Title! Yellow Court Dao Master! Tenth on the Earth Ranking!

Zhang Chu's voice was not loud, yet it carried an arrogance that looked down upon the world, drowning out all the clamor in the arena.

Everyone was horrified. Zhang Chu actually did not take the Southern Border Three Absolutes seriously!

They were the three great experts ranked just below him, their vicious reputations having spread throughout the Jianghu more than a decade ago!

Their ferocious might far surpassed even the Red Dust Envoy Clone!

"This fellow is getting more and more domineering..." Ma Wuji muttered from afar.

"Bastard!"

"What a huge mouth!"

"You're courting death!"

The Southern Border Three Absolutes were instantly enraged.

Being chased thousands of miles by Master Longshu back then had been the greatest humiliation of their lives.

Now, publicly humiliated by Zhang Chu, the malice in their hearts surged, and the Poison Mist churned ever more violently.

"They're here! The Southern Border Three Absolutes are making their move!"

"The Southern Border Three Absolutes joining hands are stronger than the Red Dust Envoy Clone. Can Zhang Chu really withstand them?"

"If Zhang Chu wins, his name will surely shake the Jianghu. If he loses, he'll become nothing more than a jumping clown!"

"I wonder if he dares accept the challenge?!"

Discussions broke out all around the square, every Jianghu wanderer staring fixedly at the center.

Pang Tong of the Cloud Ridge Sword Sect, the Ethereal Fairy, Traceless Blade of Rain Listening Tower, Iron Lock Across the River of the Crimson Blood Gang—these Southern Ridge masters all had solemn looks in their eyes.

Their gazes locked tightly onto Zhang Chu, wanting to see just how much real skill this newly promoted tenth-ranked expert on the Earth Ranking truly possessed.

"Jumping clowns."

"I'll send you out of this world!"

There had been news of his master, and he still needed to return to the Daoist temple to ask his senior brother. He had no time to waste here.

They were merely three things at the peak of the True Gang Realm.

Why so much nonsense?

Just as everyone's eyes remained fixed upon the Southern Border Three Absolutes, Zhang Chu suddenly stepped forward.

No one could have imagined it.

The one to strike first was actually Zhang Chu!

"This man is truly that domineering!"

Ni Chang's eyes were filled with shock. She had roamed the Jianghu for more than ten years, yet she had never seen such a young warrior with such overwhelming presence. He had only just ascended to tenth place on the Earth Ranking, yet he already possessed the confidence to look down upon the world.

"How arrogant!" Cloud Splitting Sword said as well. If he faced the Southern Border Three Absolutes joining forces, he would absolutely turn around and run!

Yet this man showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he had proactively challenged them. Such courage was far beyond his reach.

"Insolent! A thing no better than an ant—just because you killed an Ever-Changing Demon Lord, you no longer know your place. Since you seek death, we shall grant your wish. Attack, kill him!"

The word "kill" rang through the entire Sword Forging Manor.

The Southern Border Three Absolutes attacked together. In an instant, Poison Mist, venomous insects and scorpions, and miasma all rushed toward Zhang Chu.

Southern Border warriors had always been willing to stop at nothing. Now, they revealed all their trump cards, and sand and stones flew wildly across the arena.

Poison Mist and miasma intertwined into a net of death, sealing off every Escape Route around Zhang Chu!

"Rumble!!..."

Suddenly, an incomparably terrifying gale of Gang Qi erupted from Zhang Chu's hand. This was not even a martial art, merely the pure force of Gang Qi, blasting toward the three of them in an instant.

Wherever the gale passed, Poison Mist dispersed, venomous insects turned to ash, and the great wave of miasma was cleaved directly in two.

"This power!..."

Faced with that utterly ordinary palm strike, the Southern Border Three Absolutes' expressions changed instantly. That terrifying force had not only scattered the poisonous miasma, but left them utterly unable to fight back!

Before absolute power, the methods that had once filled them with pride were completely crushed.

The Insect King looked at the venomous insects he had painstakingly raised, reduced to ash in an instant, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Those were treasures he had cultivated with twenty years of painstaking effort, impervious to blades and spears, immune to all poisons.

Yet the moment they neared Zhang Chu, a strand of Gang Qi turned them into ashes. They did not even have a chance to resist!

"No!!..."

The Insect King let out a despairing howl, his eyes filled with terror. He turned to flee, but before he could move, a force had already struck his chest.

"Bang!!"

Terrifying power exploded within him, instantly shattering his body and turning it into fragments of flesh that scattered through the air.

[Merit Points +25000!]

When the Miasma Mother saw the Insect King die, she was frightened out of her wits. Just as she was about to speak, a palm force suddenly arrived!

"Bang!" Another burst of bloody rain erupted.

The Miasma Mother, who had been so arrogant moments ago, did not even manage a scream before she died without a whole corpse left...

[Merit Points +25000!]

Poison Old Man trembled from head to toe. Watching his old friends explode one after another beside him, the terror in his heart had long overwhelmed his malice. He turned and dropped to his knees.

He had never imagined Zhang Chu could be this terrifyingly powerful. They could not even withstand a single move from him!

"Daoist Priest Zhang, spare me! I was wrong! I'll never dare again! I'll go back to the Southern Border at once and never set foot in the Central Plains again for all eternity. I beg you, spare my life!"

