Not Knowing Mount Tai

A young man barely past twenty.

In a single day, he first destroyed the Demon Cult's main headquarters and slew its unfathomably powerful leader, Gu Qianjue, then returned in an instant from twenty thousand li away.

Then, within the time it took to burn an incense stick, he fought one against two.

He crushed Ba Yuanlie, the Northern Di State Preceptor whose might had shaken the world for over a hundred years, and Master Tianyi, the even stranger and more inscrutable master of Mirage Pavilion. Three martial arts titans standing at the pinnacle of this world had all fallen to one man in a single short day.

This could no longer be described by the mere word "powerful."

He was a martial arts monster through and through—a martial god walking among mortals!

The looks everyone gave Zhang Sanxian gradually shifted from their former admiration and gratitude into profound awe, even fear.

This was the instinctive reaction of mortals toward something beyond their comprehension.

Just as the martial heroes were immersed in this immense, belated shock and had yet to fully regain their senses, a low rumble sounded.

A massive flying warship of strange design, with a pair of wings, brazenly pierced through the clouds and descended toward the Golden Cicada Temple's plaza.

"Hm? What is that?"

"What a strange ship—it can actually fly through the air."

"Wait, there's a Luo character on it. Could it be a ship of the Divine Strategy Army?!"

As the gathered martial heroes cried out in alarm and confusion, Yang He, fiery by nature, immediately raised his head and shouted, "Who—"

Before he could finish the word "who," Zhang Sanxian stopped him with a slight lift of his hand.

"Quiet."

Zhang Sanxian's voice was not loud, yet it reached every person present with a calm