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Chapter 351 Long time no see, Demon Master, how have you been?
"Pfft~"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was so clear and so jarring in the deathly silent hall.

Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, and the others immediately looked in the direction from which the sound came.

When they saw the sword blade piercing Zhang Sanfeng's body, their pupils constricted, and they stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at the scene.

The color drained from Zhang Sanfeng's face. He raised his head and looked at Song Qingshu, whose eyes were empty and numb. He then spat out a mouthful of dark blood.

Blood sprayed onto the sword in Song Qingshu's hand, and also splattered all over Song Qingshu's face.

The warm blood brought Song Qingshu back to his senses, who was in a daze.

When he saw the situation in front of him clearly, Song Qingshu trembled, his face filled with astonishment and fear.

"I, I, how could this be? How could this be?"

Seeing Song Qingshu completely panicked, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly raised his right hand and slapped Song Qingshu hard.

This palm strike appeared to be thunderous, but in reality, the power was contained within the palm and did not come out. The moment it touched Song Qingshu's chest, it transformed into a gentle yet highly penetrating shockwave that forced him back several steps.

As Zhang Sanfeng forced Song Qingshu back, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Then, his body went limp and he fell backward to the ground.

Bloodstains were visible on the bottom of the Taoist robe.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng fall to the ground, Zhu Wushi's expression changed drastically, and he rushed to Zhang Sanfeng's side like an arrow.

But Zhang Sanfeng remained motionless when Zhu Wushi approached.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Wushi immediately squatted down and placed two fingers on Zhang Sanfeng's neck.

Although there is still residual warmth from the human body on the fingertips, that residual warmth...

There was not a heartbeat at all.

There was no pulse fluctuation.

There wasn't even any protective protective energy.

"Really dead?"

Zhu Wushi's lips moved, and when he uttered those words, his voice was as dry as sandpaper. The muscles on his face seemed to freeze, and for the first time, a crack appeared in his solemn and dignified mask, revealing the most genuine astonishment beneath.

He remained in a squatting position, his fingers even unconsciously pressing twice more on Zhang Sanfeng's neck, as if he couldn't believe his decades of hard-earned finger dexterity, or as if he were waiting for a miracle, waiting for that dormant body to regain its vitality.

However, no miracle occurred.

"How could that be? He just died?"

He murmured, his voice rising slightly, and his astonishment quickly escalated into deep disbelief.

Zhu Wushi had already reconstructed everything that happened today countless times.

The dosage of the Seven Star Rose, the timing of its onset, the degree to which it weakened Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts, and even Song Qingshu's surprise attack at the end.

In the end, Zhang Sanfeng should have been seriously injured, but he should never have died so abruptly before he could even use the "Absorption Technique".

After confirming that Zhang Sanfeng in front of him was no longer breathing, Zhu Wushi's eyes began to gradually turn red.

"How could he just die like that?!"

This time, the whisper turned into a question squeezed from the depths of his throat, a mixture of confusion and nascent fury.

The "Absorption Technique" is indeed domineering in that it seizes the cultivation of others for one's own use, but it has an ironclad rule: it can only absorb the condensed and undissipated essence, qi, and spirit within living beings.

But when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; the soul disperses, and the essence, energy, and spirit collapse like a sandcastle, instantly dissipating back into the world, never to be effectively refined and absorbed again.

Even if they forcibly take the corpse, they will not gain any benefit whatsoever.

Zhu Wushi joined the Azure Dragon Society and secretly plotted for over twenty years, all for the sake of successfully using the Azure Dragon Society to make the number one martial artist in the Great Wei Kingdom the cornerstone for his advancement to the Celestial Realm.

Once he absorbed the martial arts of Zhang Sanfeng, the number one martial artist in the Great Wei Kingdom, and mastered Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts, even if he had only just entered the Celestial Realm, Zhu Wushi was confident that his strength would be comparable to the few Celestial Realm martial artists in the imperial court.

Zhu Wushi had no further obstacles in his quest to seize the throne.

But now, more than twenty years of forbearance have been rendered futile by Zhang Sanfeng's death, turning Zhu Wushi's plan into a complete and absurd futile effort.

