This old man, Zhang Zhiwei, is the ceiling of the martial world!
19 . The old heavenly master’s was very spicy! It was worse than killing them!

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Everyone present revealed looks of disbelief!

The silence in the air was like a bucket of cold water, making everyone feel cold from head to toe.

All the flames that He Changchong had just activated disappeared.

His limbs were trembling.

His knees couldn't even support it, as if he was about to fall to his knees at any moment.

"Just one move!"

"The Kunlun Sect Master was crippled?"

someone said with trembling lips.

"It wasn't just one move, it was just a slap.”

"He…he didn't even make a move."

Everyone shuddered.

In an instant, he was shocked to the extreme again.

It was as if they had seen a scene of the sky collapsing and the earth shattering.

"Ahhh…"

Suddenly, He Changchong threw out the sword in his hand and let out a mournful roar.

Like a frightened mad dog, he turned around and ran out of the True Martial Palace.

Then, he kicked the doorsill.

His entire body fell down, and his forehead hit the ground heavily.

He was unconscious.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Just now, he was as crazy as he was shouting to kill Zhang Zhiwei. Now, he's as crazy as a mad dog!”

"What a pitiful person."

"Of all people, he provoked that guy.”

"You still want to kill him…"

"Sigh…"

Outside the True Martial Palace, the people from the Great Qin, Great Tang, Great Song, and Great Han began to discuss.

Everyone in the True Martial Palace Hall heard those regretful voices and looked at He Chang Chong dumbfoundedly at the same time.

At this moment, their hearts were extremely complicated.

There was pity for He Changchong, regret, and reprimand…but more than that, there was absolute fear for Zhang Zhiwei.

He was so terrified that he didn't even dare to breathe.

"Great Grandfather…"

Even the Wudang Seven Heroes were stunned.

He did not expect the situation to change so quickly.

Then, the shock turned into surprise.

"Great Grandfather, can you attack?"

"That's great. Wudang Sect is safe, Wudang Sect is safe!”

The Wudang Sect disciple who was Zhang Cuishan's closest friend suddenly cried tears of joy.

"That's great. Fifth brother, you saw it.”

"Great Grandfather has personally avenged you."

Only Zhang Sanfeng revealed a gentle smile that was rarely seen in the world.

As soon as Zhang Zhiwei called out the name 'Baby Jun'.

He had already predicted everything.

"Senior…"

A Sea Sand Sect elder suddenly knelt down.

His entire body trembled like a frightened wild dog.

He placed his hands on the ground and smashed his forehead on the ground crazily.

A bloody mark soon appeared on the ground.

"Senior, please show mercy…"

Listening to this sobbing plea for mercy.

Everyone present could not hold on any longer.

Fear erupted from the bottom of his heart and instantly engulfed his entire body.

Pairs of people knelt down one after another.

Even the people of Shaolin Temple were no exception.

"Amitabha…Patron…Sigh…"

Master Kong Wen let out a long sigh. After all, he could not let go of the arrogance of the Shaolin Temple.

However, he had to let it go now, or else he would end up like He Changchong.

Thus, the Shaolin monks knelt on the ground under Master Kong Wen's lead and buried their heads in the ground.

As for the Sea Sand Sect, the Immortal Fist Sect, and the other sects, and even the disciples of the Kunlun Sect who had just witnessed their sect master go crazy.

He kowtowed on the ground crazily.

The sound of forehead hitting the ground was even more rapid than the rain during a summer storm.

For the sake of his life, for the sake of not having his cultivation crippled.

They were completely going all out.

The True Martial Palace was in chaos.

Seeing this scene and hearing the dense crashing sounds, many Wudang Sect disciples felt very happy.

It was because he had been too aggrieved just now.

Song Jinqiao, the head disciple of Wudang Sect, could not hold it in any longer. He kicked a Kunlun disciple in front of him.

"Where is your life and death struggle?"

"Where's your deva slaughter?"

"Why are you begging for mercy now?”

"As expected of a group of dogs that bark when they gain power. Now, they are also stray dogs!”

No one answered.

No one paid attention to Song Jinqiao.

Everyone was kowtowing to Zhang Zhiwei and begging for mercy.

He was trying to find a way out.

But the next moment, everyone felt that familiar pressure again.

Zhang Zhiwei attacked again.

With a single step, the weather outside Wudang Mountain changed drastically, and the mountains and rivers seemed to collapse.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't move. He just stood there and waved his sleeves.

The large hand was hidden under the long sleeve, and the long sleeve made a whistling sound.

It was such a simple action, nothing special.

However, as this action continued.

The sea of golden Qi around him instantly became violent.

Everyone could see that the golden Qi instantly gathered and condensed into a golden palm print.

A slap landed.

A Kun Lun disciple was sent flying.

Just like Jinqiao, his seven orifices were bleeding, his qi was weak, his internal strength was scattered, and his meridians were all gone.

He had become a cripple.

Someone tried to dodge the palm.

He had even made preparations in advance.

However, the moment the palm print appeared, the person who was locked down by the palm print instantly felt as if the mountains were collapsing and the earth was cracking. His mind instantly collapsed.

By the time he reacted, the palm print was already in front of him.

This slap was simply unavoidable.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

One slap, one cripple.

No one was spared.

Everyone was in complete despair. Fear, unwillingness, regret, and reprimanding were all chaotic emotions that crazily attacked everyone.

"If this continues, we'll cripple everyone.”

Someone quickly realized.

Because Zhang Zhiwei killed one with a single palm.

They were all disciples of Kunlun Mountain.

They were cleaned up one by one according to the sect.

Even a useless servant who helped He Chang Chong bring birthday gifts received a slap.

He was directly thrown out of the True Martial Palace and died on the spot.

Everyone was extremely regretful and no longer kowtowed.

They knew that begging was useless in front of Zhang Zhiwei.

They could only regret it.

He regretted coming to Wudang and climbing this mountain.

As for escaping?

How could they not want to escape?

Although they had more people.

However, under Zhang Zhiwei's command…

No one could escape.

"Kunlun Mountain is about to be slapped. Which sect should it be next?”

Outside the True Martial Palace.

People from other empires discussed.

They had really come to congratulate him on his birthday, which was why they had never suffered such humiliation and hardship.

Only at this time could he comment.

"It looks really refreshing. To be honest, as long as it has nothing to do with us, Old Senior Zhang still feels very good looking at it!”

"That's right. If only Senior Zhang could go to the World Conference and slap him once.”

"I want to see Xiong Ba's twisted expression.”

"Yes, yes!"

Outside the door, there was a noisy discussion.

Behind the door was a despairing hero who was waiting for the slap to come.

Soon, Zhang Zhiwei made his move.

The disciples of the Kunlun Sect who came here were all useless.

Among them were some elite disciples.

Then, Zhang Zhiwei looked at the monks of Shaolin Temple and waved his sleeves again.

However, at this moment.

Suddenly, a panicked voice came from outside the True Martial Palace.

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