The leaves scattered with the wind, floating down along the steep mountain wall.
Behind Qinghe Palace.
The old Daoist Zhang Xuan’s lips trembled as he looked at his suddenly appearing disciple, Zhang Rongfang.
His mind was blank.
The group behind Zhao Yuetian had already collapsed into a pool of blood.
Could such a silent massacre be carried out by his disciple?
He... had just begun to acquire skills when he left, right?
At this mont, the first thing he thought of was not anything else but: Is this person really Zhang Rongfang? Or is it so master fooling him for fun?
At this ti, behind Zhang Rongfang, Qingsu was gasping for breath as she rushed over, also witnessing the trail of corpses and blood.
Her face turned pale; for the first ti, she recalled in her heart the scene when she first t the Pavilion Master.
Back then.... that person was also...
In an instant, Qingsu raised her head to stare at Zhang Rongfang’s back, as if she saw the shadow of soone from him.
She suppressed the oppression in her heart, slowly stepping over one corpse after another, stopping twenty ters away, waiting silently.
She knew that since Zhang Rongfang had chosen to reveal his strength, it ant there was only one outco.
Crack.
Zhang Rongfang, holding the Wish Wheel, stepped forward.
In front of him, Zhao Yuetian’s hair stood on end, tightly gripping the curved blade in his hand.
"Who are you?!! Do you know I am a person of the court! A court official!!"
Even though he held his most trusted blade, even though he was uninjured,
Zhao Yuetian understood that his life and death had reached the most critical mont.
He continuously retreated, panic showing on his face as he moved backward while Zhang Rongfang advanced.
Suddenly, his heel hit the foot of a cloth-drying rack.
There was no way to retreat further.
"If you... if you spare , I have wealth and riches! Beautiful won and treasures! I will write an acknowledgnt of debt, and when I return, I will definitely..."
All of a sudden, before he finished speaking, Zhao Yuetian’s expression changed, and the panic on his face vanished instantly.
With the curved blade gripped in both hands, he lunged forward.
Swish swish swish!!
The curved blade instantly beca thin lines, weaving a fine net in front of him.
It was an illusion caused by the blade’s excessive speed.
But, unfortunately.
Zhang Rongfang slightly dodged side to side, his steps still moving forward, yet not a single blade light could touch him.
Crack. A blade light chopped through the clothing rack beside him, sending the hanging Daoist robe flying, cut into pieces.
Buzz!!
In an instant, a silver light burst through all obstructing fragnts, crashing onto Zhao Yuetian’s chest with a boom.
With a dull thud.
His body turned rigid, and though the curved blade was brought back to defend, it could not withstand the heavy blow of the Wish Wheel.
With just one hit, Zhao Yuetian’s body flew horizontally, knocking over several rows of clothing racks, falling to the ground.
He tried with effort to get up, but the frothy blood incessantly gushing from his mouth and the chest injury where his chest had completely caved in rendered him powerless to rise.
"Are you... are you kidding !??"
Zhang Xuan’s disciple?? Could this person be Zhang Xuan’s disciple!?
He himself was only fifth-grade! This person... this person.....!!
Zhao Yuetian couldn’t comprehend, simply couldn’t understand.
He watched as Zhang Rongfang approached Tang Sha, that broad back gradually overlapping with an intelligence portrait he had seen earlier.
"Zhang.... is it Zhang Rong....!?" he suddenly rembered, his eyes flashing with intense incredulity.
But it was all too late.
The broken ribs had already pierced through his lungs, causing a massive influx of blood.
His vision gradually blurred due to lack of oxygen.
Tang Sha clenched his fist, his knuckles turning faintly white.
He stood still in place; he wanted to move, but seeing the corpses around him, he knew that whatever he did now would be aningless against the opponent’s body technique.
Though Zhao Yuetian’s strength was insignificant to him, he could defeat him within twenty moves.
But that did not an he could deal with so many people simultaneously.
"You win!"
Finally, when the opponent was ten ters away, he finally spoke.
"Whatever conditions you have, just state them!"
Zhang Rongfang’s steps paused slightly.
"I have a question."
"What is it?" Tang Sha, appearing calm on the surface, was in fact watching him tensely.
"Was it you who sent Qi Mountain Daoist to hunt down Yang Hongyan?" Zhang Rongfang asked the question that had puzzled him for a long ti.
"...No." Tang Sha replied decisively, "My relationship with Qi Mountain is average, I just hired him temporarily to ambush Chen Zihan."
"So...." Zhang Rongfang still wanted to ask sothing.
Suddenly, he dodged to the left.
Pfft!
A needle, fine as cow’s hair, just narrowly missed him, embedding itself in the distant ground.
The silver needle moved extrely fast, with great force, burrowing into the ground in an instant, leaving no trace.
Tang Sha didn’t even look at the result, discarding a chanical box, while his hands gathered strength, his arm muscles swiftly swelling.
"Heavy Mountain!!"
He roared low, stomping heavily, charging towards Zhang Rongfang’s head with one palm.
This sneak attack, gathered with all his explosive power, struck out with the Limit-Breaking Skill Heavy Mountain.
This could be said to be the epito of his fifth-grade martial arts power.
But, this strike missed.
The palm, laden with imnse power, instantly grazed past Zhang Rongfang’s side.
Tang Sha imdiately changed his move, his elbow striking towards Zhang Rongfang’s waist with a One Elent Talisman.
But the elbow ca to an abrupt halt.
In front of him, the blade of the Wish Wheel Separation Injury was pointed directly at his elbow, re milliters away.
