Chapter 35: The Six Major Sects: Reporting, Zhang Sanfeng Is Cheating (Third Update, Please Collect, Please Vote)

"Amitabha! It seems True Man Zhang is destined to shield his disciple today!"

The vast Wudang Mountain gate, after Zhang Sanfeng's bombardment, left many speechless; only Abbot Kongwen, as if hearing nothing, clung to a single point and spoke.

Regarding what Zhang Sanfeng had said before, he acted as if he had not heard a word!

Does the truth matter?

It does not matter!

They came here not for any truth.

Today, they came solely for the whereabouts of Xie Xun.

No matter the method, as long as they learn Xie Xun's whereabouts!

Abbot Kongwen's words instantly made many realize the truth.

Yes, they came for Xie Xun's whereabouts.

As long as they are told Xie Xun's whereabouts, they can apologize for today's matter!

The crowd of the Liuda Sect, for a moment, turned their gaze toward Zhang Sanfeng once more.

Yet Zhang Sanfeng, atop his anger, merely glanced at Abbot Kongwen's face.

He had not seen it before, but today he discovered it.

This Abbot Kongwen's shamelessness was comparable to Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji.

Indeed, all the Shaolin bald donkeys have no shame whatsoever!

Since reason could not prevail, Zhang Sanfeng decided not to waste further words.

"Step!"

Tapping his foot once, Zhang Sanfeng landed directly in the center of the Wudang Mountain gate plaza.

"I tried to reason with you, but you would not listen; then let strength speak for all!"

His gaze swept over the crowd; even though the Liuda Sect had numbers on their side, Zhang Sanfeng felt no fear.

Had it been before, Zhang Sanfeng would have feared their human-wave tactics.

But now, Zhang Sanfeng felt no worry whatsoever.

Human-wave tactics?

Did they truly think his two hundred years of internal energy cultivation was merely for show?

Just right; in the Jianghu, he, Zhang Sanfeng, had not shown off his power in a long time.

Today was precisely the day for him to show off!

"Very well, since that is so, let me test your high skills!"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng thus, Abbess Mie Jue could no longer hold back.

Previously forced back by Zhang Sanfeng's strike, her Emei Sect's reputation had instantly been tarnished.

Now, Abbess Mie Jue intended to regain face.

Of course, she knew she was no match for Zhang Sanfeng.

Yet she had the Heaven-Dependent Sword in hand, sharp enough to cut iron like mud!

She did not believe Zhang Sanfeng, a mere mortal body, would dare take a single strike.

Thinking this, Abbess Mie Jue instantly leaped into the air; her first move was the Heaven-Dependent Sword's full-power strike.

A sharp sword qi flew out, heading toward Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng, standing in place, watched Abbess Mie Jue's strike, and disappointment instantly appeared in his eyes.

Since going to the Immortal Realm, his internal energy cultivation had constantly improved.

His understanding of martial arts had also grown ever more profound.

Now, watching Abbess Mie Jue and others strike felt like watching children fighting.

"Weak, too weak!"

Muttering these words, Zhang Sanfeng merely tapped his foot once, and his body vanished from the spot.

Abbess Mie Jue, who had struck, instantly changed expression.

Before she could react, she saw Zhang Sanfeng already appear at her side.

"Bang!"

With a light palm strike, in an instant, the Heaven-Dependent Sword fell from Abbess Mie Jue's hand, and a terrifying internal energy surged through her body.

"Pfft!"

Her body instantly flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood into the mid-air.

Zhang Sanfeng, descending, merely flicked his finger, and the Heaven-Dependent Sword instantly flew into the Wudang Main Hall, embedding itself in the great beam.

"Your cultivation is too poor; you are simply shaming Guo Xiang!"

Speaking without mercy, thinking of Guo Xiang, Zhang Sanfeng still showed leniency toward Abbess Mie Jue.

After all, that youthful love, Zhang Sanfeng still remembered even now!

Meanwhile, Abbess Mie Jue, fallen to the ground, was helped up by the crowd.

Blood seeped from her lips, her face pale; clearly, that single palm strike had caused her great injury.

Zhang Sanfeng's sudden strike stunned the crowd of Wu Lin practitioners.

With a single move, a top-tier expert like Abbess Mie Jue was struck by Zhang Sanfeng into serious injury.

The crowd knew Zhang Sanfeng was formidable.

But this was simply too strong!

Involuntarily, the gazes of the rest all turned toward the Shaolin direction.

In the current Wu Lin, only Shaolin could be mentioned in the same breath as Wudang.

Just now, it was Master Kongwen who shouted the loudest.

Then, you go first!

Everyone understood the tactic of overwhelming numbers, yet Zhang Sanfeng was excessively powerful.

They involuntarily shrank back, daring not to advance.

Sensing the gazes of the crowd turn toward him, Master Kongwen's mouth corner twitched.

Why are you looking at him? Continue advancing!

Didn't you see how fierce Zhang Sanfeng's internal energy was just now?

You go first to wear him down; he will enter as the finale!

While internally complaining, no one dared to advance.

Zhang Sanfeng was simply too ferocious; the Emei Sect had ties, yet they were all beaten into serious injury.

If they went first, they would likely be carried down the mountain by others in a moment.

Feeling the crowd shrink back and not advance, finally, Master Kongwen still sighed.

"Amitabha, then let this poor monk test the high skills of True Man Zhang!"

Uttering a Buddhist chant, Master Kongwen slowly walked out.

As one of the Four Great Monks of Shaolin, Master Kongwen's strength was naturally not ordinary.

Although not equal to Zhang Sanfeng, Master Kongwen believed that holding him off for a while would be no problem.

Walking up with confidence, having just spoken, before he could react, he saw Zhang Sanfeng on the other side had already moved first.

Damn you, Shaolin bald donkey!

I was just worrying about not finding a suitable reason to beat you!

Unexpectedly, you actually dare to come up!

Thinking of the matters concerning Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji, the two hundred-plus years of internal energy within Zhang Sanfeng's body instantly erupted.

"Bang bang bang..."

With the eruption of vast, pure internal energy, the gravel under Zhang Sanfeng's feet instantly shattered.

Cracks spread out from under Zhang Sanfeng's feet.

Terrifying pressure, like a giant wave, surged toward Master Kongwen.

Master Kongwen, who had merely assumed a stance, glanced at what was before him and instantly froze.

What the hell is this?

Is this Zhang Sanfeng's internal energy cultivation?

It actually formed a nine-foot qi wall in front of him; isn't this playing around!

Master Kongwen compared and found that Zhang Sanfeng's internal energy cultivation was at least several times his own.

Such a scene left Master Kongwen dumbfounded.

What is there to fight? Is there even a need to fight?

Even if Zhang Sanfeng stood still and let him hit, he still couldn't move the other party!

In this moment, Master Kongwen despaired.

But the next second, an even more despairing scene arrived.

He saw Zhang Sanfeng actually strike a palm toward him.

Before the palm arrived, terrifying gale force, like a heavy fist, smashed him flying outward.

"Pfft!"

Blood formed a perfect parabola in the air, then Master Kongwen landed directly within the Shaolin formation, unconscious!

Such a scene left the people in the arena stunned.

Is Zhang Sanfeng's strength a bit off?

This is way too fierce!

They couldn't take it anymore!

Director, they want to report; Zhang Sanfeng is cheating!