"You are seeking death!"
Wan Yunting's sharp eyes glared, his heart burning with rage. Holding the Gentleman's Sword, he leaped into the air and lunged directly at Chen Jing…
"Elder Chen, be careful…"
Master Kong Wu, standing nearby, was startled. Sensing the immense sword energy contained within Wan Yunting's strike, he immediately rushed forward to shield Chen Jing. He channeled his power with both hands and shouted, "Golden Bell Shield!"
*Clang!*
Wan Yunting's sword struck in front of Master Kong Wu, about twenty centimeters away. It was blocked by a golden bell that materialized out of thin air, encasing his body and preventing the formidable sword energy from advancing even an inch.
Chen Jing, behind him, finally reacted. He glared furiously at Wan Yunting and shouted, "How dare you, Wan Yunting! Put away your sword and stop!"
Yang Jingyi, the injured Wuwei Zi, and Qi Wu were all surprised by Wan Yunting's sudden appearance.
Master Kong Wu clasped his hands together, maintaining a horse stance. A visible, faint golden aura formed a Golden Bell Shield around him. He stared disdainfully at Wan Yunting and roared, "Young man, I advise you to stop now, or don't blame this old monk for being impolite."
Wan Yunting's Gentleman's Sword remained pressed against his Golden Bell Shield. He coldly regarded the Shaolin monk, whose name he did not know. His fury surged as he circulated his profound inner energy, channeling it into his right hand and the Gentleman's Sword. He roared, "No one will stop me today! Break!"
The next moment, the Gentleman's Sword unleashed a fierce and powerful sword energy, accompanied by a humming sound…
Instantly, Master Kong Wu's expression changed drastically. He saw his Golden Bell Shield crack inch by inch, followed by a detonation. Master Kong Wu was sent flying backward with a scream…
"Master…"
Two young disciples of the Shaolin sect cried out in alarm and rushed to help Master Kong Wu, who had fallen heavily. He clutched his chest tightly with his large hand and coughed up a mouthful of blood. With his vital energy in disarray, he could no longer stand.
"Master Kong Wu…"
Jia Hongji, Gu Xuzi, and the others were all aghast. They knew that Master Kong Wu was a powerful expert at the Martial Arts Gang Qi Outer Manifestation realm, yet Wan Yunting had shattered his Golden Bell Shield with a single sword strike and inflicted serious injuries.
Chen Jing, the Grand Elder of the Hua Shan sect, also looked shocked. He turned, glaring furiously at Wan Yunting, and shouted, "Wan Yunting, are you declaring war on our Martial Arts Association and all the righteous sects?"
"Declare war!"
Wan Yunting pointed his Gentleman's Sword at him, his fury boiling over. He roared, "You people who always have 'righteousness' on your lips, yet bully others relentlessly, are you worthy of speaking of righteousness? If you don't all leave Wuliang Daoist Temple lying down today, I, Wan Yunting, will share your surname! Take this sword…"
*Clang!*
Wan Yunting swung his sword and attacked, giving Chen Jing no chance to speak. The Gentleman's Sword unleashed a humming sword energy that pierced forward. Chen Jing's face turned pale, and he dared not underestimate his opponent.
After all, even Master Kong Wu could not withstand a single sword strike from him. Chen Jing immediately drew his own sword to defend. A crisp sound echoed as the treasured sword, forged from Longquan steel, was directly split by Wan Yunting's Gentleman's Sword. The broken tip flew out, nearly striking Jia Hongji beside him, causing his old face to contort.
*Swish!*
Wan Yunting gave Chen Jing no chance to breathe. After cutting his sword, he swung his sword again with a twist and a horizontal sweep. The invisible sword energy sliced through the air with a humming sound…
However, Chen Jing reacted swiftly, executing an aerial somersault to retreat. He narrowly dodged Wan Yunting's sweeping sword strike. Before he could even land, Wan Yunting's ghost-like figure reappeared…
"Elder Chen, be careful…!"
