"hiss!!"
Many people gasped in shock.
"Kongwen, this old Taoist priest cultivates his mind and body and does not kill. He has only crippled your martial arts. Do you accept this?"
As soon as Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he threw a punch into the void, striking Kong Wen's dantian.
Pfft!!
Kong Wen coughed up three liters of blood, his face turning deathly pale.
His dantian was shattered!
No one dared to speak; they all watched in trembling fear. Even a Grandmaster like Kong Wen had been crippled; these lackeys weren't even qualified to be cannon fodder.
"snort!"
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Kong Wen as if he were a dead dog, and casually threw him on the ground.
"Master, don't be angry. It's not worth ruining your health."
A handsome young man stepped forward to serve tea, smiling slightly.
"Hmm." Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly, took a sip of tea, and said earnestly, "Qingshu, read and learn carefully. When dealing with enemies, kill them if you can, and if you can't kill them, beat them so badly that even their own mothers wouldn't recognize them."
"Yes! Qing Shu understands!"
The handsome young man nodded excitedly.
The Seven Heroes of Wudang covered their faces in exasperation. Wasn't this setting a bad example for their disciples?
In the past, the Wudang Sect had few members, so killing some villains was not a big deal. But now that the sect is large and powerful, doing such things again would easily invite retaliation.
These elders weren't afraid of assassination, but the ordinary disciples were.
"Senior Brother Kongwen, are you alright?"
Only then did the Shaolin monks dare to step forward and protect Kong Wen.
Kong Wen looked pained, gritted his teeth and shook his head, "It's nothing..."
He uttered two words, but then immediately fainted.
"Okay, okay."
A clear, ethereal voice came from afar, followed by the sound of orderly footsteps, and countless soldiers holding long spears surrounded them.
"Master Zhang's martial arts are superb; I, the princess, admire them."
The newcomer wore a veil and was frail, yet exuded a suffocating aura of power—the kind of imposing presence cultivated by long-term positions of authority.
"The Princess of Ruyang?"
Zhang Sanfeng looked at her coldly, raised his hand, and an invisible hand lifted her up.
"Zhang Sanfeng! Release the princess! Or you will all die!"
Immediately, two middle-aged men, each wearing half a mask, stepped forward. They exuded a chilling aura that inspired fear and dread, as if they were lurking in the shadows.
Zhang Sanfeng sneered, "Elder Xuanming! I haven't settled the score with you for injuring my disciple's grand-disciple yet."
The two elders of Xuanming spoke coldly: "We have already laid gunpowder all over Wudang Mountain, and we also have an army of 100,000 surrounding this place. You don't want the Wudang Sect to be wiped out, do you?"
"I'll kill your mother!"
Zhang Sanfeng cursed and directly pulled the princess in front of him.
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