At this moment, Zhu Wushi's facial muscles began to twitch uncontrollably, and the composure he had cultivated over the years due to his high position vanished.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes quickly became bloodshot as he stared intently at Zhang Sanfeng on the ground.

Losing his composure, Zhu Wushi's internal energy surged wildly, unleashing a violent shockwave that radiated outwards from him, stirring up dust and debris and forcing Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, and nearby Wudang disciples, who were just about to approach, to retreat.

However, just as Zhu Wushi's anger and murderous intent were about to burst forth from his chest, Zhang Sanfeng on the ground suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at him.

Hey~ you're here?

Just those words sent a chill down Zhu Wushi's spine.

He trembled with fright and, without thinking, stomped his foot and darted back to Pang Ban's side.

His heart was pounding like a drum, showing that he was truly terrified.

Upon returning to Pang Ban's side, Zhu Wushi's eyes immediately fell on the sword in Song Qingshu's hand.

There was something wrong with the sword in Song Qingshu's hand.

Immediately afterward, to the astonishment of Yu Lianzhou, Song Qingshu, and the others, Zhang Sanfeng slowly stood up from the ground.

Inside the Zhenwu Hall.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng stand up, Yu Daiyan asked happily, "Master, are you alright?"

When asked by his disciple, Zhang Sanfeng replied irritably, "If your master were so easy to kill, I would have been gone long ago. Would I still be alive today?"

After calming his disciples down, Zhang Sanfeng turned to look at Zhu Wushi.

Looking at Zhu Wushi, whose face was ashen, Zhang Sanfeng shrugged and said, "You wanted my life, but you're not happy with it even after I gave it to you. People from the royal family are quite difficult to please."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wushi gritted his teeth and asked, "Master Zhang, how long do you think this charade can drag on?"

"Buy time?" Zhang Sanfeng's mouth was blocked, and a jet of black blood shot out and flew a foot away.

"When it comes to fighting, I've never been afraid in a hundred years. If it weren't for the fact that you're a member of the royal family, I would have slapped you across the face for what you did today, to wake you up and tell you whose territory you're on. You're so arrogant and domineering towards me. Don't you even know your own limitations?"

Hearing these blunt words, Zhu Wushi's gaze grew even colder.

On the rooftop, Gu Santong took in Zhu Wushi's expression and couldn't help but mutter, "Master Zhang is quite cheeky. Look how scared Zhu Tiedan is, like he's seen a ghost."

Gu Shaoan chuckled and transmitted his voice to Gu Santong, saying, "Master Zhang is similar to Uncle Gu in some ways."

Meanwhile, Gongzi Yu, who was standing to the side, took in Zhu Wushi's expression, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He then looked at Gu Shaoan and transmitted his voice, "Is Young Master Gu satisfied with this arrangement?"

In response to Gongzi Yu's question, Gu Shaoan nodded slightly.

"Not bad, that shows thoughtfulness."

Gongzi Yu asked, "You asked me to specifically design the scene where Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu attack Zhang Zhenren, just to use this opportunity to make Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu give up their feelings for Qin Mengyao?"

Given Gongzi Yu's intelligence, Gu Shaoan didn't think Gongzi Yu wouldn't guess his purpose.

When asked by Gongzi Yu, Gu Shaoan did not hide anything.

"I was asked to do this, so I had no other choice but to resort to this desperate measure."

Upon hearing this, Gongzi Yu smiled lightly: "Although the method was a bit underhanded, it was effective nonetheless. Today's events will likely be something that Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu below will remember for the rest of their lives."

Then, Gongzi Yu changed the subject and said, "Alright, Young Master Gu has achieved his goal. Next, we'll leave Pang Ban to Young Master Gu."

After glancing at Gongzi Yu, Gu Shaoan rose into the air like a willow catkin.

After his body swayed lightly for several feet, Gu Shaoan made an extremely subtle and mysterious turn in the air, like a dragon swinging its tail, and moved above the thousands of archers in black, who were drawing their bows and nocking arrows.

As he fell, Gu Shaoan's eyes remained calm and unwavering, only his palm pressed down gently.

"Roar-!!!"

The next instant, a deep, powerful, majestic, and domineering dragon roar suddenly resounded throughout the area.

