Zhang Zhiyue, former sect master of the Zhengyi Gate and one of the peak extraordinary individuals of Yanxia in the previous era, once single-handedly fought an invading army from Yang Country with his eighth-grade cultivation.
With a single sword, Zhang Zhiyue, amidst a hail of bullets and amidst tens of thousands of soldiers, decapitated the enemy general and then departed.
That battle made Zhang Zhiyue famous throughout Yanxia.
Later, to retaliate, Yang Country dispatched three eighth-grade cultivators to attack Longdao Mountain. Zhang Zhiyue fought alone, facing all three eighth-grade cultivators from Yang Country by himself, ultimately perishing along with them.
That battle definitively cemented Zhang Zhiyue's status within the extraordinary community.
Had the extraordinary community not been unknown to outsiders, Zhang Zhiyue would have been immortalized in history!
Zhuge Yehan had heard stories of Zhang Zhiyue when he was young and had even idolized him for a time.
He never expected that a heroic figure who should have existed only in history was still alive today!
If this matter were to be exposed, it would likely shake the entire extraordinary community of Hua Country, and Yang Country would spare no effort in sending numerous extraordinary individuals to infiltrate Hua Country and assassinate Zhang Zhiyue!
At this moment, Zhang Zhiyue sat motionlessly on the stone platform with his eyes closed, appearing as if he were completely dead.
His cultivation was no longer what it used to be; he was only seventh-grade.
"Zhuge Feng, I can't believe you still have the nerve to show your face here."
Zhang Muya, while wiping Zhang Zhiyue's body, spoke to Zhuge Feng with an icy tone.
It was clear she knew Zhuge Feng.
And she did not welcome him.
"Who are you?"
Zhuge Feng glanced at Zhang Muya, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
In his memory, there was no recollection of the woman before him.
Zhang Muya stood up, reverting to her original appearance, her entire aura transforming.
"Do you remember me now?"
Seeing Zhang Muya in her current state, Zhuge Feng's pupils contracted slightly, and he exclaimed, "You're still alive?"
"If you old geezers aren't dead, how could I possibly sleep soundly?"
Zhang Muya said coldly, taking out Zhang Xiaoxia's short sword and talismans. She then bit her index finger and coated all the talismans with her blood.
"After I heard you went to Zhengyi Gate, I knew you would come here. Today, I will avenge my master and uncle!"
Killing intent blazed in Zhang Muya's eyes, and her aura surged, showing signs of eighth-grade cultivation!
After discovering Zhang Muya was alive, Zhuge Feng was shocked for a moment before calming down and smiling, "Back then, I spared your life because I remembered your past with Ye Feng, only forcing Zhengyi Gate to cripple your cultivation and let you live out your days in peace."
"I never expected you to be so resilient, surviving even without cultivation."
"Could it be that Zhang Lingzi used a blood-guiding soul-transfer technique to forcibly extend your life before he died?"
"What a fool he was!"
"You are not allowed to insult my master!" Zhang Muya rebuked coldly, her talismans flying into the air, glowing with blood-red light.
"Supreme Deities, transfer the body with blood!"
"Blood-Guiding Talisman - Soul-Seizing Sword!"
As Zhang Muya finished speaking, the talismans spewed forth a large amount of blood energy, condensing into blood swords in the air that shot towards Zhuge Feng!
"A mere trick!" Zhuge Feng chuckled, watching the incoming blood swords. He lightly tapped the ground with one foot, and the Bagua Qimen array manifested.
"Qian Position - Sole Dominion!"
As Zhuge Feng spoke, the blood swords froze in mid-air, unable to advance further.
"If your master and uncle were still at their peak, they might have been able to fight me. You are still too weak."
Zhuge Feng appeared behind Zhang Muya, grasping wind with one hand and transforming it into wind ropes to bind her.
"The game is over."
Zhuge Feng said indifferently. The blood swords frozen within the Qimen array abruptly changed direction, pointing directly at Zhang Muya.
