The Gun Is the King of All Weapons

Zhang Sanfeng.

Could he be from Wudang Mountain?

The two guards' mouths twitched in unison. Their gazes shifted to Wong, who stood beside him.

Du Mu casually said, "This is my disciple."

The guard on the left sneered. "Don't tell me his name is Zhang Cuishan."

"Ah, no. His name is Guo Jing."

What the hell, Guo Jing?!

Did he think they had never read wuxia novels?!

Both guards' faces darkened. Gripping their staffs, they stepped forward half a pace. One of them barked in a low voice, "No matter who you are, this is K'un-Lun's forbidden ground. Leave at once!"

Du Mu chuckled. "Actually, we're from the mountain next door. Please pass on a message: Kamar-Taj has come to visit."

The guard on the right frowned. "What Kamar-Taj? Never heard of it."

Just as Kamar-Taj's sorcerers did not know K'un-Lun, these low-ranking K'un-Lun disciples did not know Kamar-Taj either.

Although Kamar-Taj and K'un-Lun were not particularly far apart, both were secluded lineages that had guarded their own territories for years. They had never seriously interacted, so it was perfectly normal for them not to know each other. It was like people living somewhere for years without even knowing whether their neighbor across the hall was a man or a woman.

The two guards stared fixedly at Du Mu and Wong, tightening their grips on their staffs as they slowly adjusted their footing. They had already assumed fighting stances.

"One last warning. Leave K'un-Lun immediately, or don't blame us for being rude!"

Du Mu laughed. "Just the two of you? I'm afraid you couldn't even block one move from me."

The moment those words came out, the two guards were instantly enraged.

They had guarded K'un-Lun Mountain for so many years, yet this was the first time they had encountered