At Wudang's summit.
Mist shrouded everything.
Zhang Sanfeng stood in midair, enveloped by a majestic figure behind him.
The figure had loose hair and bare feet, wore a dark robe, golden armor, and a jade belt, and held a sword with a wrathful gaze. His feet rested on a tortoise and a snake, and a circular halo shone above his head. His appearance was exceedingly imposing.
It was none other than Emperor Zhenwu, worshipped by the Daoist School!
With the appearance of Emperor Zhenwu's divine phantom, Zhang Sanfeng's presence surged. A terrifying aura, majestic and vast, like that of a god or demon, slowly emanated from him and enveloped heaven and earth.
At the same time, the bearing Zhang Sanfeng exuded became even more majestic and detached.
His eyes were hazy, yet seemed filled with endless pressure, devoid of the slightest emotion as he regarded the hemp-clad farmer in the mountains as though looking at an ant.
"How dare an ant challenge divine might!"
Eight cold, ancient words issued from Zhang Sanfeng's mouth, shaking heaven and earth.
Emperor Zhenwu's phantom opened his mouth as well. A Buddhist Chant shook the heavens, bearing overwhelming pressure as it descended upon the hemp-clad farmer.
Rumble-
In an instant, Wudang Mountain shook again, as though an earth dragon were turning beneath it. Countless Wudang Sect disciples were alarmed and looked toward the summit of the Rear Mountain in horror.
At the very center of this pressure, the hemp-clad farmer was instantly crushed until he could no longer straighten his back. His head drooped, and every bone in his body creaked. It was as though he bore a divine mountain on his back; even breathing became exceedingly difficult.
Horror filled the farmer's face as he desperately braced himself, refusing to be crushed to the ground.