"On the authority of the Daoyi Sect alone?"

A deeper sneer surfaced on Zhang Bin's face. He was no longer the Zhang Bin of the past. He had already reached the Initial Liquid Realm in his cultivation and had long prepared an Array Plate for a situation just like this.

At this moment, he deeply understood the meaning of the saying: A good man is bullied, a kind horse is ridden. It was because his fictional Taiqing Sect never sent any powerful experts to reclaim his Flying Sword from the Daoyi Sect. That was why they'd sold it and were now back at his door to bully him again. They wanted to push him to his death, to force him to submit to that bitch Hanbing Yun. All their reasons for punishing him were nothing but high-and-mighty excuses.

So, he couldn't even be bothered to defend himself.

"You have some nerve..."

Fei Yiming's face was filled with rage. In all his years of representing the Daoyi Sect and punishing hundreds of cultivators, he had never met one who dared to resist. He certainly had never met a cultivator so brazen as to hold the Daoyi Sect in such contempt. But today, he had.

"My nerve is nothing compared to yours. Your audacity is boundless. You seized my Spiritual Medicine and Flying Sword, auctioned them off at the Hero Auction, and divided thousands of dollars worth of my wealth among yourselves," Zhang Bin said with a cold laugh. "The Daoyi Sect... I see no reason for a sect like that to exist."

"Fool! Once your treasures were confiscated, they naturally belonged to the Daoyi Sect. How the sect deals with them is none of your business," Fei Yiming arrogantly declared. "The Daoyi Sect is one of the nation's most critical sects, an existence akin to a nuclear weapon, upon which the country's security relies. You, a mere cultivator, dare to spout such nonsense here. Your crime is heinous."

A sinister, malicious smile appeared on his face as he pressed, "Zhang Bin, I ask you, do you refuse to accept the Daoyi Sect's punishment? Are you going to resist?"

"That's right. I don't accept your punishment. I will resist to the end." Zhang Bin shrugged, his expression nonchalant.

"In that case, I hereby declare that for refusing to accept the Daoyi Sect's punishment, Zhang Bin shall be executed on the spot!" Fei Yiming's voice was charged with murderous intent.

Zhang Bin's relatives and the villagers of Sanchahe Village were both furious and terrified. The Daoyi Sect is so tyrannical that they would execute someone just for refusing punishment? Can Zhang Bin withstand Fei Yiming's attack? Fei Yiming is an expert at the Initial Stage of Gold Core, an existence on par with an immortal!

Zhang Bin, however, just laughed coldly, looking at Fei Yiming as if he were already a dead man, simply waiting for him to make his move.

And Fei Yiming did indeed make his move. His mouth suddenly opened wide, and a razor-sharp Flying Sword shot out like a bolt of lightning, heading straight for Zhang Bin's brow. Based on the latest intelligence, he knew Zhang Bin was a miraculous doctor who wouldn't die even if his heart was pierced. Therefore, he chose to attack Zhang Bin's head.

Everyone was gripped by a mixture of shock and anger, their faces turning ashen. Zhang Bin's relatives and girlfriends were nearly scared to death, their hearts filled with despair and grief.

But then, something unbelievable happened.

The Flying Sword had barely left his mouth when it clanked to the ground, completely immobile.

Zhang Bin stepped on the Flying Sword and said with derision, "An ant like you dares to commit murder?"

"How is this possible? How? Why did my Flying Sword fall to the ground?" Fei Yiming's face was a mask of shock and disbelief as cold sweat poured down his forehead.

The numerous villagers were also surprised and confused, their faces filled with puzzlement. They didn't understand what had just happened. Why did their opponent's Flying Sword just fall to the ground? Then, understanding dawned on them. It must have been because Zhang Bin had used some Daoist Magic. The reason he hadn't dared to resist last time, watching helplessly as they took his Flying Sword and Spiritual Medicine, was because he hadn't been strong enough. Now, however, he had grown much stronger. Even cultivators at the Initial Stage of the Gold Core Realm were no match for him, so he would no longer allow himself to be bullied.

As for Zhang Bin's family and lovers, they knew it was the Array Plate he had told them about. They were secretly delighted and stunned. With such a powerful Array Plate, no one would ever dare to bully Zhang Bin again.

"You fool, get on your knees for me," Zhang Bin shouted, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"In your dreams! I'll kill you right now!"

Enraged, Fei Yiming raised his hand, and an ordinary longsword appeared in his grip. He lifted it high, ready to unleash his Sword Qi and annihilate Zhang Bin.

But suddenly, his expression changed drastically. He felt an immense force, heavy as a mountain, pressing down on both his body and his sword. The longsword in his hand became heavier than a mountain peak, and he instantly lost his grip. With a clang, it fell to the ground. His body also began to bend, inch by painful inch.

"Aaaargh!" He screamed wildly, exerting all his might. His face turned beet-red as beads of sweat erupted from his skin like gushing springs. The True Qi in his body surged as he tried to resist the terrifying gravity.

Cultivators at the Golden Core Realm possessed terrifying strength, capable of peaking at 32 N, and could reach speeds of up to 320 meters per second. Furthermore, they developed various Special Abilities, granting them miraculous powers. Fei Yiming, being a cultivator at the Initial Stage of Gold Core, was of course very powerful. He had several Special Abilities, including super speed, immense strength, and Telekinesis.

But at this moment, he was completely unable to withstand the horrific force pressing down on him. His body continued to bend, and his legs buckled rapidly.

Finally, with a thud, he knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling.

Sheer terror was written all over his face. He still couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. Zhang Bin hadn't even attacked him, yet here he was on his knees. He was a mighty expert who had cultivated to the Initial Stage of Gold Core, an existence like an immortal!

"You fool, weren't you so arrogant just now?" Zhang Bin said disdainfully, a look of scorn on his face. "Weren't you going to kill me? So why are you kneeling?"

"Zhang Bin, you... what kind of demonic art did you use? How dare you toy with me like this?" Fei Yiming roared, overcome with shame and anger, feeling utterly disgraced.

"Toying with you? You think too highly of yourself."

Zhang Bin sneered as he walked closer and kicked Fei Yiming square in the jaw.

CRACK!

The sound of breaking bone echoed as the man's jaw shattered, and he was sent flying backward, landing flat on his back. With the terrifying gravity still acting upon him, his fall was like a mountain collapsing. He slammed into the ground with a deafening boom, creating a deep, human-shaped crater.

"AAAARGH!" he shrieked mournfully. "Zhang Bin, you have some nerve! How dare you injure me? How dare you oppose the Daoyi Sect? You're finished! You'll die a miserable death!"

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