Watching these people walk away, Lu Zian casually tossed the Overlord Spear aside and turned his head to look at the path down the mountain.

At that moment, a cold laugh suddenly sounded behind him: "Hahaha..."

Lu Zian's expression changed, and he quickly grabbed the Overlord Spear next to him, immediately turning his head to look. However, the mountain behind him was empty, without a single person, and the origin of the laughter was unknown.

Lu Zian's heart pounded wildly; he couldn't even tell where the sound was coming from. Clearly, the visitor's strength was far superior to his own.

"Who goes there!" Lu Zian frowned tightly, looking around with a stern voice: "Is this trickery amusing? Since you're here, why not dare to show yourself?"

"Hahaha..." The laughter grew louder, accompanied by a cold voice: "Kid, your arrogance is much like mine when I was young. Too bad, your skills are far inferior to mine back then!"

Lu Zian's face turned frosty, speaking coldly: "Hmph, I've seen braggarts, but one as boastful as you is a first for me. If your skills are so strong, why not dare to show yourself?"

"Interesting! Very interesting!" With the laugh, a red shadow suddenly leapt out from the forest behind, reaching Lu Zian in just a few steps.

Seeing the visitor's speed, Lu Zian's expression changed again. From this alone, he knew the gap in their abilities was vast.

Looking closely at the visitor, it was a monk wearing a blood-red Kasaya, with fierce features and eyes filled with murderous intent. His entire being emanated endless killing intent, looking incredibly terrifying.

Lu Zian's heart jumped as he suddenly spoke sternly: "You must be the Bloody Monk?"

"Hahaha..." The monk was indeed the Bloody Monk, who laughed heartily, turning his head toward the distant mountainside: "Little Taoist, no need to look, Buddha Master isn't one to stoop to killing a junior."

Lu Zian glanced over, bewildered, asking: "Who is Your Excellency speaking to?"

"Hmph hmph hmph..." The Bloody Monk sneered coldly, scanning Lu Zian up and down, saying: "Not bad, not bad, a fine specimen indeed. No wonder that dog of a Heavenly Master would invest so much effort in you."

With that, the Bloody Monk suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Lu Zian's wrist.

Lu Zian's strength was formidable, but before the Bloody Monk, he was like a child with no power to resist. After the Bloody Monk seized his wrist, Lu Zian found himself unable to muster any strength, as if entirely under the monk's control, unable to resist.

"What are you doing?" Lu Zian exclaimed, feeling the Bloody Monk's overpowering strength to be quite ominous.

The Bloody Monk remained silent, merely pressing his fingers on Lu Zian's forehead several times, like he was feeling for bones. After finishing, the monk's eyes gleamed with a bright flash, nodding repeatedly: "That's right, that's right, no wonder, no wonder!"

Lu Zian was more bewildered, unsure of the meaning behind the monk's repeated phrase. Yet, being grasped like a helpless chick, unable to resist, made him feel humiliated. Ever since he had entered the Mainland, he had never suffered such a loss.

Previously, he always thought the people of the Mainland were weak. Among so many, only Cui Yulong and White Horse Chen San were barely adequate; the rest were not worth mentioning. He even felt that those so-called senior experts of the Mainland weren't that capable. But this time, humbled by the Bloody Monk, he finally realized the power of the Mainland people was fearsome; he simply hadn't encountered a true master before!

However, the Bloody Monk did not strike Lu Zian, releasing his grip after saying a few words. He scanned Lu Zian up and down again, sneering: "So, you're the one with the Seven Kills Fate, no wonder you're so murderous. It's said that when the Three Stars of Killing Wolf meet, chaos ensues. But to Buddha Master, the so-called Era of the Turmoil of the Three Stars of Sirius means nothing without absolute power!"

Any others present would be deeply shocked. The matter of the Era of the Three Stars of Sirius was known to many familiar with astral patterns. But who would have thought that Lu Zian was the one with the Seven Kills Fate. The Killing Wolf TriStar, Seven Kills Star, had already appeared!

Lu Zian frowned, not understanding the notion of the Era of the Turmoil of the Three Stars, so the monk's words made no sense to him.

"Your Excellency and my master are peers; the junior lost to you not due to lack of talent but merely inadequate practice time!" Lu Zian spoke sternly: "If the junior reaches your age, hmph, Your Excellency might not be a match for the junior!"

