After speaking in the Live Stream Room, Zhang Sanfeng slowly raised his head.
Looking at the crimson glow filling the plaza, he moved.
His movements were exceedingly slow, as though every joint had been steeped in the passage of time. Yet the moment he opened his eyes, the air throughout the plaza seemed to freeze solid.
Even everyone's breathing instinctively halted. Those eyes did not possess the sharpness of youth; they were like starlight in a deep pool, bearing the weight of a hundred years, yet erupting with astonishing force at this moment. When his gaze swept across the people of the Six Great Sects, every one of them felt as though their chest had been struck by a sledgehammer, and they involuntarily retreated half a step.
"Flatten Wudang?"
Zhang Sanfeng's voice was not loud and even carried a trace of gentleness, yet to everyone's ears, it was louder than thunder.
He slowly rose to his feet. His Daoist robe swayed gently in the wind, but this seemingly frail figure stood like an unshakable mountain before Zhang Cuishan.
The whisk in his hand swayed lightly, appearing utterly powerless. Yet everyone felt the pressure on their shoulders grow heavier, and even the stone slabs beneath their feet trembled as tiny cracks spread outward from under their shoes.
Zen Master Wu Se's expression changed slightly. Pressing his palms together, he activated Shaolin's Indestructible Diamond Divine Skill in an attempt to withstand this imposing force. "True Master Zhang, this matter concerns the greater good of the martial world. I hope you will not shield your own!"
"The greater good?"
Zhang Sanfeng lightly raised a brow, his gaze falling upon Zen Master Wu Se.
Zen Master Wu Se only felt an invisible wave of force rushing toward him. His chest tightened, and the internal