One Finger of Sword Light Slays the Big Dipper Seven‑Star Formation

Seeing this scene unfold, Mark Ma, who was leading the charge, shuddered. He knew his uncle-master Warren Yuan was a beast—crazy strong, crazy temper—but he never expected him to go this nuclear. One wrong word and the dude was ready to slice them all into human sushi.

Right now, even if Mark Ma wanted to play nice, he knew today was destined to end in a mess. Plus, Warren Yuan had already been kicked out of the Orthodox Unity Daoist Sect ages ago. If Mark Ma chickened out now, he’d be branded a disgrace when he got back to the sect—and probably get stomped by the elders. Backed into a corner, Mark Ma gritted his teeth, glared up, and said, “Uncle Warren, I’m still calling you ‘uncle-master’ out of respect. But if you insist on making us enemies, don’t think we Seven Stars of the Dipper are pushovers. You want to chop off my arms and gouge out my eyes? Good luck with that!”

Mark Ma finished, puffed up, and stood tall. The six guys behind him jumped up too. Sure, Warren Yuan was famous, but the Seven Stars of the Dipper had been rocking Jiangbei for years. Especially when all seven teamed up—people said the third generation of Orthodox Unity Daoist Sect would totally outshine the second. Even the old-timers gave them props.

Warren Yuan just squinted at them, totally unfazed. “Funny. Your masters never dared to come at me head-on, always scheming and playing dirty. But you kids have guts. Come on then! Today your uncle-master is in a good mood—let me teach you what it means to be a real man!”

Mark Ma’s brow tightened, fists clenched. Off to the side, May Wu suddenly yanked up her skirt and shouted, “Mark Ma! You Seven Stars are unbeatable together! That guy is just a traitor from your own sect—don’t hesitate, kill him! Wipe out everyone behind him, too!”

May Wu was so blinded by jealousy she’d lost her mind. All she wanted was to get her ‘queen bee’ status back. Seeing Mark Ma and the others hesitate, she figured her last line wasn’t spicy enough, so she screamed, “Mark Ma! If you help me crush these losers today, I’ll give myself to you—body and soul, no regrets!”

The whole crowd froze at her words—even Bill Wu looked surprised.

But for Mark Ma, it was like someone injected him with a shot of adrenaline. Ever since he’d first laid eyes on May Wu at Prosperity Tower, he’d been hooked.

The Orthodox Unity Daoist Sect usually preached purity and self-control, but every guy has his weaknesses. So when Bill Wu invited them to Peachvale for some ghost-hunting—and dangled a stay at Prosperity Tower—every one of the Seven Stars was secretly hyped, itching for a little action.

Of all seven, Mark Ma was the thirstiest. On the drive to Peachvale, he’d spotted a cute tollbooth girl on the highway and almost jumped out to drag her into the bushes—if Bill Wu hadn’t called them to hurry up to the banquet, things might’ve gotten wild.

The moment he stepped into Prosperity Tower and saw a woman like May Wu, Mark Ma’s inner caveman went into overdrive. He’d already fantasized about a thousand ways to get with her.

Now, with this hottie basically throwing herself at him, Mark Ma’s eyes went bloodshot, adrenaline pumping. All he could think was: win this fight, and tonight he’d have his way. Without a second thought, he whipped out his sword and slashed straight at Warren Yuan.

With Mark Ma making the first move, the other six didn’t dare slack off. After all, their opponent was uncle-master Warren Yuan—if you’re going to attack, you better go hard.

Everyone watching was glued to the action, eyes wide, not daring to blink.

The Seven Stars of the Dipper were famous for their swordplay. Seven guys working in sync, lining up in the Big Dipper Seven-Star Sword Formation—layer after layer, move after move, every strike packed with serious skill. Once they set up, even immortals would have a tough time breaking through.

Even Ryan Ling was shocked. He’d never seen a sword formation this badass before. Sweat beaded on his forehead for Warren Yuan—was uncle-master flexing too hard this time? Seven dudes, all jacked, versus one Warren. And he was already trapped inside the formation.

