Unsheathed

Chen Ping'an stood still with the hiking pole in his hand. He had naturally held back when unleashing the slightly modified Heavy Cavalry Formation Shattering Technique coupled with the Inch Movement Talisman that he had used after shattering the formation and entering the temple, or else the person who had confidently offered to give him a free hit would have ended up becoming an undutiful son, forcing his white-haired parents to farewell their black-haired son. Of course, it wouldn't be strange either if these Dao partners still appeared youthful, since it was very normal for cultivators in the mountains to maintain a youthful appearance even if they were hundreds upon thousands of years old.

The reason that Chen Ping'an had held back was naturally because he wanted to "modestly" ask Du Yu about the two unique talismans afterward.

As for the petrified youths nearby, they were coincidentally knocked unconscious by the violent ripples of Chen Ping'an's fist aura.

The flippant young man standing on the divine altar had further been struck by Du Yu's leg and knocked unconscious, suffering an even more miserable fate than the other young men in the courtyard.

Everything had been calculated perfectly.

However, the execution had only required a single punch.

Only the young man sitting beside the campfire remained conscious but dazed.

Chen Ping'an glanced at him and said, "Do you not know how to play dead?"

The young man hurriedly fell backward and cocked his head, not forgetting to roll his eyes up and stick his tongue out at the same time.

Chen Ping'an smiled and asked, "Miss Canal Master, you don't mind that I damaged your statue, do you?"

As he said this, he flicked his sleeve and swept a young man away as if he were rubbish, sending him slamming into the wall. There was the soft sound of bones being pulverized into dust.

The canal master who was responsible for the water fortune of the stream felt as if her bones were about to crumble as well.