After Zhang Cuishan stated his request, without giving Zhang Sanfeng time to react, he stood up and turned directly to face the various martial arts sects that were pressuring Wudang.
His gaze swept over Master Kongwen of Shaolin; He Taichong of Kunlun; Extinction and Abbess Jingxuan of Emei; Guan Neng of the Kongtong Sect, and a group of others.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Cuishan said loudly, "All sins are committed by Zhang Cuishan alone. A true man bears his own responsibility. Today, I shall satisfy you all."
The moment his voice fell, Zhang Cuishan directly drew his sword, placed it across his neck, and forcefully slashed downwards.
Just as blood was about to spurt out.
A cold wind instantly swept over.
Zhang Cuishan had no time to react, and his longsword instantly flew out of his hand. Although a thin red line was left on his neck, fortunately, it was only a flesh wound.
After the longsword left Zhang Cuishan's hand, it did not fall, but instead strangely flew in the air.
The cold gleaming blade trembled slightly, accompanied by bursts of sword hums, as if the longsword had its own intelligence.
The various sects present, who had just been shocked by Zhang Cuishan's resolute nature, quickly became horrified by the flying longsword before their eyes.
A disciple of the Huashan Sect cried out in fear, "Flying sword and jumping pellet. How is this possible!! How can such a miraculous art exist in the world!"
The art of flying swords is widely spread in Taoism, and the Huashan Sect, as a direct descendant of the Quanzhen Sect, has Lu Dongbin, one of the Five Ancestors of Quanzhen, as a widely known representative of sword immortals.
To some extent, the art of flying swords, whether in the pugilistic world or in folk legends, is an undeniable immortal art!
And now, this miraculous art, which should only exist in storybooks and immortal legends, appeared vividly before the eyes of the various martial arts sects.
Not to mention a mere Huashan disciple, the other sects, regardless of their seniority or cultivation, all showed terrified expressions at this moment.
"The Martial World's Supreme, the Dragon Slaying Saber!! This... could this be the secret within the Dragon Slaying Saber?"
A voice suddenly came from behind the various sects.
For a moment, countless martial artists looked at the flying sword with eyes that seemed to emit light.
"Alas..." Zhang Sanfeng sighed faintly, slowly walked to Zhang Cuishan, who was sitting on the ground, bent down to help him up, and said, "Why do you suffer so? Do you think that on this Wudang Mountain, your master cannot even protect his own disciple?"
Zhang Cuishan seemed to have come to his senses at this moment, looking at Zhang Sanfeng with immense pain and regret, and knelt down, saying, "Disciple... disciple has disappointed Master!"
"Zhang... Zhang Zhenren!" Master Kongwen of Shaolin was indeed a renowned monk. Even if he couldn't completely detach himself from worldly desires and achieve true emptiness, facing the shock brought by the flying sword at this moment, he was the first among those present to recover.
"May I ask Zhang Zhenren, is this... is this the legendary art of flying swords? Also, does this art of flying swords come from the Dragon Slaying Saber, and has the Wudang Sect already deciphered the secret of the Dragon Slaying Saber?"
Master Kongwen's series of questions seemed to remind the various sects. For a moment, everyone looked at the Wudang disciples with fierce eyes, no longer having any previous reservations.
Zhang Sanfeng knew very well that even though he was a grandmaster and the founder of the Wudang Sect, facing the entire martial world at this moment, even he could not withstand the hostility of the entire martial world.
A fierce tiger cannot withstand a pack of wolves.
No matter how strong Zhang Sanfeng was, he ultimately could not fight against the entire martial world alone at this moment.
"Master Kongwen, this humble Daoist's sect has never had the art of flying swords!" Zhang Sanfeng shook his head in denial.
"Zhang Zhenren, why deceive us?"
"That's right, the art of flying swords is right before our eyes. Does Zhang Zhenren think we are blind?"
"Zhang Sanfeng, you are acting like a disgrace to a grandmaster!"
Amidst the surging emotions, a dramatic battle of the Five Great Sects besieging Wudang was about to unfold.
A deafening roar instantly echoed from the Mountain Peak of Wudang Mountain, reaching all the way to the foot of the mountain.
Even the Wudang disciples standing at the Sword-Unsheathing Stone at the foot of the mountain clearly heard the angry roar coming from Zixiao Palace.
"How dare you!!!"
The terrifying, deafening sound waves instantly caused all the disciples present, whether from Wudang or other sects, to show painful expressions. Even more so, some had their eardrums ruptured, with blood flowing freely.
Even those who were not injured by this angry roar were now dizzy, lightheaded, and their limbs felt weak, as if their internal energy had gone out of control.
In a short time, everyone on Wudang Mountain, from top to bottom, stumbled, with only a few people inside Zixiao Palace remaining standing.
"Xiong, what a loud voice!!" A girl in a white dress, with bare, exquisite jade feet, and smooth, silken black hair tied into a simple bun on top of her head, moved with the grace of an elven spirit, letting out a series of bell-like laughs.
"Xiong's aura is indeed… indeed mighty!" Zuo Qianhu, clad in armor, with five long sabers inverted on his back, a long whip with bells hanging from his waist, and a simple saber in his hand, remarked.
"That's right, that's right! The voice is too loud, it gave me a fright!!" Huang Rong, who nodded in agreement, showed no trace of her future reputation as a female strategist. She wore a dark, tattered leather hat askew on her head. Her hands and face were covered in black soot, and only when she smiled did she reveal two rows of sparkling white teeth, looking somewhat out of place.
The first offline mission for the Chat Group members began with Xiongba's roar, which shook the mountains and fields.
Clad in a golden-backed, black-patterned official robe, he displayed his domineering aura to the fullest.
Xiongba laughed heartily, his gaze first sweeping over Ying An, then cupping his fists slightly, saying, "Xiongba greets Young Master Ying An!"
"Xiong, why be so polite?" Ying An offered a distant, virtual gesture of support, saying, "It seems this mission, Xiong alone is enough to easily resolve it!"
"What are you saying, Young Master Ying An?" Xiongba humbly replied, "How dare I display my meager skills before you?"
As the Chat Group members exchanged greetings, a weak, trembling voice suddenly came over.
"Demon… Demon! Zhang Sanfeng, you are acting like a disgrace to a grandmaster! To think… to think you would collude with demons, intending to destroy the Central Plains Martial World!!"
Following the voice, Old Monk Kongwen was the first among the crowd to recover. Even so, Master Kongwen could only lean on his staff to barely maintain a standing posture. His voice was intermittent.
"The Old Monk is not bad. To be able to recover so quickly!" Xiongba gave Kongwen an approving glance, then looked at Zhang Daoren and said, "Zhang Daoren, these people who dared to provoke you deserve to die. Do you need me to clean them up for you?"
"No!" Zhang Sanfeng hastily interjected.
It was no exaggeration to say that if Xiongba really killed the many martial artists present, the Central Plains Martial World would instantly face a generational collapse.
Who knows how many sects would vanish into thin air as a result.