One sentence made Xiang Wan's eyes deepen instantly.
Such a person has no sense of awe and is not bound by any rules; he is truly a ruthless character.
"Wu Tong, today is your death day."
Shui Yuntian's words were to kill the man, and all the experts around, both overt and covert, turned their gazes toward him, as if he were about to die a violent death in the next instant.
Xiang Wan knew very well that apart from her and Shui Yuntian, no one else was on their side this time. This was clearly a suicide mission, something a cult leader would never do.
Wu Tong waved his hand dismissively, saying, "So you're the leader of the Heavenly Gate Sect? I've heard of you. You're ruthless, a mass murderer, and you even use poison to control your own followers. What, you want to die by my hand so badly?"
"Who gave me this ruthlessness and bloodthirstiness? Back then, facing a child, you said, 'Strength is paramount, methods are secondary.' To defeat you, I spared no effort in pursuing the highest level of martial arts, even poisoning all the members of the Heavenly Gate Sect, just to have the strength to take revenge on you. But what happened? They were not convinced and even tried to kill me. Isn't this the seed you planted in me? Making me cleanse the entire martial world for you, only to be wiped out by you in one fell swoop. How can someone like you deserve to live in this world!"
Shui Yuntian still wanted to get to the bottom of things and resolve the doubts that had lingered for so many years.
Wu Tong touched his nose indifferently and asked in return, "You're the child of that remnant? I never expected you to have grown up so much. That momentary lapse back then actually had such an effect. You're really lucky to be alive."
Why did you kill my parents?
Shui Yuntian's eyes were cold and hard; he just wanted to know the truth.
"You mean that guy surnamed Shui? Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish, don't you know that? Hand over the stuff, and perhaps I can grant your wish to reunite with them."
Wu Tong threatened with a smile, as if he were chatting casually with someone.
Having held a high position for a long time, he viewed young people like Xiang Wan and Shui Yuntian as nothing more than children begging for candy, nothing to fear.
Shui Yuntian remained silent, knowing that even if he asked, Wu Tong wouldn't answer. And even if he did, it would only add to his troubles. In this man's eyes, killing was as simple as stepping on an ant. If an ant died, he wouldn't even raise an eyebrow; why would he offer an explanation?
Despite being nearly sixty years old, Wu Tong still appears to be a middle-aged man due to his cultivation technique. His skill level is close to that of a grandmaster, which explains why he was able to imprison the old king, while the current king is powerless against him.
"Defeat me, and I will naturally offer it up with both hands."
Shui Yuntian took out the thing that Xiang Wan had disliked from his chest, shook it, and then put it back.
Wu Tong narrowed his eyes, stood up, and his aura rose steadily. "Since you want to die by my hand, I will grant your wish. You are the first to dare to provoke me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Tong kicked the table and chairs in front of him into the corner of the yard, and then his eagle-hooked claws came toward Shuiyun Angel.
Shui Yuntian gathered his strength, caught the attack with both hands, and then kicked at the lower body.
Wu Tong turned sideways and jabbed his fingers into Shui Yuntian's eyes, intending to blind him. Shui Yuntian turned to block, but his ribs were exposed, and Wu Tong kicked him to the ground.
Before he could get up, Wu Tong leaped into the air and stomped towards Shui Yuntian, who was lying on the ground. If this blow landed, Shui Yuntian would surely die.
Xiang Wan thought he would dodge and avoid Wu Tong's sharp edge, but to her surprise, he put his hands together in front of his chest and began chanting Buddhist mantras.
Wu Tong, who was in mid-air, was momentarily dazed, and his foot veered slightly off course, but he was not far from Shui Yuntian.
Shui Yuntian acted swiftly, grabbing Wu Tong's foot firmly and rolling to the side.
This move was somewhat like a crocodile's death roll, but Shui Yuntian's point of attack was too low, so it had no effect other than making Wu Tong stagger slightly.
The two continued their back-and-forth fighting, but Xiang Wan sat down on an empty spot and began chanting Buddhist hymns.
The voice was neither too fast nor too slow, but clear and refreshing, seemingly having the effect of helping people to refresh their minds.
The men Wu Tong brought were initially on guard, but after a moment, they all focused their attention on the two fighting men, fearing that something might happen to Wu Tong.
Shui Yuntian was used to the monks' occasional unexpected situations and didn't take them to heart, focusing only on dealing with Wu Tong.
But Wu Tong was a little uncomfortable because he never liked being disturbed when he was doing business.
After blasting Shui Yuntian away with a single palm strike, Wu Tong reached out, intending to kill Xiang Wan directly.
His followers drew their swords, wanting to come to his aid, but for some reason, they felt dizzy and couldn't move.
Seeing Xiang Wan sitting on the ground without any precautions, about to fall victim to Wu Tong's poisonous attack, Shui Yuntian was extremely anxious and activated his internal energy to the fullest extent. He arrived just as Wu Tong's hand touched Xiang Wan's head and struck him aside with a palm.
Under the full force of the attack, Shui Yuntian was running out of steam, and blood began to seep from his throat, but he forcefully suppressed it.
Wu Tong, who had been knocked to the side, tried to get up, but found that ice was gradually emerging from his palms, freezing his entire body bit by bit.
He circulated his inner energy, trying to expel the cold air, but this only accelerated the condensation of the ice. In the end, he gradually turned into an ice sculpture, lying motionless on the ground.
Shui Yuntian's eyes were fixed on Xiang Wan, not even glancing at Wu Tong.
"Monk, are you alright?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the blood could no longer be contained and flowed directly down from the corner of his mouth.
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