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Master Yunlong: "?"
The Wudang disciples: "?"
They looked at each other blankly.
Attack Wudang? Did I hear that right?
Zhou Meng casually played a card without even looking up.
"Qingfeng, Mingyue, are you two mistaken?"
"No! He was going to kill us!"
Just then, several figures burst in, their voices faster than their speed.
"Wudang people, come out and die! We are Quanxing!"
"That's right! Today, the Quanxing Sect will annihilate Wudang."
"You little brat, come out here..."
Several members of the Wang family rushed in, before they could say anything more.
“Kun character · Earth pillar”
Hong Ye didn't even look up, casually raising his hand.
The underground soil churned, and a dozen sharp earthen spikes instantly turned several members of the Wang family into bloody gourds.
Then the sharp rocks and soil disappeared, and the severed limbs of several Wang family members were scattered all over the ground, with blood flowing everywhere.
"Just these few people?"
Master Hong played a card.
He then looked at the two young Taoist disciples beside him, who were pale with fright, and frowned.
"How could just a few people be so scared?"
"Junior brother, is it possible that you scared him?"
Zhou Meng looked at the shattered corpse on the ground and shook his head.
"After all, it's not a time of war anymore, and many of the younger generation have never seen blood."
Suddenly, a sword's cry rang out.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an ordinary-looking flying sword suddenly fly over and hover above the golden hall.
The sword was slightly flipped, pointing precisely at the door.
"Did Lü Zu move his sword?"
Zhou Meng stood up and smiled enigmatically, "It must be a trick left behind by that brat Lu Xuan."
"It seems that someone has really attacked my Wudang Mountain today!"
"Zhou Meng, you've taken on a fine apprentice!"
Master Lu's eyes darted around, still somewhat incredulous.
"Who dares to attack my Wudang Sect?"
Master Hong, being the most bloodthirsty, immediately stood up as well.
"Dare to come to Wudang? Just kill them."
"Yunlong, have your disciples set up the formation."
Zhou Meng shouted, only to see that the Wudang disciples were even more excited than they were.
"I've been practicing for several years, and today I can finally get started."
"I want to hit ten."
"Come on! My Tai Chi swordplay is itching to be used."
Young extraordinary people are always full of passion, which made Daoist Yunlong frown.
"You all better behave yourselves and stand behind me for a moment."
"It's good to be young!"
Master Hong's Taoist robe was open, and his dark eyes revealed no emotion.
His bloodthirstiness was the greatest; in that war-torn era they lived through, there was no room for mercy.
"Now they dare to bring anything to Wudang Mountain!"
"Junior brother, be careful! I don't think that person just now was from Quanxing."
"Who cares if he is or not, if you dare to go to Wudang Mountain, you'll leave your life behind."
Just then, Wang Feng led a group of Wang family members in single file.
Wang Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at others with an air of superiority.
He strode forward, taking in the Wudang main hall and disciples.
The golden summit of Wudang Mountain gleams in the setting sun.
A peach wood sword floated in the air, its sword aura far-reaching and its sword light dazzling.
Zhou Meng and three other guys who looked somewhat familiar were the first to be affected...
Wang Feng's pace suddenly slowed down a little.
Further back was Yunlong with a dignified expression, followed by hundreds of Wudang disciples standing ready for battle.
Wang Feng: "..."
He stopped walking and subconsciously swallowed.
That positioning... is terrifyingly strong!
The golden palace shone brilliantly in the setting sun, and a peach wood sword gleamed brightly.
As far as the eye could see, four elderly men, who looked very old, exuded a fierce aura and their eyes gleamed with menacing light.
Behind them stood the dignified-looking Daoist Yunlong, resembling a door god, followed by a neatly arranged array of Wudang disciples.
The golden light shone so brightly from the Golden Summit that it made the Wudang disciples below appear to stand vaguely in the shadows.
Under the pressure of hundreds of gazes, Wang Feng couldn't help but slow down.
Just then, all the members of the Wang family walked in.
With a creak, the door closed.
Wang Feng: "..."
I suddenly felt inexplicably panicked.
The key point is that the guy opposite me, who keeps staring at me with naturally dark eyes, looks more and more familiar the more I look at him.
Even the wind blowing in our faces seemed to have become a bit fiercer.
Wang Feng's robe was torn apart by a sudden gust of wind, revealing his aged, donkey-like face beneath.
Old Hong withdrew his hand, his dark pupils fixed on Wang Feng, and he let out a cold laugh that held no meaning.
"Hehehe, Wang Feng! It's you, kid."
"Hong! Master Hong! You're not dead!"
Wang Feng finally recognized this Wudang disciple of his generation, who possessed the extraordinary feature of naturally black eyes, and his heart immediately skipped a beat.
If that's the case, then the other two who look familiar...
Wang Feng's heart sank to the bottom.
Then, the sword light hanging high above the golden palace engulfed everything.
Moments later! Blood stained the entire square, and corpses littered the ground.
At the same time, the same sword cry echoed through the back of Longhu Mountain.
Lu Xuan walked slowly into the frozen "world".
Before him stood Wang Ai, her expression of terror appearing incredibly slowly, as if frozen in time.
A trembling voice was forced out from between his teeth.
"Lu, Lu Xuan!"
Chapter 83: This is probably the part that everyone is happy to see.
Wang Ai was unable to move in front of Lu Xuan.
Behind him, there was a sudden, rapid clang of swords, like the sound of wind.
The sword rang out with a resounding clang, annihilating everything in its path!
Whether it's the shattered fragments of a house, the Qi floating in the air, or Zhang Chulan's thunder magic and Wang Ye's esoteric arts, the Wang family members together created a landscape painting...
They were all annihilated by the sword's cry, which was as swift as the wind.
The sword's cry continued, breaking down all impurities in the area into their most basic particles, including the Wang family members who were also being suppressed...
"No! No way!"
Wang Ai seemed to have suddenly gained some strength, but he stretched out his hand in vain.
Powerless to stop it, he could only watch as the skin and flesh of his proudest Wang family members were blown apart by the sword's cry.
Then came the tendons and bones beneath the flesh, the bones suddenly shattering and fragmenting, finally turning into dust and drifting away...
In just a few breaths, dozens of Wang family descendants, whom Wang Ai was so proud of, turned into dust out of thin air, and even their ashes were scattered by the wind.
The wind even continued forward, blowing straight towards... Wang Bing?
He only has one great-grandson!
"Lu Xuan, you'll get your comeuppance for being so cruel!"
Wang Ai's face was cold and his voice was urgent and loud as he roared.