Jia Hongji, standing nearby, cried out in alarm. But before his words could finish, Chen Jing's face contorted in panic as he was struck heavily in the abdomen by Wan Yunting's charging palm…
*Puff!*
Chen Jing spat out a mouthful of blood. He flew out of the Daoist temple like a kite with a broken string, crashing onto the steps and tumbling down like a sack of grain…
"Dad…"
Chen Yuxuan and two other Hua Shan sect disciples cried out in shock and rushed out to help Chen Jing, who lay outside. His face was pale, and he clutched his stomach, groaning as if his intestines had been shattered by Wan Yunting's palm…
"Wan Yunting, you are truly audacious! You dare to strike Elder Chen and Master Kong Wu? You… you are too presumptuous!" Jia Hongji, the Grand Elder of the Qingcheng sect, was now filled with nervous anger. He pointed at Wan Yunting, scolding him while backing away, for he was afraid.
Wan Yunting turned his sword, his cold and ruthless gaze sweeping over Jia Hongji and the others, as well as Chen Yuxuan and the other Shaolin disciples who were charging in with weapons, shouting angrily, "Bastard, I'll kill you…"
Chen Yuxuan, along with his two junior brothers, drew their swords and attacked. The two Shaolin disciples, armed with wooden staffs, also roared and charged forward…
*Ah…*
In the next second, with a single horizontal sweep of his sword, Wan Yunting's sword energy coiled like a snake and sent them all flying. They landed on the ground, groaning and screaming, unable to rise.
"My heavens…"
Seeing this, Jia Hongji could no longer hesitate. He, along with his two Qingcheng sect disciples, quickly fled the Wuliang Daoist Temple, no longer daring to utter a single word of criticism against Wan Yunting.
After all, he did not wish to end up like Chen Jing and Master Kong Wu, lying on the ground spitting blood.
"Wan Yunting, stop immediately!"
Gu Xuzi, the Third Elder of the Wudang sect, and Zhao Yixia, the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, quickly intercepted Wan Yunting, saying anxiously, "If you continue with these reckless actions, the Martial Arts Association will not let you go. Stop now…"
Wan Yunting glared coldly at the two and snapped, "Get lost, or don't blame me for not showing respect to your Wudang sect and Longhu Mountain!"
Zhao Yixia said, "Wan Yunting, why escalate things this far? Aren't you afraid of the consequences?"
Wan Yunting's cold gaze swept over her. He retorted angrily, "They injured my Master's wife and Senior Uncle Wuwei, why didn't you stop them? Now you're telling me not to escalate things? Do you really think I, Wan Yunting, am easy to bully?"
This retort left Gu Xuzi and Zhao Yixia speechless, unable to refute him.
"Get out!"
Wan Yunting roared, holding his Gentleman's Sword.
Gu Xuzi and Zhao Yixia's expressions shifted slightly. They exchanged glances, and finally, the two of them signaled their disciples, and they quickly retreated from the Wuliang Daoist Temple and went outside…
"Yunting…"
Yang Jingyi, having recovered, was somewhat worried. But Wan Yunting waved his hand and said, "Master's wife, they were the ones who bullied first. You don't need to worry about this matter; I will handle it."
"Yes, Mom, let Brother Yunting handle it. We absolutely cannot let them off the hook like this." Duan Yingying, clutching her stomach, looked at Chen Jing and Master Kong Wu and the others outside with fierce determination.
Wan Yunting cast a pained glance at her, then turned his cold, angry gaze to Chen Jing, Master Kong Wu, Jia Hongji of the Qingcheng sect, and the others outside. He coldly and furiously declared, "None of you will leave this mountain today!"
"What?"
Jia Hongji's face turned ashen. He anxiously shouted at Wan Yunting, "Wan Yunting, what… what exactly do you want?"
Master Kong Wu, who had recovered slightly from his injuries and was being supported by his disciples, stood up. His pale old face was filled with anger and unwillingness. He gritted his teeth and said, "Wan Yunting, you… you must think clearly. What will be the consequence of going against our Martial Arts Association!"
