Chapter 411

"Hmph!"

A cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Zhang Zhang Wuji took out the bottle of pills, folded the letter and put it away, then turned and returned to his room to rest.

The next day, early morning.

Zhang Zhang Wuji woke up and came to the courtyard to practice his sword. Today he was going to leave the Ming Cult to go out and gain experience.

Leaving this time, he didn't know when he would be able to return to the Ming Cult again.

Thinking of this, his heart was still somewhat complicated, but Zhang Zhang Wuji didn't have much hesitation.

After coming out, he went all the way to an inn. After resting, Zhang Zhang Wuji prepared to set off again.

But on the way, he encountered a group of Demonic Cult members again.

Seeing that they were currently chasing and killing a disciple, Zhang Zhang Wuji immediately took action and blocked these people.

The leading black-clad person was stunned, then drew his blade and pointed it at Zhang Zhang Wuji, "Kid, you dare to obstruct my business; are you looking for death?"

Zhang Zhang Wuji raised an eyebrow, "Is your Excellency that so-called trashy Demonic Cult Deputy Flag Master?"

"Who are you calling trashy?" the black-clad person was furious.

"Isn't it? You are all in rags, dressed like a beggar."

Hearing Zhang Zhang Wuji’s words, the black-clad person almost vomited blood. As the Deputy Flag Master of the Black Tortoise Flag of the Demonic Cult, he still had quite a bit of prestige in the Wu Lin; when had he ever suffered such insults?

The two clashed for one move, and the black-clad person instantly flew out and smashed heavily to the ground, while Zhang Zhang Wuji remained unscathed.

"You..." the black-clad person struggled for a moment, but in the end, couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood, "You... you cheated..."

Zhang Zhang Wuji sneered, "To deal with you lot of small-time villains, do I need to cheat? You are not worthy."

Saying this, Zhang Zhang Wuji used his Heaven-Reliant Sword and went straight to kill the Demonic Cult group.

The black-clad person gritted his teeth, but had no way to deal with Zhang Zhang Wuji, so he had to call his companions to resist. However, their strength was vastly different from Zhang Zhang Wuji’s, and within a few moves, they had all fallen.

The black-clad person slumped on the ground, staring fiercely at Zhang Zhang Wuji.

"Who exactly are you?"

"You are not qualified to know!" Zhang Zhang Wuji snorted coldly, but it was clear that the Deputy Flag Master of the Black Tortoise Flag was still unconvinced; his strength was quite good, otherwise he wouldn't have become a Deputy Flag Master.

"Heh heh, unwilling to say?"

Abruptly, Zhang Zhang Wuji smiled contemptuously and stomped his right foot violently.

The Deputy Flag Master’s chest collapsed directly inward, his eyes bulging, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something, but he was ultimately unable to speak.

"Ah!"

The surrounding Demonic Cult disciples were all scared silly, their whole bodies trembling, terrified.

They couldn't understand why, in the blink of an eye, the Deputy Flag Master had met with such a disaster.

Zhang Zhang Wuji walked slowly toward the Deputy Flag Master of the Black Tortoise Flag. His gaze swept over these Demonic Cult disciples, cold as water. These people usually did all kinds of evil and deserved to die; Zhang Zhang Wuji didn't show mercy.

In just three or five seconds, this group of Demonic Cult members had all perished.

After finishing these things, Zhang Zhang Wuji then left. Although he didn't kill these Demonic Cult disciples.

However, he had taught them a lesson, and he believed that they would not offend the Ming Cult again in the short term.

As for this Deputy Flag Master, if he died, he died; anyway, within the Demonic Cult, the struggle for high-level positions was always intense, and it was not surprising for a Deputy Flag Master or two to die.

Zhang Zhang Wuji continued on his way, and on the way, he encountered another wave of Demonic Cult disciples.

However, this wave of Demonic Cult disciples was relatively unlucky. Just as they were rushing over, they encountered Zhang Zhang Wuji coming head-on, and in one encounter, they were all killed clean.

This day, Zhang Zhang Wuji killed four waves of Demonic Cult disciples on the road. Each wave of people was not weak, and he even encountered two people with very high Wu Gong, but the final result was still being defeated by him.

However, he discovered that although these Demonic Cult disciples were numerous, their strength was not strong.

Their techniques or weapons were offbeat, but their true combat effectiveness was extremely loose. This point made Zhang Zhang Wuji feel that something was not right.

It stood to reason that such an organization should not be easily destroyed; ordinary people wouldn't be able to find them at all, let alone attack the main altar.

However, since he had encountered them, Zhang Zhang Wuji naturally had to investigate a bit.

Heading south all the way, Zhang Zhang Wuji became increasingly vigilant, because he was gradually approaching the main altar of the Demonic Cult.

"Stop!"

However, just as he was about to enter the valley, a Demonic Cult patrol team suddenly rushed out and quickly surrounded him. The leader was a burly man holding a wolf-tooth club.

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"People from the Demonic Cult!"

Zhang Zhang Wuji’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Heh heh, worthy of being the Young Master of the Ming Cult, truly powerful!" the burly man of the Demonic Cult licked his lips.

"I don't know any!" Zhang Zhang Wuji shook his head indifferently. He remembered that this person was called Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun laughed loudly, "It doesn't matter, as long as I know! Kid, are you going to surrender obediently? Or do you want to taste the flavor of my wolf-tooth club!"

With that, Zhao Jun brandished the wolf-tooth club and rushed straight to kill Zhang Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Zhang Wuji’s expression sharpened, and he retreated rapidly, avoiding Zhao Jun’s club.

Zhao Jun sneered, pursuing relentlessly.

— Author's Notes —

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