Zhu Tian: Starting from the Laughing Proud Yue Buqun

Chapter 214 Zhang Wuji: Dealing with you doesn't even require my master's intervention!

The sacred flame burns brightly at the Ming Cult's headquarters.

After leaving the main hall, Zhang Wuji, Zhu'er, Wei Yixiao, and the others arrived at the square.

A few Ming Cult disciples stood scattered around the sacred fire pillar; there weren't many of them.

Most of the Ming Cult disciples went to the front lines to attack the Mongol Yuan dynasty.

The only disciples remaining at Bright Peak now are the subordinates under Wei Fuwang.

The disciples bowed, and Wei Yixiao waved his hand slightly.

"Young Master Zhang, I'm counting on you from now on!" he said, looking at Zhang Wuji.

People from the Persian Grand Cult are coming, including powerful individuals at the level of Innate Grandmaster.

This is not something Wei Yixiao can handle.

Although Wei Yixiao was given the Xuanming Divine Palm, a martial art by the Xuanming Elders by Xu Qing, he has now achieved some success and his strength has reached the pinnacle of the martial arts world.

But they still couldn't do anything to a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm.

Zhang Wuji nodded slightly and said calmly, "Rest assured, Bat King Wei, I have received my master's true teachings and will never disgrace him!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it exuded a strong sense of confidence, and his demeanor commanded respect.

Even today, Zhang Wuji possesses the aura of a grandmaster.

Such a rapid growth rate truly befits the protagonist of this world and this era!
"Report!"

A Ming Cult disciple rushed over and shouted loudly.

He knelt before Wei Yixiao and said, "Reporting to King Wei, the Persian Grand Master has arrived!"

Wei Yixiao nodded slightly: "Let them come over."

"Yes!" The disciple quickly retreated and relayed the message to the disciple guarding the mountain gate.

Soon, the Persian leaders ascended to the Ming Cult's headquarters.

In the vast square, all the Ming Cult disciples turned their gaze toward the group of envoys from the Persian Ming Cult.

The leaders were the three messengers of the Sun, Moon, and Stars, each wielding a unique weapon.

The presence of two men and one woman on this square immediately stirred the power of heaven and earth, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"A messenger from the Persian headquarters has arrived! Ming Cult leader Xu Qing, why haven't you come out to pay your respects yet!"

The tallest figure represents the sun and symbolizes the power of light. He is also known as the Flowing Cloud Envoy. He takes a step and lets out a loud shout that resounds throughout the entire Bright Peak.

Its sound was like thunder, shaking the air, and the sound waves rose suddenly, impacting all directions, immediately giving the Ming Cult a show of force.

"presumptuous!"

Zhang Wuji shouted coldly. His voice was very soft, yet it was filled with a surging momentum that caused the sound waves of the Flowing Cloud Envoy to dissipate instantly.

He took a step, appearing silently like the wind before the Persian sect. As he arrived, a fierce wind arose.

Everyone's robes fluttered wildly, and their cheeks stung from the strong wind.

It felt like I'd been slapped in the face, a burning pain.

"What incredible lightness skill! He leaps nearly a hundred feet in a single bound!"

Wei Yixiao was astonished, seeing Zhang Wuji use such exquisite lightness skill for the first time.

This kid really did receive the cult leader's true teachings!

Seeing this, his confidence increased considerably.

"You are Xu Qing, the leader of the Ming Cult?!"

Liu Yunshi looked coldly at Zhang Wuji. Seeing how young he was, yet how powerful his aura was, and how his sharp eyes made people's hearts tremble, his face turned somewhat ugly.

This oppressive aura truly befits a powerful figure capable of annihilating three grandmasters!
The other two envoys also tensed up, both sensing that Zhang Wuji's aura was very strong and that he was a formidable enemy!
"I am Zhang Wuji, a disciple of the sect leader. You are not worthy of my master's personal intervention. I can handle this alone!"

Zhang Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura of power.

"Zhang Wuji!?"

"That guy who fought to a standstill with the monk Du'e, the leader of the Three Crossings?"

The three envoys had obviously heard of Zhang Wuji's achievements and knew that Xu Qing's disciple was also a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm, but had not been in that realm for long.

Upon seeing him now, the three envoys felt immense pressure due to his powerful aura.

