Chapter 238: Divine Marquis's Rage! Zhang Sanfeng Sighs! True Dragon Fashions a Weapon!

At the same time.

In the distant Great Ming Dynasty, the capital city, within that Dragon-Protecting Shanzhuang filled with majesty and mystery.

The atmosphere was equally solemn to the extreme, filled with the oppression of a storm about to break.

"What did you say?! Say it again!"

Zhu Wushi, the Iron-Diamond Divine Marquis, sat atop the Nine-Dragon Throne symbolizing supreme power; his face, originally as calm as a still well and commanding without anger, was now covered with barely suppressible rage and cold killing intent!

In his deep eyes, flames of anger flickered like solid substance, as if he intended to burn alive the black-clad secret agent before him who had come to report the news!

That black-clad secret agent, terrified by the terrifying pressure emanating from Zhu Wushi, trembled all over, cold sweat pouring down like rain, soaking his clothes.

He forced down the fear in his heart, his voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor, and repeated once more:

"R-re-reporting to the Divine Marquis... I-I have just received the latest news transmitted from Bright Summit..."

"Th-that Dragon Island Lord of Taohuadao, after suppressing the Zhongmen Sect, once... once specifically mentioned you, Divine Marquis..."

"H-he said... he said... to let... let you, Divine Marquis... within seven days, personally go to Bright Summit... kowtow and beg for forgiveness... and present... present all the Wu Xuemi and treasures of the Dragon-Protecting Shanzhuang... otherwise... otherwise he will... personally visit..."

By the time he finished speaking, his voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, and he did not even dare to lift his head.

"Damn it!!!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wushi could no longer restrain the surging rage in his heart and suddenly slammed the armrest of the dragon chair beside him!

"Crack!"

The armrest, crafted from thousand-year-old agarwood and incredibly hard, was actually smashed into powder by his single palm strike!

A terrifying momentum far exceeding the peak of the Xunchangda Sect erupted violently from within his body like a primordial beast awakening!

In an instant, it filled the entire hall!

Causing the experts and secret agents of the Dragon-Protecting Shanzhuang kneeling below to feel a "Three-Eight-Seven" heart palpitation and suffocation!

As if their lives and deaths were all within a single thought of Zhu Wushi!

"Good! Very good! Extremely good!"

Zhu Wushi laughed in his extreme rage, his voice as cold as ten-thousand-year-old dark ice, filled with unmasked killing intent.

"A mere mud eel from the Eastern Sea dares to be so arrogant! How dare he order this Marquis... to kowtow and beg for forgiveness to him?!"

"Simply... unaware of life and death!"

He was hailed as the number one expert of the Great Ming imperial family, wielding overwhelming power in the court with deep scheming; when had he ever suffered such an unprecedented humiliation?!

This dragon was simply provoking his authority blatantly! It was seeking its own death!

"My Suction Skill has just achieved some success, and I was just worried about not finding a suitable opponent to sacrifice for the flag!"

"Who would have thought someone would voluntarily come to my door to die! Very good! Extremely good!"

In Zhu Wushi's eyes, mad killing intent flickered along with a trace of barely perceptible excitement.

He felt that the power within his body was stirring, craving a hearty and satisfying great battle!

Craving... to devour even stronger power!

The experts and secret agents of the Dragon-Protecting Shanzhuang kneeling below felt the aura on Zhu Wushi becoming increasingly terrifying and increasingly heart-palpating.

All were so frightened their souls fled their bodies; they did not even dare to lift their heads, fearing they would become sacrifices under the Divine Marquis's rage.

"Convey this Marquis's decree!" Zhu Wushi shouted coldly, filled with unquestionable authority.

"Immediately mobilize all secret agents of the Dragon-Protecting Shanzhuang, as well as all供奉 experts!"

"Order the Minister of War to secretly mobilize three thousand soldiers of the Divine Machine Camp, carrying the newly developed 'Gang-Breaking Divine Crossbow' and 'Sky-Smashing Thunder Fire'!"

"Seven days from now, accompany this Marquis personally to campaign against Bright Summit!"

"This Marquis will... flatten that so-called Mo Sect headquarters! Capture and kill that unaware dragon demon!"

"This Marquis wants to see if that so-called dragon body can withstand this Marquis's Suction Skill, can withstand the ten thousand divine crossbows of our Great Ming Dynasty!"

His voice was filled with powerful confidence and an unshakeable belief in victory!

In his view, a mere beast, no matter how strong its power, was ultimately livestock.

Before absolute power and precise calculation, it was simply unable to withstand a single blow!

At the same time, in the distant Mount Wudang, the Purple Sky Palace.

An old Daoist Priest, dressed in a simple Daoist robe, with white hair and beard, yet a face as ruddy and lustrous as an infant's, possessing an immortal wind and bone, and an extraordinary, otherworldly temperament, sat quietly in lotus position on a cushion, eyes closed and spirit concentrated.

He seemed to have merged with the entire heaven and earth, bearing no trace of worldly smoke, possessing only a mysterious and wonderful intent of returning to simplicity and uniting with the Dao.

This person was none other than the existence hailed as the North Star of the Wu Lin and a living immortal in the current martial world—the founding ancestor of the Wu Dangpai, True Person Zhang Sanfeng!

Just then, a sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

A third-generation disciple of Wu Dang, looking anxious and walking in a rush, entered.

In their hands, they held a letter just delivered by fast horse from Bright Summit.

"Great Grandmaster! Something is wrong! A great disaster has occurred!"

The third-generation disciple's voice carried a barely concealable panic and anxiety; he respectfully handed the letter in his hand to Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to contain the deep wisdom of the universe and stars.

He took the letter and merely glanced at it casually; on his face, originally as calm as a still well, a frown naturally appeared.

"Yuanqiao and the others... have they actually fallen into the hands of that Dragon Island Lord of Taohuadao?"

Zhang Sanfeng murmured softly, his voice carrying a trace of barely perceptible solemnity.

Although he had long ago reached the Immortal Realm on land and was indifferent to fame and profit, not interfering in worldly affairs.

He still cared quite a bit for his own unaccomplished disciples and their disciples.

Especially when he saw in the letter that the Dragon Island Lord specifically mentioned being interested in the Way of Taiji.

In his deep eyes, a trace of helplessness and... a trace of curiosity flashed by.

"Oh? This Sovereign of Flood Dragon Isle is actually quite interested in this poor Daoist's Way of Taiji as well?"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked the silver beard beneath his chin, a playful smile surfacing on his face.

"Very well, then. Very well."

"Since that is the case, then this poor Daoist shall personally make a trip to that Bright Summit."

"It also happens to be a chance to see for myself just what manner of He Fangshensheng this mysterious Flood Dragon is — one who can so easily suppress so many Grandmasters, and before whom even the Central Divine Power willingly concedes defeat."

He let out a soft sigh, and in his eyes there flickered a barely perceptible shade of dejection and sorrow.

He thought once more of his own fifth disciple, Zhang Cuishan, who had died in the prime of life and met with so many twists of fate.