"You're transported to another world at the same time? What the hell is King Arthur?"

Zhang Tian did not reveal his real name, but instead borrowed the name of another ruthless person, so that if the other party complained to the King of Hell, it wouldn't be on his record.

He glanced at Huang Zhonggong, then looked around, his brows furrowing. "Huang Zhonggong who can play the zither, Hei Baizi who can play chess, Tu Biweng who can write in mid-air... wait, one more is missing. Where did Danqingzi, who can write and paint, go?"

These words were spoken.

The three people present felt a sudden jolt of anxiety.

You should know that they were acting on the orders of the Eastern Cult Leader to secretly imprison Ren Woxing here. This was a top secret matter, and they rarely went out, keeping themselves isolated from the world, for fear that outsiders would find out.

As it turned out, Zhang Tian not only knew that the four brothers lived here, but he also knew all about their abilities.

What does this mean?

It goes without saying!

Huang Zhonggong felt a chill run down his spine, as if he could see his own death. However, he still tried to remain calm, fearing that Zhang Tian was trying to trick him. "Your Excellency claims to be Feng Yuxiu. I have never heard of you before. I wonder where I have offended you. Please explain."

He tried to appear calm.

But his two brothers, Hei Baizi and Tu Biweng, weren't so composed. To be precise, they had been thoroughly angered by Zhang Tian and were shouting, "Big brother! Something must have gone wrong. Come quickly to help us, and we'll give you a good beating!"

This is black and white chess piece and bald-headed old man.

They just joined forces to deal with Zhang Tian.

Despite being sworn brothers with perfect teamwork, he couldn't gain the slightest advantage. Instead, he was toyed with like a dog by Zhang Tian, ​​his entire body covered in wounds. His hands ached, his back was injured, and he was in so much pain that he was grimacing in agony.

A stroke of ink was smeared on the other person's face, making him look exactly like a turtle that had fallen into the mud.

His other eye was blinded by a chess piece, and he lost several front teeth. His mouth was full of blood, and he could no longer speak clearly.

Their anger was at its peak.

He kept urging his older brother to come and help him.

With a master like the eldest brother coming down, the three brothers can take turns fighting. No matter how talented Zhang Tian is or how exquisite his moves are, his inner strength will not be able to withstand the depletion, and he will surely become a lamb to the slaughter.

But unexpectedly.

Zhang Tian moved even faster. The reason he was toying with the two was because he knew that they had cultivated for many years and possessed considerable internal strength.

He inherited the virtues of General Yuwen.

I really didn't want to waste it.

So he wanted to take them down with minimal injuries, and attempted to immobilize them by striking their pressure points.

This also required some effort.

Now, seeing that these two have brought reinforcements, and that Huang Zhonggong is a master who can fight against the leaders of the Five Mountains Alliance, is a sight to behold.

Zhang Tian made a swift decision, his longsword instantly transforming into a streak of light as he hurled it.

On the surface, he rushed toward Hei Baizi and Tu Biweng, but in reality, he was eyeing Huang Zhonggong behind them.

Black and White Zi and Bald Pen Weng's expressions changed drastically. They quickly dodged, thinking to themselves that this young man was indeed a novice in the martial arts world. He started with such a reckless fighting style. A swordsman throws his sword away. Could he possibly pull out a longer and bigger sword from his pocket?

"Prepare to die!"

Zhang Tian used his longsword to force Huang Zhonggong back, then his figure quickly approached, raising both palms in mid-air and condensing his inner force upwards, just like that, straight and without the slightest change.

He actually wanted to fight two against one.

They were engaged in a contest of internal strength.

This is yet another comical act by someone with little experience in the martial arts world!

Hei Baizi and Tu Biweng laughed wildly in their hearts. They had cultivated for decades, and while their internal strength might not be the best in the world, they wouldn't dare say they could easily crush even the most outstanding masters.

A mere kid?

I'll avoid your sharp edge!

So the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, turned their powerful internal energy and clashed head-on with Zhang Tian without hesitation.

They looked up.

There wasn't a trace of fear on Zhang Tian's face.

Only a faint upturn of the corners of her mouth.

You've been tricked!

As their palms collided, an invisible wave emanated from them. The black and white chess pieces and the bald pen master suddenly felt their minds go blank, as if they had forgotten everything. The internal energy circulating within their bodies also lost its restraint, as if they had forgotten how to operate.

His eyes widened in shock.

But it was too late.

That domineering internal force surged forth like a tsunami.

The two were struck as if by a giant bear, their bodies flying backward and crashing into the wall in the courtyard, instantly burying themselves in the ruins, causing a great uproar.

There was silence for a moment.

Is it dead or alive?

Huang Zhonggong, who had dodged the flying sword, was completely bewildered. He hadn't even seen what had just happened. In just a brief moment, he saw his two brothers fail in their palm strike and be pushed away.

This is a contest of internal strength!

How could the outcome be decided so quickly and rapidly?

Could the other party be God's illegitimate child?

Otherwise, how could someone so young possess the internal strength to easily defeat those two top-tier masters, who possessed at least a century's worth of profound power?

He was greatly alarmed. Perhaps due to his long period of self-cultivation and seclusion in this mountain villa, he had forgotten how to deal with conflicts in the martial world.

He actually turned around and was about to go inside.

Huang Zhonggong had lost his sense of martial arts vigilance and actually left his personal weapon, the finely crafted zither, in his room instead of carrying it with him.

But he forgot one thing: Zhang Tian was a person with superb lightness skills and movement techniques, and he actually exposed his back.

The sound of the zither begins.

The sound of a flute begins.

One can hear light and cheerful sounds.

That carefree joy reminded Huang Zhonggong of the days when he was young and drifted on the lake. Although he was extremely poor, he was carefree and relaxed.

He was momentarily lost in thought.

The body has already suffered a severe blow.

The violent internal force surged into the internal organs, relentlessly crashing and shattering the softest parts.

A mouthful of blood gushed out.

He fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Even if they are not dead now, they have lost the power to resist.

Huang Zhonggong lay on the ground, his face ashen, too weak to struggle. Watching Zhang Tian approach step by step, he had only one thought in his mind. He weakly asked, "What...what kind of music is this...good, good...music..."

There was the sound of a zither.

There was the sound of a flute.

It looked incredibly beautiful.

Yet it secretly captivated people's souls with its demonic sound, making it irresistible. It was even three points stronger than his most prized unique skill, the Seven-String Invisible Sword, and was the strongest he had ever seen in his life.

Zhang Tian reached out and pressed the other party's pressure points, completely subduing him, and then gave him the answer: "This piece is called The Smiling, Proud Wanderer."

The other party is unable to speak.

There was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

He seemed quite satisfied with the name.

Zhang Tian then found the two people who had fallen into the ruins. One was already dead, and the other still had a faint breath, but was powerless to resist.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This small Plum Manor is home to four top-tier experts. The strongest is comparable to the sect leader, while the others, even the weaker ones, are still first-rate masters. It is in no way inferior to any of the Five Mountains Sword Sects except for Mount Song.

Let them guard Ren Woxing.

It's really a waste of talent and an overly cautious approach.

It's just a pity.

He encountered someone who possessed silence, infinite health regeneration, domineering internal energy, lightness skills comparable to a grandmaster, and the alluring and wicked sword technique enhanced by the Boots of Swiftness.

Let alone them.

Even Zhang Tian himself didn't know how to deal with himself.

"Tsk tsk, I really didn't expect that."

"I'm fucking in hell!"