My Disciples are Too Idiotic

"F*ck, is Wanwan really that badass? I never realized it."

"Love it, love it, Miss Wanwan, please whip me."

"So that's what they call a 'mature woman's voice'! The moment Wanwan spoke, I'd already figured out what to name our kids."

"Wanwan is from Cloud Lament, right? Damn, Flourishing Flowers has really roped in quite a few little sisters."

"..."

Wanwan was quite lucky. She had earned a good number of Contribution Points by teaming up to hunt Demonic Beasts. Her realm had been boosted to the Golden Core Realm in one go, making her the first female player to reach it. Additionally, her aloof demeanor and that captivating mature voice, which sparked endless fantasies, had truly excited the players.

The Young City Lord of Luminous Fire City's face darkened. Normally, who wouldn't bow and scrape before him, treating him with the utmost respect? Now, a woman had actually dared to stand up and challenge him! This was undoubtedly a slap in the face to him, the Young City Lord.

"You're seeking death!"

The Young City Lord of Luminous Fire City immediately wanted to act.

But before he could, a group of players charged forward. They didn't even care about the old man from Luminous Fire City, whose realm was unfathomably profound, and directly surrounded this Young City Lord.

"Kid, it's your honor that Wanwan is cursing you! What are you bitching about?"

"With that weakling build of yours, what's there to be proud of?"

"Someone like you wouldn't even survive three chapters in a novel, believe it or not?"

"We're giving you a chance: shut your damn mouth and accept Goddess Wanwan's humiliation. Otherwise, we won't let you leave the Demon Beast Forest!"

"..."

Faced with such a group of Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators surrounding him, the Young City Lord was dumbfounded.

What's going on? How dare these Foundation Establishment Realm people do this?

"Seeking death!"

The Young City Lord roared furiously, raising his hand to send out a palm strike.

The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth instantly converged, then pressed down on the players surrounding him.

But in the next instant, a cold killing intent appeared by his side.

The Black Dragon Dagger was already placed against his neck.

"If you dare to make a move, your head will fall to the ground," Junlin's voice echoed in his ear.

That ghost-like figure made even the people from the major factions draw in a sharp breath.

A Golden Core Realm assassin?! This fellow is actually a Golden Core Realm assassin! If he had intended to strike just now, the Young City Lord of Luminous Fire City would have definitely been killed. Though he's also at the Golden Core Realm, how could this Young City Lord possibly be a match for a top-tier assassin?

"Steward Zhang!" the Young City Lord shouted, his eyes filled with killing intent.

These people who suddenly appeared are simply courting death; they must die here!

Steward Zhang's eyes were downcast, as if the players from the Profound Yellow Sect were mere ants in his sight.

The next moment, a faint oppressive aura descended.

Divinity Transformation Realm!

"Young ones, I do not wish to become enemies with you. Step back," Steward Zhang said. He adopted the stance of someone 'On the Mountain' looking down upon those 'At the foot of the mountain.' This condescending attitude irked quite a few players.

Especially Junlin.

In real life, I'm a bona fide second-generation rich kid. Who wouldn't give me face? Being threatened by an NPC in a game—can I really tolerate that? Calling for backup? As if anyone couldn't do that!

"Old Mo!" Junlin called out coldly, his dagger still not retracted.

As soon as his voice fell, Old Mo walked out calmly, his black robe adorned with red clouds fluttering in the wind. The aura of the Nascent Soul Realm was plain for all to see.

"The Seventh Shocking Gate, open!"

BOOM—

A terrifying aura erupted from him, kicking up a cloud of dust. Blue Spiritual Qi swirled around him, and an intense sense of danger enveloped everyone present.

We're going to die! This thought flashed through everyone's mind.

Even the Fifth Elder of the Great Dream Immortal Sect felt a surge of killing intent. Surprise filled his eyes; looking at Old Mo was like seeing a ghost.

A Nascent Soul Stage youngster can make me feel threatened? How is that possible?

"One kick," Old Mo said, holding up one finger and staring at Steward Zhang.

Before Steward Zhang could utter a word, the sound of something tearing through the air arrived.

BANG—

A moment later, Steward Zhang's body shot backward like a cannonball, even the bones within him completely shattering at that instant.

Old Mo flashed past, instantly appearing where Steward Zhang had just been standing.

And Steward Zhang? He had crashed into the Stone Pestle behind him, completely devoid of life.

This scene made the members of all the major factions gasp.

What did we just witness? Someone at the Nascent Soul Realm killed a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator with a single kick? Keep in mind, this is the Divinity Transformation Stage, not Qi Refining Stage or Foundation Establishment Stage! What in the world is happening?

Old Mo's gaze swept over the crowd. Everyone from the major factions couldn't help but swallow hard, especially the older cultivators responsible for their protection. They weren't much different in power from Steward Zhang. If this person could kill Steward Zhang with one kick, he could naturally kill them with one kick too.

How terrifying! Which faction do these people belong to, to possess such horrifying power?!

Junlin stared at the surrounded Young City Lord and said gravely, "Who else can you call now? Go on, keep calling!"

The Young City Lord's forehead was drenched in cold sweat. He had never expected these people to be so ferocious. Steward Zhang was at the same realm as his father, a renowned and powerful senior in the Northern Wilderness.