“This is the territory of the Iron Bones Clanging Sect.”
“It’s not a place where a wet-behind-the-ears youngster can run wild.”
When Wei Lao spoke these words, though his tone was calm, an incomparably profound aura emerged from his entire body.
Jun Changxiao and Jiang Xie, who were closest to him, immediately widened their eyes.
This aura, this imposing presence—it was simply invincibly powerful!
“First-rank Wushi, Second-rank Wushi, Third-rank Wushi…”
The system, based on the changes in Wei Lao’s momentum, recited the cultivation realms, then paused slightly before saying: “Fourth-rank Wuhuang!”
What?
Fourth-rank… Wuhuang?!
Jun Changxiao’s eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets!
He knew Wei Lao was an old man with a story, but he never would have imagined he was a Wuhuang-level powerhouse!
Ai Shangni was also completely dumbfounded.
This Wei Lao had been working at his medicinal herb shop, looking very aged with mediocre cultivation—how did he suddenly become so imposingly domineering!
“Imposingly domineering”—used brilliantly!
Compared to Elder Bai, whether in gaze, aura, or every gesture and movement, he completely and utterly suppressed him!
Expert, expert, supreme expert!
This was the judgment given by martial artists from all quarters based solely on comparing the two!
Jiang Xie behind them was immensely shocked and thought silently: “This aura is definitely… a Wuhuang!”
So it turned out that the sect he had joined not only had experts who were neither quite human nor quite demonic, but also had even more terrifying powerhouses like this!
Elder Bai furrowed his brow.
More precisely, when Wei Lao stopped concealing his cultivation and unleashed his true strength, his heart trembled, and his fingers involuntarily shook.
Was an extreme peak Wuwang very strong?
Very strong.
But sorry—before an Emperor of the Martial Way, he was still much, much weaker!
“Wei Lao!”
Jun Changxiao transmitted his voice in wild joy: “So you’re a worldly expert living in seclusion!”
If he hadn’t actively revealed his cultivation realm, Jun Changxiao would have continued to think Wei Lao was merely an exceptionally skilled medicinal herb master!
If he’d known there was such an awesome powerhouse here, why the hell would he have activated the sect protection grand formation!
“Alas.”
Wei Lao transmitted back: “I only wanted to grow medicinal herbs at the Iron Bones Sect, but alas, the tree wishes to remain still, yet the wind will not cease.”
His back was broad and towering, but also emanated helplessness.
If one were to interpret that statement with a different meaning, the content would be: “Can’t you cause less trouble and let me quietly be a reclusive expert?”
When Jiang Xie had attacked, Wei Lao had intended to intervene, but ultimately restrained himself.
Earlier when Elder Zhan brought people, he’d also had the idea of stepping forward to intimidate them, but the Sect Master and all the disciples had resolved it.
He thought he wouldn’t need to act and could continue being a dejected old man growing medicinal herbs, but who knew another peak Wuwang would appear, especially threatening the Sect Master, so he could only step forward.
Elder Bai suppressed his shock and said: “This small Iron Bones Sect not only has a Wuwang but also a Wuhuang—truly a place where dragons and tigers hide!”
“What?!”
“That old man is a Wu… huang?”
The martial artists from all quarters widened their eyes one after another, shocked to the extreme!
When Ai Shangni heard this, his mouth immediately dropped open.
My heavens!
A Wuhuang-level powerhouse had actually been working as a temporary medicinal herb master at his herb shop, and he’d thought him quite ordinary and generously given him to Sect Master Jun!
The most shocked was none other than Qin Haoran.
When he heard the two words “Wuhuang,” his body violently trembled and he nearly collapsed on the spot in fright.
Shen Tong, Situ Wang, and the others were also completely stupefied, their gazes filled with horror!
There was a Wuwang, and a Wuhuang!
Was this Iron Bones Sect really a seventh-rate sect?!
They had squeezed and mocked them so much, and even came today to watch them be humiliated—if they angered the other party, they wouldn’t even know how they died!
