When Song Zhong was young in his previous life, he had fantasized countless times about having a pair of wings that would let him soar freely.
Now, although he had no wings, he had already reached the Immortal Bridge Realm and could fly.
He did not let Senior Sister carry him anymore. Instead, he flew straight out from Hundred Peaks Cliff, savoring that unrestrained, carefree feeling.
Behind him, Tang Qianzi and Qian Yu followed through the air.
Qian Yu in particular followed closely, terrified that Song Zhong would run off with the Divine Weapon.
Song Zhong was unfamiliar with Hundred Peaks Sect. The place he had visited most was the area around the fighting arenas, and somehow, as he flew along, he arrived there.
Martial Arts Arena, atop one of the fighting arenas.
A disciple clad in Prison Suppressing Peak robes lay on the arena. The four Immortal Bridges behind him had already dimmed, while the saber he had been holding had fallen three meters away.
There was scarcely any color left in his face.
Yet opposite him, a monk in a kasaya was still swinging his Zen staff, smashing it down with tremendous force.
Five Immortal Bridges floated behind him. Upon one of them stood the phantom of a Vajra with eyes wide in a fierce glare.
Fierce Gaze Vajra!
Phenomenal Immortal Bridge!
As that staff came down, the very sky seemed to shatter with a series of crisp cracks. Its humming reverberations carried beneath the arena.
"Stop!"
"No! We surrender!"
Below, two Prison Suppressing Peak disciples shouted repeatedly, but it was already too late. The long staff slammed heavily into the chest of the fallen Prison Suppressing Peak disciple.
At once, a deafening boom rang out, like a massive boulder splitting apart.
The Prison Suppressing Peak disciple's chest