Who is laughing?
He Taichong's gaze was like a sword, cold and sharp.
Murong Fu gave Duan Yu a playful shove.
"Ouch~"
Duan Yu stepped forward.
All eyes turned to look at them.
"It's not me..."
"Coward," Azi called out disdainfully.
"Alright, it's me!"
Duan Yu's face turned serious, and he said, "You have come to offer your birthday wishes, yet you are so aggressive. This is going too far to treat a centenarian like this!"
Zhang Sanfeng and the Seven Heroes of Wudang were both indignant and about to fight, but they were surprised to see someone step forward.
Many martial arts practitioners were even more astonished. Did they not realize that the entire martial arts world was threatening the Wudang Sect? Was someone really courting death?
"You arrogant brat, let me see what you're capable of."
He Taichong moved with lightning speed, unleashing a palm strike.
Duan Yu, flustered, extended his middle finger.
Zhongchong Sword!
He Taichong was startled and shifted his body slightly in mid-air.
But then another sharp burst of energy shot out.
Shangyang Sword!
Shaoshang Sword!
...
Duan Yu disregarded everything else and fired the Six Meridians Divine Sword once.
"ah!!"
"puff!!!"
Although He Taichong dodged the first few attacks, he was finally struck in the abdomen by the swift and agile Shaochong sword, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Hiss! What a sharp sword aura!"
Everyone gasped as they looked at the uneven ground and the seriously injured He Taichong.
Such unpredictable sword energy is impossible to defend against.
He Taichong did a very good job, but he still couldn't defend against it.
If it were anyone else, they would probably be defeated with just two fingers.
"Boy, state your name!"
The five elders of Kongtong exchanged a glance and stepped forward together.
"Young Master Duan Yu, are you planning to gang up on us?"
Duan Yu replied, frowning as he looked at them.
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