noses nearly brushing. He could almost feel the other's breath!

Just as he tried to flip and flee, the man let out a retching sound, followed by an angry curse: "Damn it, you actually have terrible breath! You're suffocating me!" He raised his hand and delivered a barrage of slaps so rapid they sounded like a downpour, landing dozens of strikes in the time it takes to blink.

Wang Weiran’s head whipped back and forth in mid-air like a ratchet, his long hair swinging violently left and right like a young girl on a frenzied dance, spitting out broken teeth with every jolt...

It felt like an eternity before he finally fell back to the ground, his face swollen like a peach blossom, his head resembling a pig’s snout, landing with a thud that gouged out a large crater. Then, the world spun violently, stars flashing before his eyes...

He shook his head another dozen times before consciousness finally returned... When he opened his eyes, a sharp longsword was pressed against his throat, and his Dantian had been viciously kicked.

Not far away, a young man in plain white robes was retching dramatically: "How can this old fool's breath be worse than fox odor? This young master truly suffered greatly; what terrible luck..."

That was none other than Baili Luoyun, the great killer!

He had been secretly overseeing the battle, guarding against any stragglers. Seeing this wretch attempt to flee shamelessly, how could he allow it? He silently tailed him. Wang Weiran ran desperately, but Baili Luoyun pursued even faster, catching up head-to-head in an instant...

Young Master Jun, prior to this, often appeared mysteriously to play pranks on the two women, Dugu Xiaoyi and Han Yanmeng, frequently terrifying them into pale beauty and loud screams, which would send Baili Luoyun and the others clutching their stomachs in delighted laughter...

Baili Luoyun was about to imitate Jun Moxie’s customary trick, puckering his lips and saying, "Hello there~" but as soon as he opened his mouth, the guy opposite him screamed as if seeing a ghost...

That scream itself wasn't the problem, but the intense bad breath emanating from Wang Weiran’s mouth caused the fastidious Young Master Baili to suffer terribly. Baili Luoyun felt an indescribable, horrifying stench rush toward him, and though he wanted to cover his nose and mouth, it was too late... He felt as if the stench lingered in his mouth, destined not to fade for three days...

He probably wouldn't have any appetite for days, perhaps not tasting meat for three months...

Baili Luoyun truly couldn't fathom: Why did Jun Moxie never run into this issue when he did such things? Why was he almost choked to death when he occasionally tried a prank? Was it true that people simply couldn't compare? Was imitation a sin?!

Jun Moxie watched Baili Luoyun's dejected expression and chuckled inwardly: How could his supreme teasing techniques be so easily copied? The ones he scared—be it Guan Qinghan, Dugu Xiaoyi, or Han Yanmeng—were all great beauties. Even when startled into a scream, their delicate mouths emitted a faint, intoxicating fragrance; unlike this brat, who chose to tease an old man with rotting yellow teeth. Jun Moxie was surprised he wasn't suffocated! Let him gag; maybe after gagging for a while, he'll get used to it...

All four were hauled over like sandbags and lined up neatly before Jun Moxie.

Young Master Jun coughed once, rested his hands behind his back, and commanded with imposing authority: "Court is now in session!"

"Swee~~~~~~eeeee~~~eet!" The members of the Heaven Devouring Remnant Soul group were surprisingly cooperative, extending their voices and adding an interlude...