A unique force and true essence poured out wildly from Gu Shaoan's palm, and a huge dragon-shaped palm shadow with a diameter of more than three zhang, composed entirely of extremely refined golden-red qi, flew out of his hand.

Within the palm shadows, the shadow of a dragon could be faintly seen lingering.

The archer leader below only had time to see a flash of golden light above his head before his pupils were filled with endless heat and majesty!

"boom--!!!"

The giant dragon's palm print slammed solidly into the densest part of the crowd.

In an instant, the hard bow in his hand twisted and shattered, and the poisoned arrows scattered in all directions.

The first few dozen archers were struck by the palm shadow the instant it hit their bodies. Like scarecrows hit by a giant hammer, their meridians and bones were shattered by the powerful and fierce energy and qi contained in the palm shadow. They didn't even have time to groan before they fell silent.

The essence of "the dragon soars too high and then regrets" lies in the word "regret." It means to exert all one's strength but leave room for maneuver, so that one's power will be boundless.

After the enormous dragon-shaped palm shadow blasted away dozens of people at the core, it did not immediately dissipate. Instead, it suddenly exploded, turning into visible golden waves of energy that swept wildly in all directions like a tsunami!
"Bang bang bang bang-"

The archers near the epicenter of the explosion were like pebbles struck by an invisible giant wave; their tendons and bones were broken, blood gushed from their mouths, and they were thrown violently away, knocking down even more of their comrades behind them.

Those further away were also thrown about by the intense heat and powerful airwaves, losing their footing, dropping their bows and arrows, and their formation instantly fell into chaos.

With just one palm strike, hundreds of people were either killed or injured.

The tight encirclement was forcibly torn open with a huge gap, and the originally solemn and imposing arrow formation was now reduced to wails, screams, and chaos.

Just as the earth-shattering dragon roar and explosion resounded into the Zhenwu Hall, the dragon roar struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, causing everyone in the hall to stiffen and their breath to catch in their throats.

Zhu Wushi and Pang Ban felt a sudden unease the moment they heard the dragon's roar.

Especially Pang Ban, whose ancient and rock-carved face suddenly changed the instant the dragon's roar exploded.

His body trembled almost imperceptibly, and the pupils of his deep, dark eyes, which seemed to hold a demonic light, instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

"That dragon's roar? The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?"

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Pang Ban suddenly turned around, his gaze like lightning, shooting towards the entrance of the main hall.

Just as he turned around, he happened to see a tall, slender figure slowly and deliberately stepping over the threshold that marked the distinction between inside and outside, and entering the Zhenwu Hall.

Outside the door was chaos, bloodshed, and the lingering aftershocks of the powerful palm strikes.

Inside the door, there was a palpable tension, lingering traces of poisonous incense, and flickering candlelight.

Dressed in pristine white, his eyes were calm and deep, like an ancient, cold well.

He walked in as if he were merely entering his own courtyard, rather than the eye of a storm teeming with deadly danger and gathering many of the world's most outstanding figures.

The moment his gaze fell upon Gu Shaoan, Pang Ban's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Gu Shaoan".

Seemingly sensing Pang Ban's gaze, Gu Shaoan slightly raised his eyes, his gaze meeting Pang Ban's.

After a moment's hesitation, Gu Shaoan parted his lips slightly: "Long time no see, Demon Master, how have you been?"

The gentle voice and calm tone unconsciously drew a hint of sinister intent into Pang Ban's eyes.

Looking at Gu Shaoan standing at the entrance of the Zhenwu Hall, holding the Yitian Sword, Zhu Wushi's face was ashen: "Does Young Master Gu intend to interfere in today's affairs?"

Gu Shaoan's gaze fell on Zhu Wushi, and he said in a gentle tone, "The relationship between Wudang and Emei is known to all in the martial arts world. When Wudang is in trouble, how can I, as a disciple of Emei, stand idly by?"

Zhu Wushi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Has Young Master Gu thought carefully about the consequences of rashly interfering?"

Gu Shaoan smiled nonchalantly: "You've asked the wrong person, Divine Marquis. After all, I was invited here today."

As soon as the words were spoken, screams of agony suddenly rang out outside the Zhenwu Hall.

(End of this chapter)