The Entire Audience Was Stunned! The Boundlessly Powerful Boy in White!

Facing two Sect Leaders at once, he still had strength to spare!

Everyone present was utterly dumbfounded.

No matter who it was, at this moment their jaws dropped, their hearts pounding wildly and irregularly as they nearly forgot to breathe.

Abbess Miejue was strong enough, wasn't she? She had learned Abbess Fengling's lifelong mastery—Abbess Fengling being Guo Xiang's personal disciple and Emei Sect's second-generation Sect Leader, while Abbess Miejue was the third—and was the Emei Sect's legitimate Sect Leader. Yet before everyone's eyes, she had been defeated so miserably?

Even if Abbess Miejue wasn't enough, what if the current Shaolin Sect Leader was added to the fight?

There was no need to speak of the current Shaolin Sect Leader's formidable martial arts and astounding mastery of countless techniques. He was Shaolin's greatest expert of the age!

But who could have imagined that even the two of them, joining forces as two mighty powers, could not withstand a single finger from him!

The shock this scene brought everyone was unprecedented!

"Have you had enough fun?" Chen Xiaofan suddenly turned back, looking indifferently at the two of them as he spoke blandly.

The next instant, the pupils of Abbess Miejue and Yuan Yin dilated.

His right hand suddenly rose, and a golden dragon's roar surfaced in his palm. The rolling hum was like an ancient heavenly stele, while a vast aura soared into the heavens and pierced the firmament.

"Whether you've had enough fun or not, I've had enough."

Overbearing. Invincible!

With a boom, a palm force struck Abbess Miejue and Yuan Yin.

"The final palm of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms—Divine Dragon... Swings Its Tail!"

Abbess Miejue and Yuan Yin immediately spat out huge mouthfuls of blood. Amid billowing smoke, they were sent flying backward, crashing into a distant cliff, their fates unknown.

The entire audience was stunned!

Everyone's breathing had stopped. They could no longer even feel their hearts beating, plunged into absolute shock!

Could this man be a successor left behind from that era? He even knew the final palm of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. If he wasn't, it would be utterly impossible!

Zhang Wuji, the White-Browed Eagle King, the Green-Winged Bat King... everyone in the Ming Cult had lost their voices, standing there agape!

The other factions of the Six Great Sects were all dumbstruck, like statues!

Zhang Wuji was closest to him, and all he could hear was a buzzing in his ears as his heart surged!

That heaven-piercing palm had punched through the firmament. Hiss, it was far too powerful!

"Run! With him here, we'll only disgrace ourselves!"

"Yes, yes! Why are we even talking about wiping out some demon cult? We traveled thousands of miles to get here only to humiliate ourselves. We've lost all our face!"

Someone shouted, and all the people of the Six Great Sects immediately scattered in a chaotic rush, each man scrambling to find his own way out.

They moved quickly, retreating like a tide within moments.

The Kunlun Sect Leader ran the fastest. He did not even want his sword anymore, throwing away his armor and fleeing in utter disarray.

From the distant cliff came two whooshes of wind.

The White-Browed Eagle King looked up and saw that it was Abbess Miejue and Yuan Yin. Neither of them said another word; they simply turned and left.

"Pah!" Watching the two flee in such a sorry state, the White-Browed Eagle King could not help feeling greatly pleased, his face glowing with health.

Then, leading the dark mass of Ming Cult members behind him, he strode quickly before Chen Xiaofan. They all dropped to one knee and cupped their fists. "Young friend, the Ming Cult is willing to honor you as our leader!"

The others also cried out one after another:

"We are willing to honor you as our leader!"

"We are willing to honor you as our leader!"

"We are willing to honor you as our leader!"

"..."

Their shouts exploded like spring thunder, rolling on without end.

Chen Xiaofan's heart stirred, but instinctively, he did not want to become the Ming Cult's leader.

He did not like having to serve a whole crowd of people.

Besides, Zhang Wuji and the White-Browed Eagle King were closely related, their blood thicker than water. It would not be suitable for an outsider like him to take the position.

Even if he did become their leader, there would be endless troubles for him to deal with later.

If he handed it over to Zhang Wuji, not only would he earn a favor by going with the flow, but countless benefits would await him in the future.

Just think about it: his left hand was connected to the Ming Cult, and his right hand to Wudang. That background was invincible enough, wasn't it? Who would dare provoke him?

With that thought, Chen Xiaofan went with the flow and said, "I've long been used to roaming freely like drifting clouds and wild cranes. I don't like opening my eyes every day only to find a whole crowd waiting for me to serve them. Let this Zhang—no, no, Brother Zeng take the position instead."

Hearing Chen Xiaofan's words, the White-Browed Eagle King sighed. "Little brother, it's rare to find someone as open-minded as you!"

Zhang Wuji could not help viewing Chen Xiaofan in a new light as well, a deep emotion welling up in his heart.

Then, the White-Browed Eagle King took something from his person and said, "Little brother, you have helped our Ming Cult so greatly. By all rights, we should thank you. This is the famed treasure armor of the realm—the Bronze Golden Silk Soft Armor. Its value is beyond measure. Take it to protect yourself."

Chen Xiaofan took one look and was instantly overjoyed.

It was a golden silk armor as thin and light as cicada wings, glittering brilliantly like a top-grade treasure armor from a television drama, its radiance flowing in strands.

He reached out and accepted it. "This will do."

As he spoke, he removed the Scorpion Armor he was wearing and put this one on instead.

At once, he felt incomparably light and comfortable.

This armor was far more comfortable than the Scorpion Armor.

The other Ming Cult members also presented their own gifts of thanks.

"Little senior, this is a secret medicinal pill refined by our Ming Cult—the Heavenly Nine Heart-Returning Pill. We hope you will..."

"This is a secret weapon passed down from our Ming Cult's Persian main headquarters—the Star-Shattering Sword. We hope you will..."

"This is..."

Chen Xiaofan accepted everything without refusing anyone.

It seemed the Ming Cult members all knew that weapons were not easy to carry, so fewer gave weapons. Most offered potent healing pills, which were convenient to carry.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Xiaofan's bundle had been stuffed full by the enthusiastic crowd, and he had gained quite a haul.

After everything was over, the White-Browed Eagle King looked at Zhang Wuji and said earnestly, "This little Brother Zeng... to tell the truth, when I first saw you, I felt an innate sense of familiarity. Have we met somewhere before?"

"Th-this... I, actually, I am..." At this point, Zhang Wuji no longer concealed anything and revealed his true identity in full.

The White-Browed Eagle King froze where he stood.

His grandson was actually still alive!

Chen Xiaofan left without a sound.

They were discussing family matters; it was not appropriate for an outsider like him to remain.

No one noticed him leave silently.

High in the sky.

Chen Xiaofan flew quietly toward Mount Wudang, high-spirited and beaming with delight.

A moment later, he stopped.

Below him was a mountain with steep, jagged rocks and thousand-zhang cliffs, an excellent place for cultivation.

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