Chapter 385: Extinction: Old Thief Zhang, You Are Shameless!

"If it's hard to handle, then don't handle it! Go back to where you came from!"

Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm as he looked at the Five Great Sects.

Originally, he had still held some regard for the camaraderie of the martial arts world, but since these people were unceremoniously demanding to execute his disciple, Zhang Cuishan, at his hundredth birthday banquet, giving him no face at all, then he had no need to give them any face either.

This single sentence choked Master Kongwen of Shaolin quite severely.

Wasn't Zhang Sanfeng a kindly old man? Since when had he become so rigid?

If he refused to handle it, then it would truly be difficult to handle, wouldn't it?

Namo Amituofo!

"A like for True Person Sanfeng; I can't stand the faces of these martial arts people," Ye Fan transmitted his voice.

"Nonsense, this is equivalent to Kaisha cutting down my demon Admiral in front of me, the Queen? Can this be tolerated?" Morgana said.

"Uh... does this count as the same nature?" Yan Shuangying said.

"But there is no need to worry; True Person Sanfeng is already at the Land Immortal Realm. I see these people are no match for him at all," Li Chungang said.

The original Zhang Sanfeng was at the peak of the Heavenly Human Realm and was already the number one person in the Great Ming martial arts world.

Later, in the Chat Group's Virtual Arena, the two Grandmasters sparred and discussed the Tao, and Zhang Sanfeng gained enlightenment on the method to enter the Land Immortal Realm, greatly increasing his strength.

"Indeed, they cannot do anything to Sanfeng, but a person lives a lifetime for nothing more than fame and profit. Now that True Person Sanfeng is going against the entire martial arts world for his disciple, I fear he will be left with an eternal reputation of infamy," the Bad Commander said.

Human nature is a very complex thing; whether something is right or wrong is sometimes unimportant. As long as it aligns with the interests of the majority, wrong is right; if it does not align with the interests of the majority, right is wrong, and one might even be destroyed.

Zhang Sanfeng is just like this; he was originally a top-tier martial arts expert in the world, but he never contended for anything.

Even so, in the face of absolute profit, the other sects did not give him any face; instead, they felt he could be bullied.

If Zhang Sanfeng had been decisive in killing, these people would never have dared to cause trouble at his hundredth birthday banquet.

"Eat when it's time to eat, drink when it's time to drink!"

Feng Baobao finished a gulp of strong white liquor, ate potato chips, and sat in the seat of honor.

This left some Wudang disciples speechless; where did this old master find such a treasure of a person?

"Fine, Zhang Sanfeng, this nun has truly misjudged you."

"For the sake of a wicked disciple, you actually speak such rebellious words?"

"If Ancestor Guo Xiang were still alive, she would surely destroy you, you heartless old thing."

Miejue was exasperated, spewing nothing but vicious, soul-crushing words.

Mentioning Guo Xiang, Zhang Sanfeng's expression suddenly turned ugly, but he still said in a steady tone:

"Miejue, you are not even worthy of bringing up Heroine Guo Xiang. With the Emei Sect handed to you, I feel ashamed for Heroine Guo Xiang."

"Look at what you have done all these years; the dignified Emei Sect has been led by you to a mediocre state. If not for the Heavenly Sword left behind by Heroine Guo Xiang,"

"You, this old thieving nun, would not be worthy of coming to my Wudang Taiqing Hall."

Once these words were spoken, Miejue's expression turned ugly to the extreme.

There was one thing Zhang Sanfeng said that was correct: she, Miejue, was indeed inferior to Ancestor Guo Xiang.

Without the Heavenly Sword, her strength among the Six Great Sects was at most mediocre.

And now, forcing Zhang Cuishan, Miejue was naturally not sincerely trying to eliminate demons and defend the path.

Like most people, she wanted to know the whereabouts of the Dragon-Slaying Saber and coveted the treasure within it.

"Old Thief Zhang!"

Miejue's anger surged to her heart; furious to the extreme, she once again slashed over holding the Heavenly Sword.

"To have such a divine weapon in your hands is truly a waste!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked on with disdain, the vigorous Qi around his body rotating to form a three-foot wall of Qi, blasting Miejue away.

Immediately, he reached out his palm through the air and directly snatched the Heavenly Sword.

"My Heavenly Sword!" Miejue's expression was one of shock and rage.