Tang Sha hurriedly changed his move, but it was already too late.
Zhang Rongfang wielded the Wish Wheel in his hand, akin to a fusion of a shield and a sharp blade, achieving a harmony between speed and strength that surpassed Tang Sha’s moves entirely.
The two engaged in rapid exchanges of several moves.
Tang Sha continually erupted with heavy bursts just to barely keep up with Zhang Rongfang’s speed.
Bang!
Finally, he was a beat too slow on one move.
A long, thin scar opened from his shoulder to his chest, and blood imdiately gushed out, staining his daoist robe red.
Zhang Rongfang did not expect that, under desperate circumstances, Tang Sha could actually use Mist Smoke Step to barely keep up with his speed.
But even that is the extent of it.
No need for any Limit-Breaking Skill; he kept swinging the Wish Wheel.
The twenty-pound tal wheel in hand forced Tang Sha into a tight defensive posture.
Puff!
Once again, Tang Sha’s right arm was slashed open with a large gash.
Excessive blood loss made his head feel dizzy, and his movents slowed slightly.
Ah!!
Suddenly, he let out a scream as his left arm was severed and fell to the ground due to a block.
The scream did not spread far and abruptly stopped.
A human head soared high, crashed to the ground, lifeless.
He sighed lightly.
Looking at Tang Sha’s corpse, Zhang Rongfang recalled that not long ago, he was rely a third-rank martial artist who could only look up to others like him.
And now, he could directly kill the strongest individual of the entire Qinghe Palace.
Tang Sha was indeed formidable; when he fought Zhang Xuan before, he likely avoided using any Limit-Breaking Skill so as not to get injured.
This man had cultivated his martial arts to a level where he was using various talismanic skills to seamlessly cover any gaps; his style was flawless.
At such a level, it was nearly impossible to find an opening during a fight, so Zhang Rongfang had no choice but to overwhelm him with sheer power and speed.
Unlike Zhao Yuetian from before, whose so-called sword technique seed fast.
But, in reality, there were considerable pauses in the transitions between moves, revealing weaknesses.
For Zhang Rongfang, who was much faster, identifying an opening ant securing a one-kill strike.
The corpses of Tang Sha and Zhao Yuetian lay scattered in two places.
The large rack between them had been smashed apart.
At this mont, Master Zhang Xuan watched Zhang Rongfang walk closer, the shock and astonishnt in his eyes were so obvious that even the observer Qingsu could clearly see.
The fifth-rank Tang Sha was cut down right before their eyes???!!!
And also Zhao Yuetian of the Sea Dragon...
That fourth-rank expert didn’t last more than a few exchanges before being incapacitated!?
The twists and turns ca too suddenly, leaving Zhang Xuan sowhat at a loss for how to react.
It was like two parents were fighting, locked in a fierce battle.
Suddenly, your three-year-old son rushed out and crushed the opponents one by one, effortlessly overpowering all.
And your first reaction isn’t joy, but dumbfoundedness.
What happened? Where am I? Am I dreaming?
Or maybe my son isn’t actually my son, but a dwarf in disguise? A dwarf with Innate Divine Power?
Zhang Xuan’s mind was flooded with countless thoughts and doubts.
The key was, he rembered with great clarity that when Zhang Rongfang left, he was rely a first-rank.
His happiness at the ti led him to reward him with the Wish Wheel he had collected before.
Now, how could it be... how was it possible!?
"Master," Zhang Rongfang approached, supporting Zhang Xuan.
"You... how!?" Zhang Xuan was filled with questions but halted his speech when he saw the masked woman behind his disciple.
Golden Wing Pavilion!
That person was from the Golden Wing Pavilion!
Zhang Xuan recognized that kind of mask.
It was a universal design within the Golden Wing Pavilion, pitch-black with a white vertical mark on the forehead.
Recalling Zhang Rongfang’s recent display of power...
He suddenly considered a possibility.
If it was Golden Wing Pavilion taking action with secret dicines to stimulate potential.... maybe...
Yet what kind of secret dicine could be this powerful??
Even if Zhang Rongfang was diligent, reaching second-rank, how could he possibly face a master like Tang Sha...
Unless....
All of a sudden, Zhang Xuan seed to grasp sothing.
He carefully revisited the entirety of Zhang Rongfang’s circumstances from his disciple through and through.
He realized that he seed unaware of the true Zhang Rongfang from the very beginning.
Zhang Rongfang claid to be seventeen and had never practiced martial arts, but no one knew if these were true.
Now, it appeared he was definitely not seventeen!
And definitely hadn’t refrained from practicing martial arts before!
Zhang Xuan believed he had found the most fitting explanation.
His heart’s logic finally found its foothold.
If Zhang Rongfang had been practicing martial arts diligently from childhood, possessing exceptional talent and comprehension, then it was only natural that Golden Wing Pavilion had taken interest.
He stopped overthinking.
Since his disciple didn’t speak, he wouldn’t ask.
At this mont, Zhang Rongfang’s willingness to risk carrying the Wish Wheel to rescue already proved everything.
"Let’s go; we’ll help your senior brother first!" He quickly regained focus and said in a serious tone.
Zhang Rongfang shook his head slightly.
"Master, before I ca, I already cleared up once over at the main hall. My senior brothers should have already won."
Zhang Xuan was astounded, montarily lost for words, unsure of what to say.
Previously, he could maintain his role as a ntor.
But now, knowing Zhang Rongfang was essentially a prodigy, having joined Golden Wing Pavilion.
His future was destined to far surpass his own...
He had once imagined that this day might co, but never had he thought it would co so quickly!
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