Chapter 362: Zhang Sanfeng intimidates the heroes! True Person Li, what is your opinion?!

Wudang! Taihe Palace!

As soon as Master Fazhao of the Southern Shaolin's words were spoken, everyone instantly quieted down. With a swish, gazes shifted, looking one after another at Zhang Sanfeng, Li Zhangsheng, and Zhang Cuishan.

Li Zhangsheng was slightly stunned, not expecting Master Fazhao to mention him as well, but he didn't care, only frowning slightly without speaking.

"Cuishan! If you want to speak, then speak! If you don't want to speak, then don't!"

"This is... Mount Wudang!"

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng's heart was calm, his gaze gentle as he looked at Zhang Cuishan, without the slightest intention of forcing him, choosing instead to directly support him!

Who is he?!

He is the founding ancestor of the Wudang Sect, the True Person Zhang Sanfeng!

Being able to found the Wudang Sect and make it surpass the foundations of many sects that had existed for hundreds or thousands of years in just a few decades, becoming one of the top sects of the current era, is enough to imagine just how strong Zhang Sanfeng is!

Not to mention, Zhang Sanfeng personally participated in sweeping away the demon clan, suppressing the petty, and sweeping across the world without a single opponent; he is a peerless figure of the highest order!

And being able to do all this also proves that Zhang Sanfeng is not a soft-hearted person.

It is just that he founded the Wudang Sect and is almost a hundred years old, so Zhang Sanfeng's temper has improved a lot.

Otherwise, in the past, Zhang Sanfeng wouldn't have cared about what was a righteous sect; he would have just taken his True Martial Sword and struck directly!

Things that could be solved with a sword were not issues at all!

Moreover, now that the crowd, led by Master Fazhao of the Southern Shaolin, was coercing his own direct disciple on Mount Wudang, no matter how good his temper was, he was starting to get angry.

If it weren't for the fact that they were only pressuring Zhang Cuishan for Xie Xun's whereabouts and hadn't struck directly; and because Zhang Sanfeng himself found Xie Xun's actions somewhat intolerable, he had frowned slightly and asked Zhang Cuishan a question.

He left it entirely to Zhang Cuishan's choice.

If it weren't for Zhang Cuishan's sake, if Xie Xun had appeared before him, Zhang Sanfeng would have struck as well.

"Fifth Junior Brother (Senior Brother)! We will advance and retreat with you!"

At the same time, the Seven Heroes of Wudang also stood up, appearing behind Zhang Cuishan.

"The Golden-Haired Lion Wang Xiexun is one of the Four Great Dharma Kings of my Ming Sect; it is not for you to decide his life or death!"

Yin Tianzheng, the White-Browed Eagle King, sneered and spoke calmly.

His words were plain, but his voice was filled with an irresistible dominance.

Yin Tianzheng did not explicitly voice support for Zhang Cuishan; after all, in the eyes of the crowd, the Ming Sect was a demonic cult, while Wudang was a righteous sect.

If he were to directly support Zhang Cuishan, I fear it would bring a bad reputation to Wudang.

Although, in fact, because Zhang Cuishan was his son-in-law and the Golden-Haired Lion Wang Xiexun was one of the Four Great Dharma Kings of the Ming Sect, Yin Tianzheng naturally did not want Zhang Cuishan to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts.

The voices of the two top forces, Wudang and the Ming Sect, instantly caused many martial artists to change color, and there was no lack of hesitation, regret, and retreat in their expressions.

Even the Southern Shaolin Abbot, Master Fazhao, could not help but show a grave expression, wanting to say something, but sensing the fluctuations in Zhang Sanfeng's aura, he decisively chose to shut his mouth.

Master Liaokong of the Jingnian Zen Monastery wanted to ask if Wudang was going to join forces with the Ming Sect, but since neither side had said it directly, he did not dare to easily pierce that layer of window paper.

Thus, Master Fazhao, Master Liaokong, and the others could only remain silent, their gazes fixed on Zhang Cuishan, waiting for his answer.

"Everyone! My apologies!"

"The Golden-Haired Lion Wang Xiexun and I have a sworn brotherhood!"

"I naturally know where Xie Xun is, but I absolutely cannot reveal the whereabouts of my sworn brother!"

"This matter has nothing to do with my master, nor with my fellow disciples; I, Zhang Cuishan, will bear it alone!"

"Whatever you want to do, just come at me directly!"

Zhang Cuishan spoke aloud, his words eloquent and filled with righteousness, refusing to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts.

"Zhang Cuishan! You... you are the world-famous Zhang Wuxia! Do you really want to disregard your own reputation and the reputation of Wudang for a murderous maniac like Xie Xun?!"

"Zhang Wuxia! I respect you as one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang! But you have disappointed us too much!"

"..."

The crowd of martial artists who wanted revenge and wanted the Dragon-Slaying Saber mocked him one after another, even bluntly expressing their disappointment.

It was as if Zhang Cuishan not revealing Xie Xun's whereabouts was a grave crime, and Wudang's reputation was about to hit rock bottom.

"Zhang Wuxia! You... sigh!"

Master Fazhao of the Southern Shaolin sighed heavily, his eyes revealing disappointment.

"Amitabha! Well done, well done!"

"So this is Zhang Wuxia?! So this is the Wudang Sect!"

"..." ===== CHAPTER 364 =====