Xianyu Tong's death shocked many people.
The scene fell silent; for a moment, no one spoke.
Until the Emei Sect members and others cheered loudly.
Jing Xuan said loudly, "Young Master Murong has slain the arrogant villain and rid the people of a scourge. He is truly a great hero of our time!"
His junior sister chimed in, "Senior Sister is right. People like this, who are worse than pigs and dogs, deserve to be killed by everyone. Well done, Young Master Murong."
"Young Master Murong is a man of great benevolence and righteousness, a true hero!"
"Young Master Murong..."
Others quickly followed suit, and for a moment, there were sounds of flattery everywhere.
Murong Fu, however, remained calm and waved his hand, saying, "It was just a small favor, nothing to praise."
Those who originally wanted to cause trouble were now at a stalemate, unsure whether to take action or not.
Many people are watching the news and hoping he will step in to take charge.
“Amitabha!” Kong Wen hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward: “This old monk has something he would like to ask Zhang Wuxia.”
Zhang Cuishan cut to the chase, asking in return, "Does Master Kongwen want to know about the Dragon-Slaying Saber or Xie Xun's whereabouts?"
Kong Wen revealed a compassionate expression and said in a deep voice:
"The Dragon-Slaying Saber is a demonic blade that has caused immense harm to people."
Since its birth, countless heroes and warriors have gone mad for it. To prevent disaster in the martial arts world, this old monk wishes to bring it back to Shaolin Temple for purification.
Furthermore, Xie Xun has also fallen into demonic possession. If Zhang Wuxia knows Xie Xun's whereabouts, please inform him so that this old monk can bring him back to the temple for salvation.
"you……"
Zhang Cuishan had barely opened his mouth when someone interrupted him.
"Bullshit! I know better than anyone what kind of place Shaolin Temple is!" It turned out that Zhang Sanfeng had finally lost his temper and started cursing.
"Am I being too kind of old Taoist? Do you think you can mess with my 100th birthday celebration like some Tom, Dick, or Harry?"
"Zhang Sanfeng, don't be so arrogant. There are thousands of us..."
Immediately, people in the crowd started hurling insults at each other.
"So what if I'm arrogant? Stop hiding and showing your true colors!"
Zhang Sanfeng roared angrily, and the crowd immediately parted to make way. Only the person who had spoken stood there trembling, swallowing hard.
"Which sect or school does this person belong to?"
"I can't reach it."
"I don't think I've seen this before. Could it have sneaked in?"
"..."
Many people in the martial arts world whispered among themselves.
Zhang Sanfeng walked step by step toward the man, saying, "Speak, who are you?"
The man said fearfully, "You...you can't kill me, the princess won't let you get away with this."
"Which princess?"
Zhang Sanfeng shouted, his voice booming like thunder, startling the man so much that he fell to the ground.
The man's eyes became unfocused, and he said in a trembling voice, "It was Zhao Min, the princess of Ruyang Prince's Mansion, who asked me to sow discord among the various factions in the martial arts world."
"How dare you betray the princess! You deserve to die!"
From behind the crowd, a figure leaped up and unleashed a palm strike that hit the person in mid-air.
"ah!!!"
The man's flesh withered and he screamed as he turned into a pool of pus.
"Hiss! What a vicious palm technique!"
"Watch out! This is the Bone-Melting Palm."
The crowd was so frightened that they moved away a distance.
The man who struck the palm leaped onto the roof and arrogantly mocked, "Zhang Sanfeng, our princess tells you to wash your neck and wait."
"I've never seen such an arrogant person before! Get down here!"
Zhang Sanfeng sneered, raised his hand and made a grabbing motion, and the man uncontrollably fell from the roof and rolled in front of Zhang Sanfeng.
"What kind of sorcery are you using?"
The man was completely dumbfounded.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "This old Daoist originally wanted to cultivate his mind and body after he turned one hundred and become a quiet and handsome man, but there are always some people who don't know what's good for them and want to die. This old Daoist really can't understand it. Isn't it good to be alive?"
"What?"
The person didn't react in time.
However, the next moment, Zhang Sanfeng made a grabbing motion, and the man was suddenly choked and hung up.
Then Zhang Sanfeng began slapping the man repeatedly with his large hand. His hand did not touch the man, but the sound of slapping echoed.
In an instant, it turned into a pig's head.
"Master Kongwen, what kind of martial art is this?"
The martial arts practitioners were stunned; they had never heard of or seen anything like it.
Kong Wen's expression was solemn as he explained, "This is a unique ability of a Grandmaster, the ability to manipulate the primordial energy of heaven and earth for their own use."
"Hiss! He can actually manipulate the energy of heaven and earth!"
Everyone was stunned again.
How can they fight like this? They're still using fists and feet, while their opponent is directly manipulating the energy of heaven and earth. They're not even on the same level.
Zhang Sanfeng was probably tired of slapping people, so he made a slight squeeze with his right hand.
Bang!
The pig's head turned into a cloud of blood mist and completely dissipated into the world.
Such methods, in the eyes of martial arts practitioners, are no different from divine magic!
"Kong Wen, you really want the Dragon Slayer Sword, don't you?"
Zhang Sanfeng turned his head and looked at Kong Wen.
"Ami..."
"You son of a bitch!"
Zhang Sanfeng interrupted Kong Wen's spellcasting directly, and with another feint, Kong Wen floated up uncontrollably.
"Zhang Sanfeng, you are a lay disciple of Shaolin, don't go too far!"
Kong Wen panicked and quickly said.
"I'll go too far for you, so what if you try to mess with me!"
Zhang Sanfeng didn't care at all and slapped her hard across the face.
*Smack!*
The sound was crisp and clear.
This instantly caused Kong Wen's old face to swell up.
"Do you know that when I was young, I was called Zhang Sanfeng?"
Zhang Sanfeng sneered and delivered another slap.
Snap!
Kong Wen's other cheek also swelled up.
"What does that mean?" Many people didn't understand the difference.
Some of the older swordsmen recalled unpleasant memories and said tremblingly, "When Master Zhang was young, he was called Zhang Sanfeng, meaning 'mad'! He killed countless people! Anyone who dared to oppose him was killed by him! There were many bandits in this Wudang Mountain, but he cleared them all out and took over the area."
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