Chapter 97: Discussing the Dao with Zhang Sanfeng
All of Wudang Mountain was deathly silent.
Looking at Wooden Daoist on the ground, his fate unknown, everyone was struck speechless, shaken by Yu Huatian's terrifying strength.
Yu Huatian said nothing. He slowly stepped forward and looked down at Wooden Daoist, whose breathing was faint. His face expressionless, he swung his sword again.
"Wait!"
Zhang Sanfeng snapped out of his daze. His expression changed, and he hurriedly called out to stop him.
But it was already too late...
Shhk-
Sword light swept past. Wooden Daoist's body shuddered, his eyes wide as he stared fixedly at the figure in the silver-white python robe before him. His life slowly ebbed away.
Only at the moment of death did a trace of regret finally arise in his heart.
Wouldn't it have been better to stay hidden and prepare my plans?
Why did I have to court death and provoke this god of slaughter...?
But in this world, there was ultimately no medicine for regret...
[Fortune from Wooden Daoist +12,080.]
Listening to the system notification in his mind, Yu Huatian remained calm. Only then did he turn toward Zhang Sanfeng and say mildly:
"Sorry, I didn't quite hear you. What did you say, Perfected One?"
"You..."
Zhang Sanfeng's face was livid. He knew Yu Huatian had done it deliberately, precisely to prevent him from saving Wooden Daoist.
In truth, he also knew Wooden Daoist deserved to die. Even if Yu Huatian had not killed him, he would not have spared him.
But dying at his hands and dying at Yu Huatian's hands were two different things.
Wooden Daoist was, after all, an elder of the Wudang Sect. As its founder, Zhang Sanfeng ought to have cleansed his own house.
But now that Wooden Daoist