The three thugs cried out in shock, rushing to within half a meter of Brian Young, but their bodies froze, not daring to make a move.

Because at this moment, Brian Young exuded the aura of a true master.

Although he had lost his magical power, with the help of the green land in the "Xianhong Space," he possessed the powerful physique of a cultivator at the Concentration Stage, far stronger than an ordinary person.

"You three useless fools..."

Uncle Eight was so angry he almost spat blood.

Bang!

Suddenly, Brian Young threw a punch, sending the nearest thug flying.

The force was so great that the thug lay on the ground, barely alive, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The other two thugs were instantly scared out of their wits, not knowing what to do.

Thud!

Brian Young swept his leg around, knocking down the remaining two thugs.

With a crisp "crack," both thugs' legs were broken.

In less than three breaths, Brian Young had crippled all three thugs.

"This... how is this possible?"

Uncle Eight's face was drained of color, staring in disbelief at this "number one good-for-nothing of the family."

He had never expected that even after losing his powers, Brian Young would still possess such formidable strength, enough to deal with a group of rabble.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

Brian Young's gaze was sharp as a blade, intimidating and fierce.

"You... you think I'm afraid of you? You're just a cripple who lost his powers, I don't even see you as a threat!"

Uncle Eight blustered, but his body retreated as he spoke.

"Hahaha... You, a mere beginner cultivator at the Qi Refining stage, dare to show off in front of me? In the past, I could have destroyed you with just a flick of my finger."

Brian Young laughed loudly.

"Hmph, even if you don't say it, I already know who sent you."

Brian Young advanced on Uncle Eight step by step, exerting immense pressure on him.

"That mastermind behind the scenes, is it that fool Fatty Li?" A strange smile appeared on Brian Young's face.

"You, you..."

Uncle Eight cried out in shock, his expression changing dramatically, clearly caught off guard by Brian Young's words.

"Stay where you are! If you come any closer, I'll strike!"

Uncle Eight looked terrified, spiritual light flickering in his hand as the fire element in the air suddenly became active, gradually condensing into a fireball.

"Heh, it takes you this long just to cast a simple Fireball Spell."

Brian Young sneered coldly, clearly seeing that Uncle Eight was a half-baked cultivator.

Suddenly, a talisman appeared in his hand. He bit his finger, letting blood splatter onto the talisman.

Then, with a low shout, he flicked the talisman out. In the air, it transformed into a fireball and struck Uncle Eight first.

Bang!

Flames instantly erupted on Uncle Eight's body, and he rolled on the ground, screaming in pain.

Brian Young looked at Uncle Eight with a cold expression, then took out a few more talismans.

"Spare me, sir, please spare me!"

As the flames on his body died down a bit, Uncle Eight saw Brian Young's actions and began to cry and beg.

"Tell me, how should I deal with you lackeys?"

Brian Young said leisurely.

Chapter 011: Ice Magic

Uncle Eight's body was charred black by the flames, smoke rising from him. Hearing Brian Young's words, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed, begging for mercy:

"Please spare me, sir! I was blind and failed to recognize your greatness!"

The other three thugs, even though they had been crippled by Brian Young and were barely alive, also lay on the ground begging for mercy.

"Young master..."

The two maids in the courtyard were pale with fright. Seeing Brian Young subdue these thugs, they still looked shaken.

Just as Brian Young was about to speak, a gentle male voice suddenly sounded behind him:

"So you are the son of Yang Tian? Not bad, not bad..."

Hearing the voice, Brian Young's expression changed dramatically. He turned around and saw that, without a sound, a middle-aged scholar had appeared in the courtyard.

This middle-aged scholar was handsome and refined, holding a folding fan, his expression gentle. One could imagine how dashing he must have been in his youth.

He wore a slight smile as he sized up Brian Young.

"Who are you? How do you know my father's name?"

Brian Young asked instinctively.

Looking closely, Brian Young immediately recognized the identity of this middle-aged scholar—he was the very Mr. Brooks who had appeared at today's "Wen Tian Conference."

This Mr. Brooks had come to Yang Fortress with the young master of the Yang family from the capital, his strength unfathomable.

"Heh, I am David Brooks, you may call me Mr. Brooks."

The Brooks-surnamed scholar walked slowly into the courtyard with his hands behind his back, his eyes never leaving Brian Young's face. He sighed softly, "You look so much like him..."

Brian Young was slightly startled, immediately showing a guarded expression, thinking to himself, "This man is from the Yang family in the capital and knows my father's name. Could he be one of my father's enemies?"

"May I ask, Mr. Brooks, what brings you here?"

Brian Young asked calmly.

Mr. Brooks smiled and said, "I came to visit an old friend's son. Back in the capital's Yang family, I had already heard of the once-in-a-century genius from the southern neighbor's Yang family... What a pity, fate is so strange. When I arrived here, you had already suffered misfortune, and the genius had fallen."

"So Mr. Brooks is an old friend of my father. Could it be that you came to Yang Fortress just to see me?"