Wudang Sect was one of the most powerful sects in the entire Immortal Martial Continent. If they could force the second-rate and third-rate forces of the pugilistic world to lower their heads today, not only would Wudang lose face, but their reputation would also be greatly shaken.
At the thought of this, most of the people from the second and third-rate forces in the square looked at the Wudang disciples excitedly.
They looked at the tens of thousands of martial artists in the square with cold expressions on their faces. All of Wudang Sect, be it Song Yuanqiao and the other Wudang Seven Heroes or ordinary Wudang Sect disciples, felt their hearts turn cold.
No matter what, Wudang Sect was one of the leaders of the orthodox sects in the game. Every Wudang Sect disciple remembered the concept of chivalry.
How much power had Wudang contributed to the martial world of the Nine Regions in the past hundred years?
And among them, too many Wudang disciples had shed their blood on chivalrous deeds and helping the weak.
Their ancestor, Zhang Sanfeng, was in charge of Wudang. With just his name, the Mengyuan Empire did not dare to go south for decades.
If it weren't for Wudang Sect, once the Mengyuan Empire went south, the three great empires would definitely be engulfed in flames of war, and countless people would be homeless.
Even if it was these sects and powers, who knew how many of them would be destroyed by the Mengyuan Empire.
However, even with such a huge contribution, the various factions within the three Majestic Empires did not care at all and continued to pressure Wudang.
They were even prepared to fight each other at the slightest disagreement.
What made them even more disappointed and angry was that no one dared to stand up for their Wudang Sect.
Even the representatives of the three Majestic Empires remained silent. How could they not be angry and disappointed?
"Hu ~"
Song Yuanqiao took a deep breath. Traces of coldness began to rise in his eyes.
In the martial world of the Land of the Nine Prefectures, his Wudang Sect's Song Yuanqiao's upright, gentle, and good-natured character had long spread throughout the martial world.
However, as Zhang Sanfeng's eldest personal disciple, he, Song Yuanqiao, had never lacked iron-blooded killing methods.
Moreover, Wudang Sect had always been the place Song Yuanqiao had protected for his entire life. Now, these people wanted to subvert the entire Wudang Sect and even coerced his Fifth Junior Brother. This was something that he would never allow to happen.
"Yin ~"
Suddenly, a crisp sound of a sword rang out in the square outside the True Martial Palace.
Following that, Song Yuanqiao brazenly drew the sword in his hand. His gaze was cold as he swept across all the factions in the pugilistic world below and said coldly," Today is my master's 100th birthday. Although I don't want to see blood, if anyone dares to provoke our Wudang Sect at this time, then our Wudang Sect…will fight to the death!”
Boom!
Song Yuanqiao's voice had just sounded when an extremely dense and cold, yet majestic and vast aura suddenly burst out from his body. It swiftly swept towards the entire square.
This aura pressure came too suddenly. The vast majority of people present did not even think that the good old man Song Yuanqiao would actually have such a sharp and cold terrifying killing intent.
On the square, the expressions of all the heroes of the pugilistic world changed drastically as they looked at Song Yuanqiao with solemn expressions.
There were even many people with low cultivation levels who retreated more than ten meters. They were all sweating profusely as they looked at Song Yuanqiao with fear in their eyes.
Under this pressure, even Mistress Annihilation, Mu Lingzi, and the others subconsciously took a few steps back with extremely solemn expressions.
" Half-Grandmaster?"
In the crowd, a dignified middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow python robe subconsciously narrowed his eyes. He looked at Song Yuanqiao on the steps outside the hall in front of him with a slightly surprised expression.
This person was none other than the representative of the Daming Empire from the Guarding Dragon Mountain Villa, Iron-guts Divine Marquis Zhu Budian.
There were also three young men standing beside Zhu Bujue.
One of the young men, who was obviously dressed as a man, was struggling to resist the pressure. Then, he asked Zhu Budian with a shocked expression," Godfather, isn't Wudang Sect's Song Yuanqiao in the Connate fifth realm, Enlightenment Realm? When did he become a Half-Grandmaster?”
"He's only a Half-Grandmaster, but his aura is already so terrifying. If he really breaks through to the Grandmaster Realm, how powerful will he be?”
Beside him, a man wearing a long gray robe and holding a sword that looked like a blade sighed. A look of yearning flashed across his eyes.
"A Half-step Grandmaster is truly a terrifying cultivation base. However, this is still not enough to stop the various major factions.”The last man, who was dressed in black, spoke in a low voice with an ice-cold expression.
These three people were none other than the three secret agents of the Guarding Dragon Mountain Villa, Duan Tianya, Guihai Yidao, and Shangguan Haitang.
Zhu Budian shook his head gently when he heard the three of them." A Half-step Grandmaster can't stop these people, but Wudang is not easy to bully.”
As he spoke, Zhu Bujue looked at Song Yuanqiao who was not far away again and sighed softly," There is an insurmountable gap between the Connate realm and the martial arts grandmaster. The gap between the two is too great. Most cultivators might even be trapped in the Connate fifth realm for their entire lives and unable to glimpse the martial arts grandmaster realm.”
"However, as long as he reaches the Half-step Grandmaster Realm, he is already a preparatory Grandmaster Realm expert.”
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