Blood was spilling from Zhang Wuji's chest, blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were wide open.
But he wasn't dead yet, and he watched helplessly as his own father died in front of him.
"Zhang Wuji! It's all your fault, you traitor! You caused the death of Fifth Uncle!"
Song Qingshu noticed the situation and glared angrily at Zhang Wuji.
laugh!
Song Qingshu drew his sword.
Strangely, however, no blood spurted from the wounds on Zhang Wuji's body.
"ah!!!"
Zhang Wuji suddenly shouted, and golden light shone from his body.
Abbess Miejue exclaimed in surprise, "It's the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill! Wasn't he drained dry?"
Murong Fu's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he said, "This is the highest level of the Nine Yang Divine Skill. It is inexhaustible, with an endless supply of internal energy. Even if it is drained, it will quickly regenerate. I didn't expect this wicked disciple to have such good martial arts talent."
Another instant.
Three flowers appeared above Zhang Wuji's head, resembling peonies, chrysanthemums, and lotuses, exceptionally beautiful.
"Three Flowers Gathering at the Top? This kid is about to advance to Grandmaster?"
Everyone was stunned.
This is allowed?
However.
The next moment.
A large hand pressed down on Zhang Wuji's head.
The three flowers were shattered, the primordial energy of heaven and earth dissipated, and everything came to an abrupt end.
Zhang Wuji also suffered a backlash from his internal energy due to the interruption of his advancement, vomiting three liters of blood.
Zhang Wuji bled from all seven orifices, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Murong Fu.
"Such a depraved and insane person dares to dream of breaking through to the Grandmaster level?" Murong Fu said solemnly, "If I were to let you go unpunished, it would be my fault!"
"Today! I, on behalf of Heaven, will act righteously and vanquish demons!"
After Murong Fu finished speaking in a stern voice, an invisible hand grabbed Zhang Wuji and squeezed him tightly.
BOOM!!!
Zhang Wuji turned directly into a blood mist and vanished into the world.
Murong Fu murmured, "Humans were born of heaven and earth, and now they are returning to heaven and earth, turning into nourishment. It can be said that they have come to an end."
Everyone was stunned.
Such a large, living person, a powerful martial artist who was about to advance to the Grandmaster level, was just crushed into a bloody mist like that?
So, what exactly is Murong Fu's cultivation level?
Are Grandmasters really that strong?
Could it be above the Grandmaster level?
In a short time.
No one dared to look directly at Murong Fu, fearing they too would be crushed into a bloody mist.
Only Murong Fu's women looked up to him with adoration.
This is their husband, so powerful!
Murong Fu looked at Zhang Cuishan's corpse and asked, "Do you need me to do your part and reunite Zhang Wuxia with his unfilial son?"
Song Yuanqiao quickly shook his head and said, "No need! Thank you, Young Master Murong! We want to take Fifth Junior Brother's body back to Wudang Mountain so that Master can see him one last time."
"In that case, I won't see you off."
Murong Fu looked at them with a faint smile.
The Wudang Sect members quickly packed their things and went down the mountain.
soon.
Only Murong Fu and his group, along with the Ming Cult's high-ranking members, remained in the main hall.
"Young Master Murong, we..."
The White-browed Eagle King spoke with a complicated expression.
Murong Fu glanced around and said calmly, "From this day forward, I am the Venerable King of Light. Only I have the authority to appoint the leader of the Ming Cult. Do any of you have any objections?"
The voice was very flat, but everyone could tell there was no doubt about it.
"No! We have no objections!"
Everyone shook their heads in unison, showing no objection whatsoever, but rather revealing excitement.
With such a supreme martial arts master as the Venerable King, the Ming Cult is poised for a rise!
"Venerable King of Light, then who should be the leader of the sect?"
The old monk among the five wandering monks couldn't speak, so he asked awkwardly.
Zhou Dian, one of the Five Wanderers, patted his chest and said, "I think it would be better if I took the place. I have no skills, but I have a heart full of reverence for the Ming King."
"It's not like anyone doesn't have one. I'm willing to give my life for the leader!"
It can't be said immediately.
Abbess Miejue pointed at Yang Xiao and said, "Husband, I want him dead!"
"don't want!"
Yang Buhui immediately knelt down and hugged Murong Fu's leg, pleading, "Don't kill my father!"
Yang Xiao, however, just smiled nonchalantly.
"No regrets, there's no need for that!"
"Just like your name, your father has no regrets in this life. Even if he had to do it all over again, he would still marry your mother."
"Since the nun wants my life, then so be it."
As Yang Xiao spoke, he closed his eyes.
Seeing this, Abbess Miejue frowned, then suddenly smiled, "This humble nun suddenly doesn't want to kill you anymore..."
Yang Buhui immediately exclaimed with delight, "Really? Thank you, Master!"
Abbess Miejue sneered, "I haven't finished yet. Although I won't kill your father, I will sever his Achilles tendons and cripple his dantian, making him a cripple!"
Murong Fu reached out and stopped Miejue by the waist, laughing, "Killing isn't the best solution. Watching the enemy live in agony is a kind of enjoyment, isn't it?"
Abbess Miejue blushed slightly, let out a soft moan, and obediently nodded.
but.
When Abbess Miejue looked up at Yang Buhui, her expression changed, and she said coldly:
"Yang Buhui, go and sever your father's Achilles tendons, or I will kill him!"
Such a contrasting scene made everyone secretly admire Murong Fu's charm, which was able to make such a ruthless person as Abbess Miejue so docile.
Yang Xiao smiled bitterly; at this moment, he truly wished he could kill himself.
However, the thought of dying and leaving his daughter Yang Buhui alone, and not knowing what kind of humiliation she would suffer, made him realize the immense pain he would feel.
For my daughter's sake, I must live on, even if it means living a painful life!
Sometimes, living is more painful than dying!
"Father, I..."
Yang Buhui held the sword tremblingly, unable to bring herself to strike.
"No regrets, let's do it."
Yang Xiao shouted.
"ah!!"
Yang Buhui burst into tears as the sword slashed at Yang Xiao's Achilles tendon.
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