"Hmph, you know how to come back?"
"Did you get the Nine Realms Stars Body Tempering Art?”
The purple-robed man recognized the black shadow and asked indifferently.
"Grandmaster Zong." The black shadow opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his face was as pale as paper.
"Are you hurt?" The purple-robed man frowned.
When the others in the hall saw this scene, they immediately became dissatisfied.
"What trash. He was actually injured by Wudang Mountain.”
"We don't accept trash like you. Hurry up and commit suicide."
"However, Wudang Mountain is really bold. They actually dared to hurt people from our Demon Sect.”
"Sect Master, as long as you give the order now, we will join forces to attack Wudang Mountain and kill them until their blood flows like a river.”
"That's right. Sect Master, quickly give the order."
Many demonic sect martial artists shouted.
However…
Compared to these evil cult martial artists, the purple-robed man sitting in the main seat realized that something was wrong.
Whoosh!
The purple-robed man took a step forward and appeared in front of the black shadow.
"Something's wrong. Something's wrong!"
The purple-robed man stretched out his right hand, wanting to check the black shadow's injuries.
However…
Just as the purple-robed man circulated his internal strength into the black shadow's body, it seemed to have triggered a switch.
A wisp of aura suddenly erupted and pierced through the black shadow's body. It turned into a white line and silently rushed toward the purple-robed man.
"Gah?"
The purple-robed man's expression changed.
He subconsciously raised his hand to block it.
Boom!
A terrifying tremor came.
It was as if he had been struck by the immense force of ten dragons and ten elephants.
The purple-robed man was sent flying backward and hit the wall. He spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"From a hundred miles away, he borrowed strength to fight. This is a hidden move left behind by a Martial Saint. So strong."
The purple-robed man raised his head with difficulty and looked at the black shadow that had stopped breathing. He spat out blood as he muttered to himself.
As soon as he said that.
The hall was deathly silent.
The arrogant martial artists who had been clamoring to destroy Wudang Mountain were terrified and did not dare to say anything else.
The hall was dark.
Everyone was panicking.
They had never expected that a Martial Saint would make a move.
"Didn't they say that there's no Martial Saint guarding Wudang Mountain?”A sinister snake said bitterly.
She was the one who had threatened to destroy Wudang Mountain just now, but now, she did not dare to say another word.
One had to know that Wudang Mountain with a Martial Saint and Wudang Mountain without a Martial Saint were two completely different concepts.
"Sect Master, are you alright?" The muscular man looked at the purple-robed man and could not help but ask.
"Still... I won't die."
The purple-robed man hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground and circulated his energy to heal his injuries." A Martial Saint is indeed powerful. He almost killed me with just a single force. This is really unbelievable."”
The purple-robed man's tone carried a trace of fear and lingering fear.
He was a martial artist at the peak of the Great Grandmaster Realm. Logically speaking, even if he could not defeat a super expert at the Martial Saint Realm, he should not have been defeated so arrogantly. Could it be that the other party was not just a Martial Saint?
However, the purple-robed man did not dare to say it out loud. He was afraid that it would affect everyone's morale and cause an even worse outcome.
"Since Wudang Mountain has a Martial Saint and has used someone else to warn us, some of our plans have to be changed.”
The purple-robed man forced himself to keep his voice steady as he spoke indifferently.
When the other fiend sects 'martial artists heard that, they heaved a sigh of relief.
Since 50 years ago, the leader of the fiend sects had gone into seclusion in order to break through the illusory realm of land immortals. In the past 50 years, the fiend sects had lost their Martial Saints and their forces had shrunk rapidly.
If it were not for the great talent of this generation's Demon Sect Master, the Demon Sect would have been like a rat on the street at this moment, hated by everyone.
But even so, no one was willing to face a Martial Saint.
"What does Sect Master plan to do?" The plump woman asked.
"Since Wudang Mountain isn't good enough, then I'll choose Iron Sword Mountain.”The purple-robed man pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Iron Sword Mountain?"
The demonic sect martial artists in the hall looked at each other.
Compared to Wudang Mountain, which was a martial arts sect with thousands of years of history, Iron Sword Mountain was much weaker.
However, no matter what, the Iron Sword Mountain was a force that had a Martial Saint. Although this generation was weak and did not have a Martial Saint, there were still many good things in the mountain.
"I want to use thousands of disciples of Iron Sword Mountain as blood sacrifices to heal my injuries!”
The purple-robed man's eyes flashed with a hint of violence.
...
Mount Wudang.
Chang Sheng naturally did not know that because of his casual actions, the Iron Sword Mountain lineage was about to face a catastrophe.
At this moment, Chang Sheng had already returned to the Chores Yard.
When the 10,000 Jin Finger Force he left in the black shadow's body erupted, Chang Sheng raised his head as if he sensed something.
"The Ten Thousand Catastrophe Finger is formless and powerful. As expected of the Wudang Mountain's ultimate technique.”
Chang Sheng nodded slightly.
In the past ten years, Chang Sheng had signed in everywhere on Wudang Mountain and obtained countless unique skills. However, it was rare to see a skill like the Ten Thousand Catastrophe Finger.
Just based on this point alone, the Ten Thousand Catastrophe Finger was enough to rank in the top 100 among Chang Sheng's many unique skills.
"But I'm already a Martial Saint, so why can't I activate the Nine Devil-rinsing Celestial Scripture?”
Chang Sheng rubbed the space between his brows and thought helplessly.
As the strongest divine art of Wudang Mountain obtained from his first check-in, Chang Sheng had great expectations for the Nine-Sky Demon-Destroying Immortal Scripture.
When he was in the Postnatal and Connate realms, Chang Sheng thought that his strength was too low and did not meet the minimum standard to use the Nine Devil-rinsing Immortal Scripture.
But now.
Chang Sheng was already a Martial Saint.
Even in the world, he was a top-notch expert.
However, the immortal phantom that represented the inheritance of the Nine-Heaven Devil-rinsing Immortal Scripture in the depths of Chang Sheng's Niwan Palace remained motionless.
"Could it be that the Nine-Sky Devil-rinsing Immortal Scripture is a 'Genuine Immortal'-level divine technique, and only those who have truly attained the' Heavenly Human 'fruit realm are qualified to comprehend and use it?”
Chang Sheng guessed.
In fact, according to what Chang Sheng had heard in Wudang Mountain for the past ten years, even more than two thousand years ago, when the Nine-Sky Devil-rinsing Immortal Scripture was not lost, almost no Wudang Mountain disciples could comprehend this strongest divine art.
"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore."
Chang Sheng shook his head and threw away the distracting thoughts in his mind.
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