Zhu Tian: Starting from the Laughing Proud Yue Buqun

Chapter 218 The Twelve Treasure Tree King and the Three Persian Envoys' Defeat
"That virtuous monk actually lost!"

"Such a master of martial arts was defeated by the leader of the Ming Cult in such a short time!"

Just how strong is this person?!

The three Persian envoys and the Ever-Victorious King, who were engaged in fierce fighting and siege, noticed Xu Qing walking out of the main hall. They were all shaken and their hearts were filled with turmoil.

They didn't know how powerful the Venerable Master was.

However, judging from the fact that the opponent appeared on the spot, stepping on the void and having his voice resound throughout Bright Peak, his skill was extremely terrifying.

However, it took only a quarter of an hour for such a powerful figure to enter the hall and for Xu Qing to leave.

Unbeknownst to them, most of the time was spent chatting between Xu Qing and Da De; the real battle consisted of only one move.

Even so, the four Persian masters were quite shocked and felt a slight fear of Xu Qing.

"Hahaha, did you see that? My master is invincible and no one can defeat him."

You bunch of petty scoundrels, how dare you covet my master's power and the Central Plains?

That's simply overestimating themselves!

Zhang Wuji laughed and noticed Xu Qing walking out, but he wasn't surprised.

He knew that his master's martial arts skills were so profound that even he himself could hardly grasp them.

Not to mention other people.

"Wuji, stop playing around and end this battle."

Xu Qing stood with his hands behind his back, not making a move, but speaking calmly.

"Yes! Master!"

Zhang Wuji's expression hardened. The martial arts of these four people were completely different from those in the Central Plains, and they looked very strange.

But after the fierce battle, he had seen through it all.

These four people all practiced a similar divine skill to the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, but it was not the authentic version.

"I'll show you the real 'Great Shift of Heaven and Earth'!"

Zhang Wuji's inner energy surged like a raging sea. He stirred the void with both hands, controlling the power of the four Persian grandmasters and transforming it into his own to attack them.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
The three Persian envoys and the Ever-Victorious King coughed up blood and flew about, each suffering damage to their meridians and internal organs from the force of the four men, and collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Wuji stood still, his black hair dancing in the surging air, his face rosy, effortlessly displaying the strength of a true warrior.

Zhu'er was overjoyed and wanted to shout, but she had to hold back because she was healing Xie Xun's injuries.

And so, Zhang Wuji's battle ended.

The strange beast, the white ape, transformed into a combination of wind and thunder, its sword light flashing like lightning before these treasure tree kings in an instant.

The nine Treasure Tree Kings were cleaved away by the sword light, their bodies eroded by the power of the sword energy, their clothes torn and covered in blood.

"Hehe, I'm done playing, just fall down!"

Wei Yixiao chuckled lightly, and his hands, radiating extreme cold power, swiftly unleashed a barrage of energy. The surrounding air currents transformed into icy chill, enveloping the Great Sage King and the Wisdom King.

As the chill swept over them, the two unleashed their inner energy with all their might, but instantly felt as if they were in an ice cellar, their limbs going numb, as if even the blood in their bodies was about to freeze.

boom!boom!
The two most powerful and rare tree kings flew horizontally and fell to the ground, trembling and in great pain.

The Persians were utterly defeated!
Wei Yixiao waved his black robe, glanced at the group of fallen Persian sect members, and sneered:
"You are far from qualified to reclaim the authority of the Ming Cult!"

"You have already suffered a crushing defeat without even the leader lifting a finger!"

"you!"

The Twelve Treasure Tree Kings and the three envoys all looked extremely grim, but unfortunately, it was indeed the truth.

They lost!

They didn't even have the right to ask Xu Qing to make a move, and were thus utterly defeated by his disciples and subordinates.

This outcome was unacceptable to all members of the Persian Catholic Church.

Before this, they considered themselves to be the envoys of the Ming Cult's birthplace, the true controllers, and thus held a superior position compared to this branch of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains.

From beginning to end, they never took the Ming Cult of the Central Plains seriously.

However, this very branch that they had taken for granted so seriously managed to defeat them all with such force.

Xu Qing showed no interest in the group of aliens and waved his hand: "Take them all away and lock them up." "Yes, Master!"

All the Ming Cult disciples responded loudly, their eyes filled with awe and respect for Xu Qing.

"Master, this is the Sacred Flame Token, which has been lost to our sect for many years. It has profound significance!"

Wei Yixiao snatched the six Sacred Flame Tokens from the three Persian envoys and handed them to Xu Qing with a smile.

Zhang Wuji didn't recognize this thing, but as an elder of the Ming Cult, he naturally knew about it.

Xu Qing nodded slightly, accepted the Sacred Flame Token, and examined it for a moment.

It is inscribed with Persian script, recording a mental cultivation technique.

The Ever-Victorious King and the three Persian envoys were able to reach the Grandmaster level by practicing the martial arts in the Sacred Flame Token.

It is evident that this mental cultivation technique is no weaker than the unparalleled divine skills of the Central Plains martial arts world.

For Xu Qing, it was of some use, but that was all.

After all, he had seen too many divine skills, and it was difficult for such a divine skill to stir his heart again.

"Have Xiao Zhao translate the martial arts techniques on this Sacred Flame Token, write them down as a manual, and put them in the sect's armory for meritorious disciples to practice."

After Xu Qing memorized the Sacred Flame Token's divine skill, he handed the Sacred Flame Token back to Wei Yixiao and gave him instructions.

"Yes, Master." Wei Yixiao was overjoyed; the martial arts techniques on this Sacred Flame Token were extraordinary.

If it's placed in the armory, he can use his merits to cultivate the divine skills on it.

This would also increase his chances of reaching the level of a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm!
"Master."

Zhang Wuji stepped forward and bowed in greeting.

"You did well; you didn't embarrass your teacher."

Xu Qing nodded with a smile, reached out and patted Zhang Wuji on the shoulder, very satisfied with his disciple's growth.

He defeated four opponents single-handedly and with overwhelming force; this disciple has acquired some of his master's charisma.

"Hehe, it's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching that I have achieved what I have today." Zhang Wuji chuckled, neither humble nor arrogant, showing great modesty.

"Go see your godfather, heal his injuries, and then take him to the dungeon to see Cheng Kun and settle the old scores."

Xu Qing withdrew his hand and gave instructions.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji nodded, picked up the Dragon-Slaying Saber he had taken back from Chang Sheng Wang, and immediately walked towards Xie Xun.

Xu Qing did not disturb the father and son's reunion. He took a step and his figure disappeared from the square.

The strange beast, the white ape, also sheathed its Heaven-Slaying Sword, leaped up a few times, and disappeared back into the forests of Bright Peak.

"Zhu'er, thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me."

Zhang Wuji moved behind Xie Xun and took Zhu'er's place.

Zhu'er finished her practice and stepped aside, shaking her head slightly: "It wasn't hard work, Brother Wuji."

Zhang Wuji smiled slightly, rubbed Zhu'er's head, and wiped the sweat from her face.

"Wuji..."

Xie Xun opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"Godfather, there's no need to say more. Wuji will heal your wounds first."

Zhang Wuji handed the Dragon-Slaying Saber to Xie Xun, and then his palms landed on Xie Xun's back. Pure innate Nine Yang True Qi surged into Xie Xun's body, repairing his injuries.

Xie Xun nodded slightly, said no more, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

His carefree child has truly grown up.

Even the three Persian envoys, whom he had difficulty dealing with, were defeated by this unruly child.

This is incredible strength; they even managed to retrieve the Dragon-Slaying Saber for him.

Xie Xun felt incredibly warm and gratified.

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