Facing these four formidable opponents, Chen Nan stood no chance of triumph, not even a one percent possibility.

The only Magic Treasure that might ensure victory was the God Beating Whip.

However, with so many people watching, if he were to use the God Beating Whip, the consequences would be unimaginable, leaving Chen Nan in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

Among the four experts, the one in his nineties pointed at Chen Nan and said, "Admit your guilt and take your own life, saving me the trouble of doing it myself."

Suicide?

That's something only a fool would do.

Even if he had to resort to the God Beating Whip and fight to the death, Chen Nan would never allow himself to be slaughtered.

"Old geezer, for all your years, who'd have thought your mind would be so shallow? Today, if you leave on your own accord, so be it; otherwise, I'll take you down one by one, and I won't bother with burials," Chen Nan said, though he didn't have such power, but who couldn't boast?

Since he had already thoroughly offended them, why show any weakness?

The four were nearly driven mad, unable to comprehend where this kid got the audacity to make such bold claims—did he truly have an ace up his sleeve, or was he just bluffing?

"You wretch! You've committed such a grave sin, yet you show no remorse. Today, I won't spare you!" The four experts were furious, forming spells with their hands, ready to directly annihilate Chen Nan and avenge their two junior disciples who died by his hand.

Chen Nan had already put away his Phoenix Wing Mace, clenched his fists, and was prepared to unleash the God Beating Whip.

But at this moment—

"Stop!"

A powerful voice echoed, a surge of overwhelming energy erupting between both sides, pushing the four experts back dozens of meters.

Everyone turned towards the voice, spotting a middle-aged man arriving aloft.

The man was dressed in blue, with two distinctive mustaches, exuding splendor and vigor. He soared over the crowd, emanating an immensely fearsome energy wave that was unfathomable.

The four from Qianyuan Holy Land frowned, angrily saying, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the trio, slowly descending from the air, and said with a calm demeanor, "I am Kuang Yu. Having heard sounds of a fight nearby, I came to take a look."

Kuang Yu!

It was the same person who previously reported to Clan Leader Kuang Zhen Tian that Chen Nan had acquired the Phoenix Wing Mace.

The four of Qianyuan, initially furious, suddenly changed their expressions.

Not to mention being on the Kuang Clan's territory, they wouldn't dare provoke anyone from the Kuang Clan even outside; especially not someone as unfathomable as Kuang Yu, whom they couldn't possibly defeat even together.

"Ah, it's the esteemed senior from the Kuang Clan. Please pardon my impudence," said the disciple from Qianyuan in his nineties, bowing.

Kuang Yu waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Enough, enough. As you have all come here, you are esteemed guests of our Kuang Clan. Regardless of any grievances, I hope you will consider the face of my Kuang Clan, shake hands and call it a truce. What do you think?"

"This..."

The four showed difficult expressions.

In their hearts, they thought, 'It's not your Kuang Clan's people who died, of course, you don't care.'

"Brother Kuang, your good intentions we truly appreciate. However, this boy killed two of our disciples from Qianyuan Holy Land; if we let him go, won't Qianyuan Holy Land be ridiculed?"

Kuang Yu shook his head, laughing, "You overthink. If this matter is settled, the world will only praise Qianyuan Holy Land's generosity and magnanimity; why would anyone ridicule you?"

The four understood clearly now, Kuang Yu was obviously siding with Chen Nan!

While Chen Nan himself was puzzled, having no ties with Kuang Yu, why was Kuang Yu helping him?

The disciples from Qianyuan Holy Land wore uncertain expressions, then the one in his nineties gritted his teeth, saying, "Brother Kuang, this is a personal vendetta between us and him. We wouldn't trouble Brother Kuang to mediate. I first extend thanks for Brother Kuang's graciousness and hope that Brother Kuang might give us some face."

"Your words are misplaced, misplaced indeed."

Kuang Yu laughed heartily, pointing at Chen Nan and the four, "All of you are esteemed guests of our Kuang Clan, and being in Genius City, our Kuang Clan naturally has the duty to resolve your disputes. How can we stand by?"

The expression of the four cooled. The disciple in his nineties immediately struck towards Chen Nan, saying, "Brother Kuang, I must kill this person!"

"Pa..."

Gang Wind scattered as Kuang Yu waved his sleeve, blocking his attack against Chen Nan.

Coldly sweeping his eyes over the four, Kuang Yu's expression hardened, frowning, "Four Dao friends, you truly won't extend me any face?"

Meeting Kuang Yu's gaze, the four instinctively stepped back two steps, a weaker's fear of the stronger.

Kuang Yu's cultivation was terrifying, even the disciple in his nineties felt himself as weak as an ant before Kuang Yu after the previous move; if the opponent wished him dead, a mere finger movement would suffice.

"Since Brother Kuang has said so, how can we not give face to Brother Kuang?" The four could only yield helplessly.

Kuang Yu nodded, sweeping his gaze around, firmly saying, "Since you are all reasonable individuals, Kuang Yu here thanks you. I hope the four will act accordingly, and at least in this Genius City, refrain from troubling this young brother, or Kuang Yu will not agree."

Though they were from Qianyuan Holy Land, Kuang Yu gave them no face whatsoever, showcasing the Kuang Clan's dominance.

"There's no need to worry, Brother Kuang. Having agreed, we'll naturally honor our promise." The four bowed, somewhat annoyed, then turned to leave.

"A misunderstanding, let everyone disperse."

Kuang Yu glanced at the surrounding spectators, waved his hand, and said.

With Kuang Yu's words, none dared linger, hastily turning towards the courtyard entrance.

Once Kuang Yu was all that remained, only Chen Nan and the Black Feathered Chicken were left.

"Thank you, senior, for resolving the conflict."

Chen Nan stepped forward two steps, bowing deeply, aware that Kuang Yu's appearance was no coincidence given his predicament.

"Revealing one's sharpness is not wise, take care of yourself." Kuang Yu glanced at him briefly, then vanished into the distance with a flash.

The Black Feathered Chicken poked its head with its wing and asked, "Do you know him?"

Chen Nan shook his head, "No."

"Why did he help you then?"

"I wish I knew, but he's already gone." Chen Nan shrugged, stepping towards South Mansion.

The earlier spectators hadn't gone far, and seeing Chen Nan enter South Mansion, many widened their eyes.

He was residing in the South Mansion of the VIP courtyard!

In the Tao Realm, it was customary to regard the south as noble; in terms of the VIP courtyard, South Mansion was the most esteemed place.

Even Qianyuan Holy Land could only reside in the North Mansion, while he stayed in South Mansion!

No wonder the Kuang Clan intervened for him; it turns out this guy isn't merely a Loose Cultivator. But what's his real identity?

Everyone was filled with curiosity.

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