"I spared your life once, and you lived for another century. That's more than enough."
"You should go reincarnate now."
Zhang Muya, bound by the wind ropes in the air, looked at the blood swords aimed at her. Yet, there was no panic on her face; instead, a slight smile curved her lips.
"Who goes to reincarnate is yet to be determined."
As Zhang Muya spoke, the blood swords turned into blood, merging into Zhuge Feng's Qimen array.
Zhuge Feng's Qimen array was rapidly contaminated by the blood, rendering the entire array ineffective!
Zhang Muya broke free from the wind ropes, her fingers together. A few more talismans flew out, shooting towards Zhuge Feng!
"What is this?"
Zhuge Feng's expression changed drastically upon seeing his Qimen array broken. He quickly flicked his sleeve, batting away the talismans, while he himself leaped back to the center of the Qimen array, attempting to reactivate it.
"It won't activate?"
Zhuge Feng was shocked. The blood had contaminated his Qimen array and frozen it.
The current situation was equivalent to his Qimen array remaining open, but him being unable to control it.
Unable to retract or restart, he could only waste his spiritual energy?
"What, what kind of technique is this?"
Zhuge Yehan, watching from behind, was stunned. He never imagined there was a martial art that could nullify their Wuhou Qimen!
Was this not the natural enemy of their Zhuge family?
Zhang Muya gave Zhuge Feng no time to react, her short sword rapidly lengthening.
Grasping the sword, Zhang Muya lunged at Zhuge Feng!
"Zhuge Feng, take your dog's life!"
Seeing Zhang Muya charge, Zhuge Feng let out a cold snort. His hands turned black, "Even without the Qimen, I can still kill you!"
"Glazed Palm!"
Zhuge Feng roared, meeting Zhang Muya's sword with his bare palm.
Clang!!!
The collision of sword and palm produced a sound like clashing iron, making Zhuge Yehan's eardrums ache!
Zhuge Feng was, after all, a legitimate eighth-grade extraordinary individual. Even with the assistance of Zhang Zhiyue and the cave mansion's power, Zhang Muya was no match for Zhuge Feng.
Zhuge Feng shattered the long sword and struck Zhang Muya's chest with his palm.
"Pfft!"
Zhang Muya's chest caved in, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, crashing heavily onto the stone platform and slumping down.
"Pathetic!"
Zhuge Feng glanced coldly at Zhang Muya, his palms losing their black hue.
He had clearly been angered just now.
As the esteemed head of the Zhuge family and a renowned figure, he had to use his full strength to deal with a junior whose cultivation had been crippled, which was a blow to his pride!
Fortunately, there were no outsiders around, so his reputation was not tarnished.
At this moment, Zhang Muya leaned against the stone platform, her head bowed. Her bones were shattered, rendering her unable to move.
"Master, Uncle... I am ultimately no match for that old thief. I have disappointed you..." Zhang Muya murmured softly. Her body rapidly aged, and her aura plummeted to its lowest point.
Her spiritual energy completely depleted, Zhang Muya reverted to being an ordinary person.
Zhuge Feng's palm strike had already shattered her heart meridian.
She was on the verge of death.
"Die."
Zhuge Feng walked up to Zhang Muya, raising his palm and striking towards the crown of her head without mercy, preparing to deliver the final blow.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Just then, several paper needles flew from behind Zhuge Feng, making him feel an extreme sense of danger!
"Who?"
Zhuge Feng dared not attack Zhang Muya any further, quickly dodging to the side, allowing the paper needles to pierce Zhang Muya's body!
Zhuge Feng looked back and saw a man and a woman standing at the cave entrance, though he did not know when they had arrived.
He had not sensed them at all!
Ye Ling glanced over the battlefield, then his gaze fell upon Zhuge Feng and Zhuge Yehan, and he said with a smile, "Gentlemen, for my sake, could you stop?"