"You don't need to say such words to provoke me. The Buddha Master didn't intend to kill you, so what are you afraid of?" The Bloody Monk glanced at Lu Zian and said, "Didn't you want to find someone to spar with in martial arts? Well, the person you're waiting for is here. Go down and try him out."

Lu Zian was taken aback, then quickly turned his head to look. He saw a white-haired man slowly walking up the path from the mountain below. The white-haired man's movements were slow, but his speed wasn't; with each step, he covered a great distance. So, in no time, he had reached directly below the large rock.

"He's really here!" Lu Zian immediately grasped the Overlord Spear beside him, and when he looked back, the Bloody Monk was already gone.

Lu Zian's expression changed again; the Bloody Monk came abruptly and left abruptly. Given his strength, for the Bloody Monk to leave his side without making any sound truly astonished him. The Bloody Monk's strength was indeed unfathomable!

However, the Bloody Monk didn't make a move against Lu Zian, so he was only shaken, not overly worried. After all, his Master, Heavenly Master Lin Xuan Yue, was no weakling, surely not beneath this Bloody Monk!

Watching the white-haired man reach below the large rock, Lu Zian immediately let his energy sink to the Dantian and let out a long howl while directly throwing the Overlord Spear downward. Lu Zian had immense strength and great accuracy, so the spear landed right at the white-haired man's feet, blocking his path.

The Overlord Spear was about thirteen feet long and weighed about eighty or ninety pounds, undoubtedly a gigantic object. If such a large thing fell in front of a person, they'd surely be stunned. But the white-haired man was different; he seemed unafraid and slowly looked up in this direction.

The moonlight shone on the white-haired man's face, revealing skin with quite a few wrinkles. However, it was still discernible that this white-haired man was Ding San!

White-haired Ding San, after being taken on a trip to the Western Province by the Bloody Monk, carried an even stronger scent of blood. And now, he seemed to have entirely lost his humanity, like a wild beast. He knew no fear, no pain, only endless killing intent and a thirst for blood.

Seeing Ding San's appearance, Lu Zian felt his blood boiling. He had been in the Mainland for quite some time and never encountered a strong opponent. Of course, someone like the Bloody Monk was an exception, as he was entirely beyond his reach. However, this white-haired Ding San might very well be the first formidable opponent he encountered, which excited him greatly.

Lu Zian didn't hesitate at all and jumped directly from the top of the large rock. The rock was a dozen meters from the ground, but for Lu Zian, this height was of no consequence. As he landed, he forcefully struck the ground with his palm, using Vigor Power to counteract his falling momentum, smoothly touching down without any injury.

Opposite him, white-haired Ding San stared straight at Lu Zian, showing no surprise at him jumping from such a height. Instead, a murderous intent gradually rose in his eyes, like a beast, gazing intently at Lu Zian.

Seeing the look of white-haired Ding San, Lu Zian grew even more excited. He pointed at Ding San from afar and said loudly, "They say your martial arts are extraordinary. I, Lu Zian, have come to learn from you!"

As Lu Zian spoke, he posed, challenging white-haired Ding San.

White-haired Ding San didn't react at all, as if he didn't understand Lu Zian's words.

Lu Zian was somewhat surprised, thinking anyone would react to such words, right? But white-haired Ding San showed no reaction at all; what was going on?

"Do you dare fight me?" Lu Zian shouted once more, his challenge unmistakably clear.

White-haired Ding San didn't speak but walked towards Lu Zian, seemingly intending to answer Lu Zian's words with action.

"Hahaha..." Lu Zian laughed loudly, charging forward. He struck directly with a hand chop towards white-haired Ding San's chest.

Lu Zian had already heard from Wang Tian'an that white-haired Ding San was very strong. So, he dared not be reckless, holding back three parts of his strength, ready to switch techniques if needed to guard against Ding San's counterattack.

Unexpectedly, as he threw the punch, white-haired Ding San showed no intention of dodging, blocking, or counterattacking. Instead, he approached without even raising his arms.

Lu Zian couldn't help but be greatly surprised, suspecting that white-haired Ding San might have some strategy, so he held back more strength to guard against any counterattack.

But Ding San didn't counter; he merely allowed Lu Zian to punch his chest. Lu Zian used only half his strength, but it wasn't weak at all. Previously, with six parts of his strength, he had heavily injured Huangfu Ziyu. So even at half strength, it should have at least injured Ding San.

However, Ding San seemed to have no reaction to the punch. His body didn't even sway, let alone show any sign of pain.