"You!" The young man blushed upon hearing this.

His master was a Saint Realm expert, not the strongest, but still an absolute powerhouse!

However, he was called a useless disciple by a demonic cultivator!

"You brat, how dare you insult my master?" the young man roared. "Today, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man moved, transforming into a streak of light and rushing straight at Zhang Xiaojiang!

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaojiang's face darkened, his killing intent fully revealed, and he threw a punch to meet the young man's attack!

In an instant, Zhang Xiaojiang's fist collided violently with the young man's fist!

The two terrifying forces collided, and the entire valley seemed to tremble.

"Thump thump thump!"

Zhang Xiaojiang took three steps back, his face slightly pale.

Although his body was strong, it was still just a mortal body. How could he possibly defeat a celestial cultivator?

The key point is that Zhang Xiaojiang could not detect a trace of true essence within his body.

Lacking true essence, how could his physical strength withstand the pressure of a cultivator?

At this moment, Zhang Xiaojiang had already begun to consider retreating.

The opponent before him was too powerful, and he was still recovering; leaving was the wise move.

"You brat, how dare you injure my senior brother!"

A deafening roar erupted from the side.

Immediately, a figure sped towards them from afar.

The young man moved with lightning speed, striking Zhang Xiaojiang's heart with a single palm strike!

Zhang Xiaojiang was instantly covered in blood, his body flying backward like a bird with broken wings, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Junior brother, stop!"

Upon seeing this, the boy's companion immediately shouted to stop him.

However, it was too late to undo the damage.

Zhang Xiaojiang's body drew an arc in the air before plummeting straight down!

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out, Zhang Xiaojiang's face was pale, his whole body was convulsing, and his breath was weak.

"Hmph, brat, your death is near!"

The young man slowly walked towards Zhang Xiaojiang, looked down at him, and coldly said, "My master is the head of the demonic cultivators, the supreme being in the demonic cultivation world!"

"Before your master, you are nothing but an ant!"

"Ants?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaojiang threw his head back and laughed wildly, retorting, "Fine, you call me an ant? Well then, I'll show you that I, Zhang Xiaojiang, am not the ant you speak of!"

"I, Zhang Xiaojiang, am a cultivator, a top cultivator in the Immortal Martial Continent!"

"Those so-called demonic cultivators are utterly insignificant in my eyes!"

"You demonic cultivators, you only become the lackeys of other cultivators by relying on evil and crooked methods!"

"Ridiculous! You are not even ants, yet you dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

Zhang Xiaojiang's words were like sharp arrows, piercing the boy's heart.

"you!"

The boy's face turned ashen as he pointed at Zhang Xiaojiang and roared, "You brat, how dare you insult my master! Your crime is unforgivable!"

"Is it appropriate for you to address your master by his name?"

"You worthless life are not worthy to utter his name!"

"Go to hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy raised his foot to stomp on Zhang Xiaojiang.

However, Zhang Xiaojiang was already prepared and dodged the attack with a swift movement.

"Hmph, dodge? How long can you dodge?" The young man sneered and threw another punch at Zhang Xiaojiang! This punch was filled with surging true energy, accompanied by endless gusts of wind.

If hit, even if Zhang Xiaojiang doesn't die, he will be seriously injured!

Zhang Xiaojiang's pupils constricted and his heart raced.

The boy's fist, carrying devastating force, slammed into Zhang Xiaojiang's shoulder.

A muffled thud was heard, and Zhang Xiaojiang's shoulder caved in deeply, the flesh a bloody mess!

Zhang Xiaojiang felt as if his bones were shattering, the pain penetrating to the bone marrow.

A mouthful of crimson blood gushed out, and bloodstains hung from the corner of Zhang Xiaojiang's mouth, making for an extremely tragic scene.

The young man had a smug look on his face.

"You brat, you're finished! How dare you hurt my junior brother? You're asking for trouble!"

Before he finished speaking, he took another step, intending to trample Zhang Xiaojiang into mincemeat.

However, at that moment, a terrifying energy fluctuation suddenly came from afar.

Streaks of lightning lashed down from the sky, tearing it into complete darkness.

"Damn it, someone has broken through the formation!"

The young man frowned, his eyes revealing a solemn expression.

Zhang Xiaojiang's heart sank.

Those who can trigger a tribulation lightning must be experts at the Great Luo level, or even cultivators!

After all, this mountain is thousands of meters away from the outside world!

How could a cultivator be hiding here?

Just then, the young man suddenly kicked Zhang Xiaojiang, knocking him to the ground.

Then, he pushed off the ground with both feet, used the momentum to leap up, and flew rapidly towards the place where the lightning intertwined!

"You brat, just die!"

The young man sneered and threw a punch with terrifying force.

Zhang Xiaojiang coughed up blood, his face was haggard, and despair flickered in his eyes.

He was powerless to resist the young man's offensive.

However... how could he willingly die here?

He still has a lot of unfinished business, a lot of grudges to avenge, and his fiancée is still waiting for him!

"No!"

Zhang Xiaojiang let out a roar, his eyes flashing with madness and determination.

Sharp sword energy emanated from his body, cutting the surrounding rocks into powder.

A flash of cold light appeared, and Zhang Xiaojiang, gripping a long sword, charged straight at the young man!

This sword was the magical weapon that was taken from Zhao Yu.

He was too weak to wield the sword.

"court death!"

The young man snorted coldly, stomped his foot, and charged towards Zhang Xiaojiang, launching a fierce punch!

Zhang Xiaojiang flashed forward, his sword tip aimed directly at the young man's throat. "Clang!"

The sword tip struck the fist, producing a crisp sound.

Zhang Xiaojiang's body was thrown into the air and crashed to the ground.

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