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Those with weaker cultivation levels turned deathly pale and struggled to breathe!
The world suddenly changed color!
The wind howled, the dark clouds surged, and the mountains and rivers trembled for thousands of miles!
"He's about to break through to become a terrestrial immortal!"
The Drunken Monk's expression changed drastically. He let out a sharp shout, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for He Zudao!
Even if the opponent breaks through, we still have the advantage, but since we are enemies, how can we let them have their way?
The other three reacted to the sound, their murderous intent fully revealed!
"You dare to trespass and cause trouble at Wudang? Did you even ask the old Taoist priest for permission?!"
Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly and drew his True Martial Sword.
With a light flash of sword light, four sharp blades swept across the sky, forcefully blocking the four people's path.
"You hold him back!"
The drunken monk roared, his palm strike as powerful as thunder, aimed straight at He Zudao!
If this palm strike lands, even a terrestrial immortal would find it difficult to escape severe injury!
Zhang Sanfeng frowned, his sword stance shifting.
The three figures flashed and formed a triangular encirclement, blocking all paths!
Everyone then seemed to wake from a dream, their faces filled with astonishment.
Their eyes were wide open, and their mouths were agape enough to fit an egg.
Everyone was unable to hide their shock and joy.
Who would have thought that they were just there to attend a birthday banquet?
Not only did they witness the tense standoff between Shaolin and Wudang,
I was even able to witness the birth of a terrestrial deity!
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
It made everyone tremble with excitement.
This is the legendary realm of a terrestrial immortal!
To be able to witness the breakthrough process firsthand
It was of great benefit to the spiritual practice of everyone present.
Such an opportunity is simply too good to be true!
Everyone held their breath, staring intently at He Zudao.
Afraid of missing any details.
033-Land appears, and the winds of change rise again!
Just as Zhang Sanfeng, enraged, brandished his sword, attempting to break through the encirclement,
A deafening roar suddenly rang out.
"Old Daoist He!"
Zhang Sanfeng caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of the Drunken Monk striking He Zudao with a palm strike.
His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he let out a heart-wrenching roar.
His gaze toward the three Shaolin monks turned icy cold.
"You...all deserve to die!"
The True Martial Sword Technique in his hand suddenly changed.
The swordplay became increasingly fierce and ruthless.
It's a fighting style that's completely risking one's life.
This immediately threw the three, whose cultivation levels were already slightly lower, into a state of chaos.
In the blink of an eye, they were at a disadvantage!
"Hahaha!!"
A century has passed in the blink of an eye; today I ascend to immortality, laughing at the mortal world!
A hearty laugh echoed through the sky.
A suffocating pressure enveloped the entire Wudang Mountain.
He Zudao, one of the Three Saints of Kunlun, has officially entered the realm of terrestrial immortals!
"This is impossible!"
"How could you be unharmed after taking a full-force blow from this monk?!"
The drunken monk, his face ashen, cried out in shock.
His eyes were full of disbelief.
Zhang Sanfeng and everyone present were completely baffled.
This is a full-force attack from a terrestrial deity.
Even Zhang Sanfeng at his peak,
I wouldn't dare say I could catch it unscathed.
Not to mention He Zudao, who is currently making a breakthrough.
"Hmph, do you think I've wasted these past hundred years?"
He Zudao sneered, and his aura gradually subsided.
A hint of heartache flashed across her eyes.
Decades ago, by chance, he obtained a mysterious tortoise shell.
This tortoise shell can actually withstand a fatal attack!
Unfortunately, it's destroyed after use.
He has treasured it for many years.
Firstly, to help Zhang Sanfeng.
Secondly, he also wanted to use the power of a terrestrial deity to break through his bottleneck!
As a senior figure in the martial arts world.
He practically watched Zhang Sanfeng grow up.
The opponent has already reached the threshold of the Celestial Realm.
Yet he himself remained stagnant at the pinnacle of his peerless achievements.
This disparity must have made him, who was always proud, feel bitter.
Fortunately, my wish has finally come true today, and I have glimpsed the mysteries of the terrestrial immortals!
"Mysterious!"