These words further enraged Wan Yunting. He immediately lunged forward…
"What are you doing? Ah…"
Two Shaolin disciples screamed as they were sent flying. They could not stop Wan Yunting. He kicked both of Master Kong Wu's knees. With a thud, the monk collapsed to his knees with a scream, "You…"
*Slap, slap…!*
Then, Wan Yunting raised his hand and unceremoniously slapped Master Kong Wu several times with resounding, soul-shattering blows. Jia Hongji, Gu Xuzi, and Zhao Yixia, standing nearby, froze, their eyes wide, not daring to even breathe.
"Who else dares to say that I, Wan Yunting, am afraid of your Martial Arts Association, afraid of your various sects?"
Wan Yunting flung Master Kong Wu away with a heavy hand. The monk fell to the ground, his entire face swollen like a pig's head, unrecognizable even to Abbot Renxin of Shaolin.
Wan Yunting's domineering and decisive aura truly intimidated Gu Xuzi, Zhao Yixia, and Jia Hongji, making them afraid to utter another word of defiance.
At this moment, Chen Jing gritted his teeth, trembling with rage. His eyes were fixed on Wan Yunting, completely unable to comprehend how this fellow acted so domineeringly and extremely, showing no regard for their Martial Arts Association or the major sects.
"It seems you're still not convinced?"
Wan Yunting turned his head, his cold gaze sweeping over Chen Jing as he walked towards him.
"Wan Yunting, what are you doing? Dare to touch my father, and I'll…"
The injured Chen Yuxuan drew his sword and stood in front of his father, Chen Jing, shouting at the approaching Wan Yunting with a mixture of fear and anger.
"Your son?"
Wan Yunting's cold eyes looked at Chen Yuxuan and asked. Chen Jing, clutching his stomach and heavily wounded, stumbled, quickly pulling his son aside. "Wan Yunting, if you have anger, direct it at me… I, Chen Jing, will bear it."
"Senior Brother Qi, Zi Hang, come and tie them up!" Wan Yunting shouted behind him.
Li Zihang and Qi Wu, also injured, emerged with enraged expressions. They directly untied the cloth sashes from their waists…
"Wan Yunting, you…"
The enraged Chen Yuxuan pointed his sword at Wan Yunting. In the next second, his sword flew out, and the Gentleman's Sword was pressed against his neck, cutting his skin and drawing blood…
This terrified Chen Jing into a horrified cry, "Wan Yunting, stop! Don't harm my son! If you have anger, direct it at me, I will bear it."
Wan Yunting, naturally, had no intention of killing. He coldly stated, "Don't worry, killing is against the law. I won't kill you."
Li Zihang, holding the sash, asked, "Brother Daoist Master, should I tie them?"
"Tie them."
Wan Yunting removed the sword from Chen Yuxuan's neck. The young man's legs had gone weak from fear. Li Zihang stepped forward, twisted his hands behind his back, and bound him. Qi Wu also used a sash to tie up Chen Jing.
"And tie up the rest of them too! Hang them from that tree!"
Wan Yunting pointed at an old tree beside the gatehouse, signaling for them to be hoisted up…
"Wan Yunting, you cannot do this…!"
Upon hearing that Wan Yunting intended to tie up Chen Jing and his son, along with Master Kong Wu, and hang them from the tree, Jia Hongji, Gu Xuzi, and Zhao Yixia quickly intervened.
"What, do you want to be hung too?" Wan Yunting turned his head, his cold eyes fixing on them, and said domineeringly.
"This…"
Gu Xuzi, Zhao Yixia, and Jia Hongji exchanged glances. Given that Wan Yunting alone had severely injured Master Kong Wu and Chen Jing, they knew his martial arts realm had already surpassed the Gang Qi level.
To have reached such a level at such a young age was unprecedented. Gu Xuzi and Zhao Yixia knew that even if they joined forces, they would likely not be a match for Wan Yunting.
Therefore, they could only watch helplessly as Wan Yunting, Li Zihang, and Qi Wu actually tied Chen Jing, his son Chen Yuxuan, and Master Kong Wu of the Shaolin sect to that large tree…