This Zhang Sanfeng actually dared to snatch her Divine Sword; this is simply outrageous.

"Miejue, your virtue does not match the sword! It is better to leave it for me to keep," Zhang Sanfeng said.

"Everyone, attack together! For the sake of the righteous path, for the sake of justice, let's act together," Miejue roared.

Hearing this, the Wudang Seven and numerous martial arts disciples stepped forward one after another to block the disciples of the other sects, and a great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

"Amituofo, True Person Sanfeng, why must you do this? If you act this way, how can you face the teachings of the Divine Monk Jueyuan from back then?"

Master Kongwen of Shaolin pressed his palms together, his face showing a look of compassion.

He certainly could not beat Zhang Sanfeng, the number one in the martial arts world, in a fight. Others might not know how strong Zhang Sanfeng was, but as the Shaolin Sect Leader, how could he have no discernment at all?

Kongwen guessed that with Zhang Sanfeng's strength, he had likely already reached the legendary Land Immortal Realm.

"Master Kongwen, I suggest you return to the temple to chant sutras and pray to Buddha, and not interfere in the affairs of the martial arts world."

"Right and wrong, you and I both know clearly," Zhang Sanfeng said.

Unless it was an absolute last resort, he truly would not want to be enemies with Shaolin.

Master Jueyuan from back then had the grace of teaching him; if not for Jueyuan, there would be no Zhang Sanfeng today.

"Amituofo." Master Kongwen showed a look of helplessness and bitterness, and said no more.

"Zhang Sanfeng, others may fear you, but we do not. If you don't hand over Zhang Cuishan today and tell us the whereabouts of Xie Xun, I won't be finished with you."

Profit moves the heart; even though Zhang Sanfeng's strength was formidable, there were still people who dared to touch the tiger's whiskers.

The ones speaking were precisely the Kongtong Five Elders, He Taichong of the Kunlun Sect, and Xian Yutong of the Mount Hua Sect.

"Attack!"

Xian Yutong slashed with his sword, performing a very handsome sword flourish; the Kongtong Five Elders followed closely behind, unleashing the Seven Injury Fist with great momentum; He Taichong and his junior brother used the Kunlun Sword Technique together, their two swords combined.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and raised his hand, unleashing a Taiji Diagram of Qi!

Wherever the Taiji Diagram passed, the Qi of these sect leaders was disintegrated into nothingness, and they were immediately blasted away several dozen feet, falling to the ground.

Although he stood in opposition to these five major sects, Zhang Sanfeng ultimately did not use lethal force.

Seeing this, the rest of the martial arts practitioners were dumbfounded; was Zhang Sanfeng actually this strong?

He had taken out the sect leaders of Kunlun, Kongtong, and Mount Hua in just a single move?

It is said that fists fear the young and vigorous; the older one gets, the weaker their life-blood energy becomes, and the more frail their body grows.

How was it that Zhang Sanfeng was the exact opposite, completely full of dragon-like vigor and tiger-like ferocity, growing stronger with age?

Miejue's face turned pale, and only then did she realize the gap in strength between herself and Zhang Sanfeng.

Yet the more this was the case, the more jealous and furious she became...

Back then, Zhang Sanfeng was merely a little novice monk following behind Ancestor Guo Xiang, a person of no name.

Now, however, he was a generation's Martial Arts Grandmaster, invincible under heaven.

"Zhang Sanfeng, even if you have defeated me, I still do not submit! If you have the guts, kill us! Today we must eliminate the demon and defend the Taoism, for the sake of justice!" Xian Yutong of the Mount Hua Sect lay on the ground, speaking stubbornly.

"That's right, for the sake of the righteous path, for those innocent people who died, the devil must die!" the Kongtong Five Elders chimed in.

"Zhang Sanfeng, even if your personal martial arts are the best in the world, can you stand against the righteous path of the world? If you remain stubborn and unyielding, today's actions will surely leave you infamous for ten thousand years," Miejue sneered.

"Miejue Shitai, whether True Person Sanfeng will be remembered for eternity or leave a legacy of infamy is not for you to decide."

At this moment, Shangguan Haitang of Hulong Villa stepped out.

Dressed in a white robe, with a face as jade-like as a crown, and holding a bamboo and orchid folding fan, she looked every bit the elegant young gentleman.