"So what if you break through to become a terrestrial immortal?"
"You will not be able to turn the tide today!"
The drunken monk shouted in a cold voice.
The murderous intent not only did not diminish, but intensified.
Zhang Sanfeng's sword flashed like a rainbow, blocking the combined attack of three masters.
Using the force of the recoil, it gracefully landed beside He Zudao.
He faced the cold gaze of the Drunken Monk.
"Shaolin's foundation is indeed astonishing."
"If the old Taoist's prediction is correct."
"Among these three, one is the once-famous Tianchi Eccentric Swordsman."
"One of them is Master Xuancheng, the most outstanding master of Shaolin Temple in the Song Dynasty in the last two hundred years, right?"
"The only thing I don't understand is why Murong Longcheng, who humiliated Shaolin back then, would lend a helping hand?"
Although the crowd did not recognize the three men, they had long heard of their names.
Murong Longcheng goes without saying.
His name is still recorded on the Heavenly Golden List.
No martial artist in the Nine Provinces is unaware of this.
Xuancheng was a peerless genius of Shaolin Temple in the Song Dynasty.
His fame once resounded throughout the land.
But later, rumors circulated...
Xuan Cheng suffered a qi deviation while practicing the Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills, becoming a cripple and fading from the public eye.
The Eccentric Swordsman of Tianchi was once a renowned figure in the martial arts world of the Ming Dynasty. Now, most of the people present come from the martial arts world of the Ming Dynasty, so naturally, no one is unfamiliar with this legend.
"Is it really the Eccentric Swordsman of Tianchi? Wasn't he long gone?" Zhu Wushi couldn't hide his shock in the crowd. His current martial arts skills were entirely due to the legacy he received from the Eccentric Swordsman of Tianchi. Because of this, he had always thought that this senior had passed away long ago.
Who could have imagined that the other party was not only still in the mortal realm, but had already reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal! This made Zhu Wushi both shocked and frightened, and a question couldn't help but arise in his mind: Just how many such terrifying beings are still hidden on the Nine Provinces Continent?
Faced with Zhang Sanfeng's sarcasm, the Drunken Monk clasped his hands together, his expression calm: "As the Buddha said, 'Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.' Benefactor Murong has sincerely repented and converted to Buddhism; Shaolin will naturally open its doors wide for your convenience."
His high-sounding words, coupled with his solemn and dignified appearance, caused Zhang Sanfeng, He Zudao, and the other martial arts figures present to twitch at the corners of their mouths and secretly grumble inwardly.
Although the crowd despised them, they dared not speak out openly, for fear of giving Shaolin an opportunity to make a fuss.
"Ha, a monk is a monk indeed! When it comes to shamelessness, he's number one in the world!" He Zudao sneered repeatedly. "How about adding another 'Shameless Divine Skill' to the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts?"
The drunken monk, unperturbed, calmly chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, Benefactor He, your words are wicked and you have violated the precept against anger. Why not return with me to Shaolin Temple to reflect on your actions and seek the Buddha's forgiveness, so that you may soon ascend to the Pure Land?"
He Zudao curled his lip in disdain, brandishing his longsword: "Enough with the nonsense, let's see who's better!"
Before he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.
"Just what I wanted!"
The monk, who was drinking heavily, nodded slightly.
The flames of war are about to reignite.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes glued to the field.
This is a clash between terrestrial gods!
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; how could I possibly miss it?
A free and unrestrained voice pierced the sky:
"With sword in hand, I've already gone mad in this mortal world; with wine, I can ascend to the heavens. I roam among the stars, playing with the sun and moon; drunk, I lie on the clouds, laughing at the world. Haha, fine wine! Fine wine!!"
Everyone was shocked and confused.
This birthday banquet was truly full of surprises!
The Drunken Monk and Zhang Sanfeng, along with other powerful figures, all looked towards the top of the Purple Cloud Palace.
Li Bai, dressed in white, leaned against the roof ridge.
Left hand resting on head, right hand holding pot
The finest nectar poured down my throat.
That carefree posture
It was as if a banished immortal had descended to earth.
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