"Some things were not beyond this taoist's ability, but simply things this taoist did not wish to do."
"The World's Number One, Martial Arts Supreme—if this taoist had wanted those titles, this taoist would have claimed them long ago."
His words landed like thunder, making everyone's eardrums ring as the fear in their hearts became impossible to suppress.
They no longer harbored any greed for the Dragon Slaying Saber. Or rather, they no longer dared demand that Zhang Sanfeng hand over Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu.
He was too powerful!
Zhang Sanfeng was far too powerful!
In their eyes, Zhang Sanfeng was practically no different from an immortal. He was not someone mortals like them could afford to provoke.
"Yuanqiao, see the guests out."
Zhang Sanfeng waved a hand and spoke indifferently.
"Yes, Master."
Song Yuanqiao, who had still been somewhat dazed, hurriedly answered respectfully upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words. Then he walked down from Zhenwu Hall and gestured for the members of each sect to leave.
They did not dare linger any longer. Those still able to walk helped their unconscious sect disciples down the mountain.
Before long, Zhenwu Hall was completely empty.
After that came Wudang's internal celebration of Zhang Sanfeng's hundredth birthday. Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Cuishan, and the others impatiently asked what immortal realm Zhang Sanfeng's strength had reached.
Zhang Cuishan in particular could not suppress the shock in his heart at all.
Although he had always considered his master invincible, imagination had its limits. The light that had bloomed from Zhang Sanfeng's body earlier, as well as the pressure alone that had made the various sects unable to resist, even causing those with weak Internal Force to faint outright, simply did not resemble martial arts.
How could martial arts achieve such a thing?
Would martial arts