The leader of the cultivators surged forward, his oppressive aura at the sixth level of Qi Condensation flaring. "You talk too much, stranger. It's time you give us what you have!" He thrust his fist swiftly towards the Fifth Lord's chest, channeling his spiritual energy to deliver a powerful blow.

However, the Fifth Lord, with a quick motion, dodged the strike as if it were nothing. He retaliated with a swift punch to the leader's face, causing him to stumble back, his steps faltering. "Not bad, but I expected more!" the Fifth Lord said, evading another blow from a man at the fifth level of Qi Condensation.

The second man attempted to attack with a spiritual sword, but the Fifth Lord leapt into the air, causing the sword to swipe below his feet. He landed lightly on the ground and struck the man on the back with his elbow, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Two down, who's next?" the Fifth Lord taunted, dodging a third attack from a man at the fourth level. The crowd surrounding the scene watched with awe and excitement. They had never seen someone face five cultivators of varying levels with such ease and mirth.

The third and fourth men decided to attack together, using spiritual spells to try and pin the Fifth Lord in place. But the moment he felt the energy surrounding him, he let out a hearty laugh and began spinning his body rapidly, creating a whirlwind that dispersed the energy away from him.

"Oh, come on, you can do better than this!" he mocked before pouncing on the third man and striking him in the stomach, causing him to vomit and fall to his knees.

The fourth man struggled to gather his energy for a final attack, but the Fifth Lord was quicker. He approached and delivered a swift strike to the man's face, causing him to fall to the ground beside his comrades.

The leader, still trying to regain his balance, finally rose, seething with indescribable rage. "That's enough!" he shouted, channeling all his energy into one powerful attack.

Yet, with a simple movement, the Fifth Lord dodged the attack, grabbed the leader's arm, and threw him into the air with a single blow. The leader landed far away, crashing into a fruit cart and collapsing amidst scattered oranges.

The Fifth Lord laughed heartily, "What a fight! I really enjoyed it!" He turned to the old man, who stood stunned by what had transpired. "Are you alright, old man?"

The old man, trembling with fear and shock, slowly nodded and said, "I... I can't believe what I just saw. Thank you!"

The Fifth Lord smiled and said, "No thanks necessary. They needed to learn a lesson, and they've learned it now." Then he called out loudly to the cultivators still writhing on the ground, "Alright, friends, I have a simple question for all of you: Who am I?"

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The cultivators exchanged confused looks, each trying to answer in a way that would please the madman standing before them. The first, at the third level of Qi Condensation, raised his hand timidly and said, "You... you are a hidden master."

The Fifth Lord shook his head in disappointment and said, "Wrong answer!" He looked at the cultivator with a wicked smile.

"Wait, what... what do you want to do? Leader, save me, please...!"

Then he quickly turned and formed a special gesture with his fingers. "The Deadly Back Strike!" The man at the third level of Qi Condensation flew into the air and crashed against the market wall.

He cried out in pain, "Ah, no! My spine!"

The Fifth Lord smiled and asked, "Who's next?"

Before looking at the next man lying nearby, the man at the fourth level of Qi Condensation forced a smile that was uglier than a cry. He stammered, "You... you are a powerful sect master out training, right?"

The Fifth Lord smiled but shook his head and said, "Incorrect!" He turned again, delivering another Deadly Back Strike, sending the man spinning through the air like a broken doll and landing him in a cart filled with vegetables.

Tomatoes rolled everywhere, and the man screamed, "No! Tomatoes in my eyes!"

The Fifth Lord moved lightly toward the third man and said with a broad smile, "What about you? Do you know who I am?"

The third man, at the fifth level, started crying and said, "You... you are the God of Death by the Back?"

The Fifth Lord laughed loudly and said, "Oh, that's very close, but still wrong!" He delivered a powerful back strike, sending the man spinning through the air and landing in a dirty puddle.

Standing in the middle of the market, the Fifth Lord smiled broadly as he looked at the cultivator leader at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, who was now standing a few meters away, trembling uncontrollably. The leader had lost all his courage, his eyes seeming ready to leap from their sockets in fear. The leader began to sob in a trembling voice, "Please... don't come any closer! I... I have hemorrhoids!"

The Fifth Lord paused for a moment, surprised by this unexpected declaration. Then he began to laugh uncontrollably, bending forward as he clutched his stomach. "Hemorrhoids? Oh, heavens! I've heard many excuses in my life, but this is certainly the best!"

A bystander raised an eyebrow and said to his neighbor, "Did he just say he has hemorrhoids?"

His neighbor replied, trying to stifle his laughter, "Yes, it seems he thinks that will save him from the young expert."

The Fifth Lord approached the quivering leader with slow, deliberate steps and said with a sly smile, "Oh, don't worry, my friend. I promise the Deadly Back Strike will be the ultimate cure for your problem!"

The leader began to scream hysterically, "No! Please, no! I have medical issues! The doctor said I need rest! I can't take this!"

But the Fifth Lord didn't stop. He gracefully turned his body, assuming a stance to deliver the Deadly Back Strike, causing everyone in the market to laugh and scream in anticipation.

The leader screamed at the top of his lungs, "Motheeeeer!"

In a single moment, the Fifth Lord executed his famous move. He moved at lightning speed, delivering the back strike to the leader. The leader flew into the air, screaming hysterically as he spun like a doll in the wind, then fell into a pile of rice, writhing in pain and groaning.

The crowd cheered and laughed wildly. Someone said, "I think the Deadly Back Strike might also be a cure for hemorrhoids!"

The Fifth Lord laughed heartily and said, "Well, it seems I've become a doctor now!" Then he gave one last look at the writhing leader and pointed at him, saying, "Remember, if you want to avoid pain next time, it's better to be a back than a mouth!"