HDRDTH -Chapter 125 This Fish Pond Has a New Owner

The White Eagle masks erupted in blinding light.

Inside the living room, the air itself produced a piercing resonance. High-dimensional mental attacks struck directly at the soul.

Yu Xian stood in place, not even blinking.

The resonance—strong enough to completely destroy an ordinary person’s brain tissue—crashed into him and vanished without a trace.

“That’s it?” Yu Xian said coldly.

He lifted his right foot in his pink plastic slipper and stepped forward.

Tap.

The sound of the slipper hitting broken stone echoed sharply.

It overpowered the screaming resonance in the air.

The distorted furniture in the living room instantly returned to normal. The reversed clock hand clicked and resumed its normal forward motion.

The three white-robed figures all retreated slightly.

The central one tilted its head mechanically.

“Target immune to psychic resonance. Recalculating. Target classified as high-dimensional entity. Initiating physical annihilation.”

All three raised their right hands, purple-black energy spheres forming in their palms, aimed at Yu Xian.

He didn’t wait for them.

His right hand gripped the metal rod.

A flick of the wrist.

Basic fishing skill—rod snap.

An invisible force field lashed out from the tip of the rod, tearing through the air with a piercing sonic boom.

CRACK!

The leftmost white-robed figure didn’t even have time to react.

Its upper body exploded into nothingness.

No blood.

Only a scattered mist of purple-black energy.

Half of its white robe drifted gently onto the floor.

The remaining two figures froze for a fraction of a second.

Their system had no response protocol for this.

“Physical annihilation?” Yu Xian sneered.

He strode forward, the metal rod scraping across the floor and sparking violently.

“In my fish pond, you stray beasts… and you’re talking about physics?”

He swung the rod downward.

Straight at the rightmost figure.

The white-robed figure crossed its arms, trying to form a purple-black energy shield.

The rod hit.

Total devastation.

The shield shattered instantly. The metal rod smashed through the White Eagle mask and drove the head into the chest cavity.

The second figure dissolved into purple mist.

Only the central white-robed figure remained.

It finally understood something was wrong.

“Warning. Target energy level exceeds Olympus Project limits. Requesting—”

It didn’t finish.

Yu Xian was already in front of it.

His left hand shot out and gripped its neck.

There was no physical body—only an icy, intangible structure.

The dark red mark in his right palm lit up.

A domineering suction force erupted from his hand and poured directly into the white-robed figure.

Its floating body convulsed violently. Purple-black mist inside its mask churned madly, trying to escape—but it was locked in place.

“Requesting what?” Yu Xian stared at the White Eagle mask. “Asking your master to save you?”

His grip tightened.

Crackling sounds echoed from the mask.

“You treat Earth like a fish pond. Scoop whenever you want.”

Yu Xian’s voice echoed through the living room.

“Go back and tell your demon master this.”

“From today onward… this fish pond has a new owner.”

CRACK!

He crushed the neck.

The last white-robed figure exploded into mist—but before it could disperse, it was completely devoured by the dark red mark in Yu Xian’s palm.

Silence returned.

Only the wind outside the broken door remained.

Yu Xian tossed the metal rod aside and turned around.

Wang Fei was still half-collapsed on the sofa, staring at him blankly.

He walked over and looked at her torn pajama shoulder and blood at the corner of her mouth.

“You alright?” he asked.

Wang Fei shook her head, trying to stand—but her shoulder flared with pain.

“Don’t move.”

Yu Xian pressed her left shoulder.

The dark red mark in his palm flickered, and a warm current flowed into her body.

The pain vanished instantly, replaced by a soothing warmth.

“Mr. Yu…” Wang Fei’s eyes reddened.

“That Iron Mountain Lean was decent,” Yu Xian interrupted. His tone softened slightly. “But next time you run into something that doesn’t follow physics… don’t ram into it. You can’t win.”

Wang Fei nodded hard.

Yu Xian turned toward the staircase.

Su Wanyi was holding Su Xi tightly, both trembling.

When she saw him approach, her tension finally broke. Tears burst out.

“Xiao Yu…”

Yu Xian crouched and pulled both of them into his arms.

“It’s alright. I’m back.”

Su Xi peeked out from her mother’s arms, clutching Yu Xian’s worn undershirt.

“Uncle Yu… where did those bad guys in white go?”

“I chased them away,” Yu Xian said, patting her head.

Su Xi sniffled.

“They were so noisy… they kept calling my name inside my head.”

Yu Xian’s eyes darkened.

Coordinates.

Old Jiang was right.

The demons had already locked onto Su Xi and Wang Fei.

Tonight was only the advance team.

Next time… it would be the full invasion force.

He stood up and walked to the flowerbed, lifting Li Yao from the ground and bringing her back inside.

She was only drained—she would recover after rest.

Yu Xian placed her on the sofa.

He looked at the ruined living room.

The door was gone. Half the load-bearing wall had collapsed. Wind roared through the house.

This place was no longer livable.

His phone vibrated.

He answered.

Chu Feng’s voice came through, tense and urgent.