Chapter 737: Causing losses, ethereal power

"Amitabha, I think that is unnecessary." Kucheng shook his head.

Yin Tianzheng raised his eyebrows, "Are you afraid?"

Kucheng cast a contemptuous glance at him, "Benefactor Yin, so many years have passed, have you still not learned your lesson?"

Yin Tianzheng's expression changed slightly, and he asked coldly, "Kucheng, what do you mean by that?"

Kucheng slowly took a step forward, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, "Benefactor Yin, I advise you not to stir up trouble recently, lest you trigger a conflict between the two sects and cause unnecessary losses."

"You..."

Yin Tianzheng was furious, "Kucheng, do you think I am afraid of you? I am now a Protector of the Ming Sect, what are you?"

Kucheng smiled faintly, "Benefactor Yin, although the Ming Sect is a flourishing sect in the Jianghu, you must understand clearly that the Ming Sect is not your personal Ming Sect. Furthermore, you have forgotten that you are only a nominal member; the power you currently possess is entirely ethereal."

"Hahahaha!"

Yin Tianzheng seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world and threw his head back in laughter.

Soon, he became serious again, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Just as he was about to charge forward, he saw Zhang Wuji, who was standing to the side, stop him, "Grandfather, let me handle him."

Ever since Zhang Wuji finished cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Art, he had not had a chance to test it on anyone.

His previous sparring matches with Xie Xun and the others were merely for show.

"Mm, Wuji, be careful." Yin Tianzheng nodded upon hearing this.

Kucheng was a very thorny character. Although he was not afraid of Kucheng, Kucheng was the Abbot of Shaolin, and his formidable strength could not be underestimated. If Zhang Wuji were to strike rashly, he would likely be the one to suffer.

Kucheng stood still, his eyes fixed on Zhang Wuji. He did not hold Zhang Wuji in high regard; Zhang Wuji was indeed outstanding, but he was ultimately not his match. Even if his aptitude was extraordinary, the gap between them was not small.

Zhang Wuji leaped into the martial arts arena and stood opposite Kucheng, thick internal energy condensing on the surface of his body.

"Junior, you are the most outstanding young person I have ever seen." Kucheng sized Zhang Wuji up for a few seconds before suddenly speaking.

Zhang Wuji was slightly surprised, not understanding what Kucheng meant by this.

"I came here today merely to warn you all not to stir up trouble recklessly, otherwise, do not blame my Shaolin Sect for being impolite," Kucheng said.

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Zhang Wuji frowned. The people of the Shaolin Sect were not good people; seeing him now with an air of detachment from worldly affairs made Zhang Wuji feel somewhat disgusted, "Kucheng, you don't need to give me this nonsense. The debt for my parents' deaths will be settled by me today!"

Kucheng shook his head and sighed, "Obsessed and unrepentant. Since that is the case, then show your true ability and let me see what qualifications you have to be the Young Master of the Ming Sect!"

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"Whoosh!"

As his voice fell, the monk's robes around Kucheng suddenly moved without wind. A fierce gale whistled, causing the surrounding tables and chairs to clatter loudly.

Zhang Wuji's pupils constricted. Clearly, he had not expected that Kucheng actually possessed such profound internal energy.

"Hah!"

Following this, Kucheng let out a low shout, his figure instantly exploding forward as he lunged toward Zhang Wuji.

An incomparably majestic force descended abruptly, and the entire manor seemed to fall into a state of oppression in an instant.

The air was filled with a suffocating sense of pressure.

Kucheng pushed his arms out horizontally, a wisp of golden light faintly visible between his palms. It was none other than the Bodhidharma Fist Seal, crushing the air as it traveled and emitting a sharp, shrill sound. ===== CHAPTER 739 =====