Richest Man: "What the hell, is there something wrong with my ears?"
Richest Man: "The way he said that, if I didn't know better I'd think HE was Zhang Sanfeng."
Richest Man: "That whole 'if we all swarm forward, Master Zhang can't possibly kill us all'—does he even have the strength to back up those words?"
Ordinary Group Leader: "The real kicker is he wasn't even bluffing with false bravado—he might genuinely believe he was threatening Zhang Sanfeng? Funny.jpg"
Ordinary Group Leader: "Before, whether Zhang Sanfeng could kill them all was debatable. But now?"
Holy Lord: "Courting death."
Cook Daigu Into Soup: "Look at them right now—they can barely stand. Apart from the few still managing to stay upright, many have already collapsed to their knees."
Cook Daigu Into Soup: "Can they really swarm forward?"
He answered that question with a firm negative.
They didn't look like they had any fight left in them.
Umaru the Dried Object: "Is the Dragon Slaying Saber really that tempting?"
Invincible East: "What tempts them isn't the Dragon Slaying Saber—it's the title of Supreme of the Martial World."
Invincible East: "Just like an emperor's throne, the title of Supreme holds immense allure for anyone in the jianghu."
Invincible East: "Of course, the strong don't need such empty titles. Only the weak are greedy for them."
Invincible East: "They should be thankful they climbed Mount Wudang and not my Sun Moon Holy Cult's mountain. Otherwise, I'd have killed every last one of them."
Uchiha Dance King: "That is exactly what should be done."
Madara shared that sentiment entirely. In the ninja world, the wars of the Warring States period had been far more brutal than this.
Children of five and six were already regulars on the battlefield.
In that era, anyone who wasn't from your own clan and dared provoke you was an enemy.
Kasumi Shiko: "That really does sound brutal."
Kasumi Shiko: "@Holy Guardian Left Wing, shouldn't you have something to say about this?"
Holy Guardian Left Wing: "Shrug.jpg"
Holy Guardian Left Wing: "What's there to say about internal chaos within a civilization?"
Holy Guardian Left Wing: "I can only tell you that if any civilization dared provoke the Angel Civilization the way these people are doing, their fate would be miserable."
Provoking the Angel Civilization—in the known universe, aside from Morgana and Death God Karl, not even the Blazing Sun would dare do such a thing.
Of course, before the Angel Civilization had risen to power, civilizations like that had existed. But their fate was to become stepping stones for the angels' glory.
Back then, the Order of Justice hadn't even been established yet.
The Most Ancient Godslayer: "The weak challenging the strong without knowing the gap—utterly foolish."
Richest Man: "Hahahaha."
Richest Man: "Coming from anyone else, sure, but when the Marquis says it I can't help but laugh."
Richest Man: "The five major sects are way out of their league compared to you, right? You're a Godslayer who slew divine beings in a mortal body!"
Richest Man: "Shouldn't you be admiring their nerve instead?"
After all, the Godslayers were the true fools. Everyone knew a mortal's strength couldn't possibly defeat a god, yet the Godslayers were the exact opposite—as though their survival instinct in the face of danger had been discarded entirely.
And then they created miracles.
Ordinary Group Leader: "Pfft—"
Ordinary Group Leader: "That actually makes a lot of sense."
The Most Ancient Godslayer: "."
Like hell it did.
Were their situations even remotely comparable?
Zhang Sanfeng: "."
Watching the livestream's comments, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
If he actually killed them, Wudang's reputation would be ruined.
He didn't care much about that sort of thing, but it wasn't like he lacked better options.
Killing outright was off the table, but a show of force? That was perfectly fine.
His gaze turned to Kongwen. A flicker of golden light passed through his eyes.
"Pfft!"
A terrifying wave of pressure surged straight into Kongwen's mind. He couldn't hold back the blood that sprayed from his mouth. The internal energy in his body seemed to vanish entirely, his legs buckled, and he dropped straight to his knees.
Shame. Fury. And overwhelming terror.
Kongwen couldn't fathom what level Zhang Sanfeng's strength had reached. Without so much as lifting a finger—a single glance had forced him to his knees.
So many years had passed. The masters who once stood in Zhang Sanfeng's generation had long since died or retreated into seclusion. Zhang Sanfeng's martial prowess, while legendary throughout the jianghu and the subject of countless tales, had never been truly tested in combat. No one actually knew just how strong he was.
They had assumed that with all the major sects gathered at Wudang, prying Xie Xun's whereabouts would be effortless—perhaps even an opportunity to suppress Wudang's prestige. They never imagined that without lifting a hand, Zhang Sanfeng's pressure alone would render them unable to fight.
A myth of the martial world? A terrestrial immortal?
Zhang Sanfeng's strength exceeded everything they had imagined.
Zhang Sanfeng gazed calmly at Kongwen, then swept his eyes across the disciples and sect leaders sprawled before the True Martial Hall—some channeling internal energy in desperate resistance, some flushed and barely holding on, some coughing blood and crumpled on the ground, some unconscious from the unbearable strain—and spoke evenly:
"Today is this poor Daoist's hundredth birthday. I have no desire to create further incident."
"Your grudges with Xie Xun are your own affair. But you are not qualified to interrogate my disciples."
As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng made no move to restrain his pressure. Surging internal power flowed from him like an endless river, vast and boundless. A soft radiance emanated from his body, yet it carried no warmth.
They could only feel their bodies bound and compressed by some inexplicable force. Even breathing had become a struggle.
The members of the smaller sects were on the verge of tears.
If not for Zhang Sanfeng's pressure and that binding force holding them in place, they would have thrown themselves to the ground, kowtowed in apology, and fled down Mount Wudang immediately.
What was there even to hesitate about?
Even if they got the Dragon Slaying Saber—so what? As long as this man drew breath, who would dare call themselves Supreme of the Martial World?
They couldn't afford to offend him!!!
The luckiest ones were those who had already fainted earlier, and those joining them now—spared from enduring any more of this pressure.
If given another chance, they would have prepared lavish gifts, presented them respectfully, and left immediately—making absolutely certain Master Zhang understood they hadn't come for the Dragon Slaying Saber.
Or better yet, they shouldn't have come at all. They should have simply sent disciples to deliver the gifts on their behalf.
Instead of this.
But there were no do-overs in life.
"Precious saber slays the dragon, Supreme of the Martial World, commands all under heaven, none dare disobey; unless the Heavenly Sword appears, who can contend?"
"Are you truly here for Xie Xun, or for the Dragon Slaying Saber in his hands? Did you really think this poor Daoist couldn't see through you? Why bother with such lofty pretenses?"
"Without the strength to back it up, thinking a single saber could make you Supreme of the Martial World—nothing in this world comes that easily."
Zhang Sanfeng said indifferently.
(End of Chapter)