In a flash, Ryan shot Frank Qin a look: if Warren Yuan couldn’t hold out, Frank would jump in. With his zombie body, he should be able to take the hit.

But Warren Yuan totally read Ryan’s mind. He suddenly yelled, “Don’t help me! If I can’t handle these brats myself, I might as well quit the game for good!”

With that, Warren Yuan lunged into the fray. Blood-red sword in hand, he moved like water, weaving through the seven like a spring-loaded beast. His blade flickered like a wild snake.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Amid the wild clash of blades, Warren Yuan somehow took the upper hand. The so-called Big Dipper Seven-Star Sword Formation? He totally crushed it in seconds.

Ryan Ling was stunned. If he hadn’t busted out Lord Yama’s gear in his last fight with this old man, who knows who would’ve won.

The Seven Stars of the Dipper looked more and more freaked out. They knew Warren Yuan was a monster, but his sword skills were next-level. One guy versus seven, and he was still breezing through like it was child’s play.

Everyone watching was totally gobsmacked—especially May Wu, who bit her lip so hard it bled. She couldn’t believe she’d lost. Her fists were clenched so tight her knuckles went white.

Warren Yuan snorted, not even wanting to play anymore. “With sword skills like that, you guys dare run around Jiangbei acting tough? Go home and train for a few more years!” With a flick of his blade, several swords flew right out of their hands.

“Fall back, brothers!” Mark Ma didn’t dare go head-to-head with Warren Yuan anymore. He barked the order and retreated. The others scrambled back, gasping for breath and breaking out of the sword formation like they were running for their lives.

They tried to regroup, but now only three of them had swords—and every blade was chipped and busted, basically trash. The whole scene was a total train wreck.

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Warren Yuan looked at his juniors, almost feeling bad. “Seriously, people say the third generation of Orthodox Unity Daoist Sect will surpass the second? What a joke. With skills like yours, you’ll wreck the sect’s three-hundred-year legacy. Get out of Peachvale, go back to Jiangbei, and train hard. For old times’ sake, I’ll give you one more chance.”

“Th-thank you, Uncle Warren, for going easy on us. We’ll remember this lesson—we’ll head back to Jiangbei right now.” Mark Ma gulped and bowed, and the rest let out a sigh of relief.

“Didn’t expect Old Yuan to show some heart!” Jason Lin sniffed and sighed.

“Idiot!” Frank Qin muttered, nodding.

“You’re the idiot, Frank! Stop bullying me or I’ll mess you up!” Jason Lin snapped back, gritting his teeth.

“I-I meant idiot!” Frank Qin stammered, trying to switch it up but totally failing.

“Zombie, you’re out of line!” Jason Lin blushed, embarrassed in front of all his boys.

“Enough. His first ‘idiot’ was actually right, the second—well, I didn’t mean it that way.” Ryan Ling said, exasperated.

Frank Qin quickly nodded along.

“Whoa, bro, how’d you know?” Jason Lin looked totally baffled.

“Bro, this kind of IQ test is too much for me. Let’s just keep watching. I bet those Orthodox Unity Daoist Sect disciples are up to something shady.” Ryan Ling took a deep breath, thinking Warren Yuan was being way too soft—those seven didn’t deserve his mercy.

Sure enough, just as he finished, Warren Yuan let his guard down. Suddenly, led by Mark Ma, the Seven Stars of the Dipper whipped out a bluish jade stone radiating evil vibes, plastered with seven or eight ghost-suppressing talismans—all of which they tore off at once.

Then Mark Ma shouted, “Netherworld open, Hell arise, evil ghost appear, living perish! Crystal White, what are you waiting for? Go strangle that old bastard!”

A savage, greenish female ghost shot straight at Warren Yuan. He shuddered—totally didn’t expect this twist. Ghosts come in all levels, and this one was hardcore: fierce, full of murderous rage, the real deal. No way she’d be easy to handle.

Worse yet, Warren Yuan was caught totally off guard—he didn’t even have time to pull out a ghost-suppressing talisman. In a blink, the fierce ghost wrapped him up tight…