If Xu Qing's disciple is this strong, how powerful must Xu Qing be?
All three envoys had this thought in their minds, and they became more suspicious and wary of Xu Qing's strength.

"Wuji?! Is he really my adopted son, Wuji?!"

At this moment, Xie Xun, who was behind the Persian group and bound by chains, heard Zhang Wuji's voice and shouted excitedly.

He was blind and had not seen Zhang Wuji for many years. Even when he heard a voice, he could hardly recognize it.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's powerful self-introduction, she was still somewhat unsure, which is why she asked, "Godfather!?"

Upon hearing Xie Xun's voice, Zhang Wuji immediately moved with lightning speed, so fast that it was difficult for anyone to react, heading straight for the source of the sound.

"Stop him!"

The three men were visibly shocked, but to their surprise, Zhang Wuji immediately took action to take Xie Xun back.

They all unleashed their inner energy, attempting to stop Zhang Wuji.

But Zhang Wuji was as elusive as the wind; with just a few shifts, his figure easily passed the three envoys.

“Such speed!”

"How could it be so fast!"

"Can't stop it!"

The three envoys stared wide-eyed in surprise, trying to stop Zhang Wuji, but he easily bypassed them, and they couldn't stop him at all.

The Persian Ming Cult disciples behind them were all sent flying by the power of heaven and earth that Zhang Wuji had summoned.

The Twelve Treasure Tree Kings, located in the center of the group, also felt Zhang Wuji's domineering power of heaven and earth and were all forcefully pushed aside.

Aside from the ever-victorious king, he leaped from his vehicle, his face as cold as ice, and roared:

"Kid, you think you're qualified to save people? Let Xu Qing do it!"

Holding the Dragon-Slaying Saber he had seized from Xie Xun, Chang Sheng Wang slashed down with a mighty blow, unleashing a terrifying burst of sword energy that stretched for dozens of feet.

"No one can stop me from saving my godfather! Get out of my way!"

With the Nine Yang Innate True Qi circulating alongside the Qiankun Great Shift technique, Zhang Wuji's combat power instantly surged to its peak. His first move was the Seven Injury Fist, his most proficient fist technique!
With a single punch, seven terrifying and ever-changing fist-shaped true energy imprints collided one after another with the incoming blade energy.

The two forces collided in mid-air, creating an extremely intense collision.

Zhang Wuji moved with lightning speed, arriving directly in front of Xie Xun. Seeing Xie Xun bound by chains and stained with blood, Zhang Wuji's face flushed, and anger flickered in his eyes.

"Father!"

Xie Xun was moved, touched Zhang Wuji's hand, and tears welled up in his blind eyes.

This is truly his fearless child, possessing such formidable strength and offering such direct assistance.

"Godfather, just you wait and see. Wuji will take care of everyone who has hurt you!"

He grabbed Xie Xun's shoulder, lifted him up sharply, and then flung him away.

"Bat King, take good care of my godfather!"

Xie Xun felt an incredibly powerful force, and he was thrown out of the air.

He was incredibly surprised; his adopted son was truly remarkable to possess such power.

"Don't worry, Young Hero Zhang!"

As soon as Wei Yi finished laughing, he used his unparalleled lightness skill to fly through the air at an incredible speed.

"Stop him!"

The three envoys looked grim, as Zhang Wuji had actually rescued Xie Xun right under the noses of so many people.

That would be too embarrassing.

Xie Xun must be captured again.

The three of them moved in unison.

Zhang Wuji suddenly appeared in front of the three envoys, swung his fists, and unleashed a burst of power, sending all three envoys flying.

"Go away!"

"Ah! Zhang Wuji, you're too arrogant!"

Chang Sheng Wang roared in anger. With so many grandmasters and powerful experts in front of him, how could a junior like Zhang Wuji act so recklessly? What a disgrace!

He drew his Dragon-Slaying Saber and charged at Zhang Wuji once more!

The other eleven Treasure Tree Kings all sprang into action, leaping up to intercept Xie Xun halfway.

"Heh, you guys are too slow!"

Wei Yixiao's figure was extremely fast, far surpassing the eleven Treasure Tree Kings.

It even stepped on the heads of several Treasure Tree Kings, grabbed the Golden Lion King, and then escaped unscathed.

His speed is unmatched even by grandmaster-level experts.

Not to mention these precious tree kings that have not yet reached the level of innate grandmaster!

(End of this chapter)