There's a good show coming.

Inside the Holy Hall, within the Walking Hall.

The Hall Master watched as Wen Zhixin submitted the completed task, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"He actually completed it?"

The Hall Master couldn't help but chuckle.

"I suppose that Zhou Ziming must be filled with resentment in his heart after killing his beloved friends and Family."

But then, the Hall Master began to laugh.

"It's good that he has resentment; that's exactly what the person above wants to see!"

"As long as Zhou Ziming violates the rules of the Holy Hall, he will be at my mercy. This is also part of the arrangement from above!"

Thinking of this, the Hall Master directly sent a voice transmission to Wen Zhixin.

He ordered Wen Zhixin to bring Zhou Ziming to the Walking Hall to report, and then to serve as his miserable Vice Hall Master.

He even began arranging people to prepare a show of force for Zhou Ziming.

Matters within the Holy Hall naturally could not be hidden from the other Directors of the Holy Hall.

The First Division Chief was a little boy.

Don't let his small size fool you.

But this little boy was already over three thousand years old.

A Director over three thousand years old could be considered a supreme Genius.

The little boy looked at Zhou Ziming's file and the things he had done previously, and couldn't help but curl his lip.

"A bunch of children from big Families, now serving as Directors, actually scheming against a Spirit Forging Disciple—they have no shame!"

The First Division Chief even looked at his subordinate.

"I know a little about the grudge between Zhou Ziming and the Fifth Division Head, but does he have any feud with the Second Division Head?"

The First Division Chief's subordinate shook his head.

"According to my investigation, there doesn't seem to be any feud. In fact, Zhou Ziming and the Second Division Head have never even met!"

The First Division Chief didn't understand.

"If that's the case, then what kind of madness has seized the Second Division Head?"

The subordinate was speechless.

That is a Director; is that something I should be commenting on?

So, he simply remained silent.

The First Division Chief frowned at this moment.

"Making Zhou Ziming kill his own relatives—this mission was issued by the Second Division Head. She is trying to destroy Zhou Ziming's Dao Heart and twist his Heart-Nature. This mission is truly too sinister!"

"This doesn't look like they have no connection. No matter how you look at it, it seems like the methods of a vicious woman taking revenge on her husband!"

The subordinate: "..."

The First Division Chief suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"If this is really the case, then after Zhou Ziming arrives at the Walking Hall, he will likely encounter many unpleasant things!"

The First Division Chief hesitated for a moment.

"It is inconvenient for me to intervene, so you go and keep an eye on things. If Zhou Ziming really encounters any difficulties, give him a hand!"

The subordinate frowned.

"But sir, are you sure you want to go against the Second Division Head?"

"Besides, if you don't explicitly protect Zhou Ziming, we won't be helping him—we'll be adding fuel to the fire!"

The First Division Chief became a bit irritated.

"Damn it, so much trouble!"

But the First Division Chief had no way to publicly declare he would protect Zhou Ziming.

Mainly because his Family and the Second Division Head's Family were too closely associated.

And the Second Division Head was also a core figure in their current Family.

"Can't you just go secretly?"

The subordinate sighed.

"Sir, our Families and the Second Division Head's Family interact frequently; who doesn't know who?"

"I fear that as soon as I intervene, she will know whose subordinate I am!"

"However, sir, you don't need to worry too much. Zhou Ziming is a Disciple favored by the Ninth Division Head. I think the Ninth Division Head will definitely not watch Zhou Ziming get bullied!"

The First Division Chief nodded.

But then he complained again.

"What a terrible world!"

The First Division Chief's subordinate remained silent.

Because he was used to it.

The First Division Chief had complained more than once that if he hadn't made a mistake, he would probably be a Holy Land Disciple by now.

It was just a pity that he had offended a Holy Land Saint and been thrown to this place.

The Third Division Head and the Fourth Division Head were playing chess.

The Third Division Head looked very elegant, with a lotus mark on his forehead, and a rather feminine appearance; he even looked like a sickly, incompetent husband.

The Fourth Division Head was burly and rough, and combined with the stubble on his face, he gave off a sense of weathering; even his thick fingers holding the small chess piece felt incongruous.

The Third Division Head placed a piece.

Then he asked.

"A single Zhou Ziming has actually attracted so much attention. It seems this Zhou Ziming is no ordinary person!"

The Fourth Division Head shook his head.

"No matter how extraordinary he is, he is ultimately just Spirit Forging. No matter how much of a Genius he is, if he dies, nothing remains. In this world, only those who survive are Geniuses!"

The Third Division Head agreed with this.

However, the Third Division Head still wanted to ask.

"Are you not planning to intervene?"

The Fourth Division Head frowned.

"The Second is not easy to deal with, and her relationship with the Holy Land is somewhat close!"

Speaking of this, the Fourth Division Head couldn't help but look at the Third Division Head.

"That's not right. By all accounts, you are the one who hates such things the most; why are you so quiet today?"

The Third sighed.

"My mother specifically instructed me not to interfere in Zhou Ziming's affairs. I dare not disobey!"

The Fourth Division Head was a bit surprised.

"Oh, even your Family won't let you help? I am actually becoming a bit curious about this person, Zhou Ziming."

"However, I plan to watch a bit longer."

After speaking, the two continued their chess game.

The Sixth Division Head and the Eighth Division Head were currently taking an attitude of indifference.

Of course, they were also watching.

Treating it all as a good show.

But the Seventh Division Head, who was far away at the frontier, was different from everyone else.

Because he was at the frontier killing the Demon Race.

At first, life was indeed quite miserable.

But as he kept killing, the Seventh Division Head thought the Demon Race was finished and that he was awesome.

But gradually, the Seventh Division Head noticed something wrong.

Because he discovered that the Demon Race had been a bit quiet lately.

Some Demon Race even started to withdraw their troops.

Not only that, he actually discovered that the Demon Race had started to gradually reduce their killing.

The Seventh Division Head felt this matter was very strange, so he had people investigate.

As a result, after an investigation, cold sweat broke out on the Seventh Division Head.

"Old Devil Zhou? The Lightning Killing God, the Rainy Night Grim Reaper!"

"All these titles belong to Zhou Ziming?"

The Seventh Division Head was dumbfounded.

What exactly did this Zhou Ziming do on Demon Hunting Island?

How did he make the Demon Race at the frontier withdraw their troops?

Just him alone, having such great power?

The most terrifying thing was that now there was no Demon Hunting Island; Demon Hunting Island had been conquered by Zhou Ziming!

The Seventh Division Head was stunned.

"No, he is just Spirit Forging, how did he manage that?"

But then, the Seventh Division Head suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Zhou Ziming conquered Demon Hunting Island; would he be willing to just give it up?"

"I fear Zhou Ziming and the Holy Lord have some issues!"

"The Holy Lord wants to groom Zhou Ziming!"

Although the Seventh Division Head had decent strength, he never underestimated anyone.

It was precisely because of this trait of not underestimating others that his mind was calm enough to analyze these things.

Of course, the most crucial point was that he felt there was something wrong with Zhou Ziming himself.

He had carefully studied Zhou Ziming.

He discovered that ever since Zhou Ziming started practicing the Dao, he had been suppressed.

But the more you suppressed him, the stronger Zhou Ziming became.

The more this happened, the more he wanted to understand Zhou Ziming.

"Come here, come here! Tell the brothers in the Holy Hall to protect Zhou Ziming. If that doesn't work, follow Zhou Ziming's orders!"