Poison Old Man's whole body was rigid, and he did not dare move. His face was full of despair as he begged in a trembling voice.

"More than ten years ago, when you slaughtered righteous sects and massacred innocent disciples, did you ever spare them?"

"A thing no better than a dog. What use is there in letting you live!"

Zhang Chu's voice was icy, carrying an unquestionable finality. His palm wind followed like a shadow.

"Bang!" A bloody mist burst before their eyes.

[Merit Points +25000!]

In the blink of an eye, the Southern Border Three Absolutes had all been executed!

The square of Sword Forging Manor instantly fell deathly silent. Poisonous blood intertwined with rainwater, a ghastly sight to behold.

"They're dead... They're all dead!"

"The Southern Border Three Absolutes... not one survived!"

Expressions of horror appeared on every Jianghu wanderer's face. Even though rain soaked their bodies, they had no mind to care. The shock in their hearts overwhelmed everything else.

One had to know that Master Longshu, who was likewise ranked tenth, had spent the rest of his life without managing to kill the Southern Border Three Absolutes. Yet Zhang Chu had killed all three with a single palm each, leaving no whole corpses behind.

What kind of terrifying strength was this?!

Zhang Chu raised his eyes and swept his gaze indifferently across the Jianghu wanderers around the square before suddenly speaking.

"If there are still any in Southern Ridge who refuse to accept this, come forward!"

His voice carried an overbearing air that looked down upon the world, echoing across the entire Sword Forging Manor and drowning out every other sound.

The area around the square was silent as a cicada in winter. Every Jianghu wanderer lowered their heads, and none dared meet Zhang Chu's eyes.

This display of strength had already filled everyone with dread. No one wished to become another of the Southern Border Three Absolutes.

Pang Tong of the Cloud Ridge Sword Sect raised a hand and gripped the longsword on his back, his knuckles turning white as his heart thundered in his chest.

He knew that if he faced the Southern Border Three Absolutes himself, let alone killing them all so easily, even escaping would likely cost him a heavy price.

The Ethereal Fairy's delicate hands trembled slightly, her eyes filled with reverence. She did not dare show even the slightest disrespect again.

Traceless Blade of Rain Listening Tower took half a step back.

Iron Lock Across the River of the Crimson Blood Gang had long lost the violence on his face, replaced by deep wariness. He, too, unconsciously took half a step back.

At that moment, no one dared utter a single word!

"Yellow Court Dao Master!"

"Daoist Priest Zhang deserves to be called the Yellow Court Dao Master!"

No one knew who first shouted those four words, but they instantly spread throughout the entire square. Every Jianghu wanderer shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

In the past, some had called Zhang Chu "Little True Martial." But now, it seemed that the title Little True Martial no longer matched his current strength.

To cultivate Yellow Court Inner Strength to such a realm was a rarity in the world. His strength reached through heaven and earth, while he wore green robes and had a head full of white hair, like a Dao Master descending into the mortal world. The title Yellow Court Dao Master was richly deserved!

Zhang Chu paid it no heed.

They were merely three bugs in the True Gang Realm. With his current strength, he could crush them to death with a flick of his hand.

He turned to Deng Wuzong and cupped his hands slightly. "Manor Lord Deng, now that this matter is settled, Zhang Chu shall take his leave. Finding my master cannot be delayed. I hope Manor Lord Deng will forgive me."

Deng Wuzong came back to his senses and hastily returned the salute. His tone was filled with reverence, and he even used the new title.

"You are too polite, Yellow Court Dao Master. Should you need anything, my Sword Forging Manor will certainly offer its full support! Take care on your journey!"

Tu Xiong, Li Gang, Long Tu, Hundred Flowers Sword, and the others also came forward, cupping their hands in farewell to Zhang Chu.

The way they looked at Zhang Chu had already changed from admiration to reverence. They knew that after this day, Zhang Chu's name would resound throughout the Jianghu!

"The green hills remain unchanged. Until we meet again in the Jianghu, everyone."

Zhang Chu nodded slightly, then turned and mounted his horse.

This horse was a thousand-mile steed specially prepared for him by Deng Wuzong, exceptionally magnificent and spirited.

Ma Wuji had long been waiting beside them with his horse.

Seeing Zhang Chu mount up, he hurriedly climbed onto his own steed and followed behind Zhang Chu.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhang Chu slowly headed out of Sword Forging Manor. As they watched that figure in green robes with white hair, their hearts were full of reverence and worship...

They traveled in silence.

The two gradually left the manor's grounds.

At that moment, Ma Wuji suddenly spoke. "Daoist Priest, with your might having shaken Southern Ridge this time, the road to finding your master will surely be much smoother. I still have some private matters to attend to, so I will not travel with you any longer. Let us part ways here."

After speaking, Ma Wuji wanted to rein in his horse, turn around, and flee from this man who was becoming increasingly domineering.

Just then, Zhang Chu, who was ahead of him, slowly turned around, a faint smile appearing on his face.

His gaze fell upon Ma Wuji, carrying a trace of insight, as though he could see through all things.

"Brother Ma, are you leaving?"

"But before you go, shouldn't you hand over the Divine Sword Embryo—or tell me who you really are?"