When the many martial artists learned Wei Lao had Wuhuang cultivation, the震撼 it caused was extremely intense, so much so that the expressions on everyone’s faces froze.
Of course.
The most delighted was still Sect Master Jun!
He’d thought he would have no choice but to shrink into the sect protection grand formation, but Wei Lao suddenly had divine powers bestowed upon him, confronting that peak Wuwang with a dominating posture.
Awesome!
Super awesome!
Wei Lao said calmly: “If this old man hasn’t guessed wrong, you should be about four hundred years old. When this old man became a peak Wuwang, you didn’t even know where you were being reincarnated.”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
As he spoke, a powerful pressure instantly spread out, crushing Elder Bai until cold sweat poured down.
“Believe it or not.”
Wei Lao said: “As long as you blink, this Emperor will make your soul scatter and dissipate.”
These words were very familiar!
That’s right.
They were what Elder Bai had just said very pretentiously to Jun Changxiao.
But he had said “move one step,” while Wei Lao said “blink”—this was absolutely domineeringly impressive!
Jun Changxiao wanted nothing more than to hug Wei Lao’s golden thighs, his face full of worship as he thought: “Great deity, please accept my kneeling, take me to show off, take me to fly, take me to King tier!”
No, no!
How could being just a hall master be enough? After this matter was resolved, he absolutely must give him an elder position!
“Gulp!”
Elder Bai swallowed his saliva.
No one knew how painfully he was now enduring the pressure from the Wuhuang.
As for his eyes, he absolutely didn’t dare blink even once!
“Though the demonic path uses every means without exception,” Wei Lao said, “they should still respect the rules of the martial world, shouldn’t they?”
Elder Bai immediately understood the meaning of this statement and hastily said: “Sect Master Jun just won ten matches. According to the agreement, we’ll leave. From now on, we’ll mind our own business and not interfere with each other!”
Earlier he had said it was Elder Zhan’s agreement and had nothing to do with him, but now he instantly admitted defeat and compromised—what a resounding slap to his own face.
“Young fellow.”
Wei Lao said: “I hope you keep your word, otherwise this Emperor won’t mind going to the God-Slaying Hall to have a chat with Wei Xinhao.”
When Elder Bai heard this, his expression changed again.
This name, this person—he was the previous Hall Master of the God-Slaying Hall, who had long since retired and was now revered as a Supreme Elder!
He was a Wuhuang and also knew the Supreme Elder—definitely an expert of the older generation!
“Senior, please rest assured!”
Elder Bai said with an extremely solemn expression: “Our God-Slaying Hall has always kept our word and would never do anything duplicitous!”
Jun Changxiao rolled his eyes at him.
Just now he had clearly been doing something duplicitous, yet he had the face to say they kept their word!
“Hmph!”
Wei Lao withdrew his pressure and pointed ahead: “This Emperor will count to three. Take your people and these demonic cultivators and disappear immediately.”
By the time he said the word “dis-,” Elder Bai had already dragged his afterimage and fled.
Elder Zhan and the others also hastily carried the wounded and retreated at a speed as if rushing to be reincarnated.
In just a moment.
Over ten thousand demonic cultivators vanished without a trace.
The martial artists from Huayang Commandery who had been watching the excitement also all left. They were afraid of being misunderstood as having come to help exterminate the Iron Bones Sect.
After everyone had left, Wei Lao finally completed the count in one breath: “One, two, three.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao almost couldn’t hold back and added: “Wooden person.”
“Sect Master.”
Wei Lao said: “You won’t blame this old man for arbitrarily letting that peak Wuwang go, will you?”
“With Wei Lao’s strength, killing him would certainly be effortless, but it would also offend the God-Slaying Hall as a result, so letting him scram is the wisest choice,” Jun Changxiao said.
Wei Lao smiled, and the dominating aura that had been pervading began to retract inward.
Shortly after, his back hunched over again, and his sharp gaze also returned to being turbid.
“Sect Master.”
Wei Lao exhaled a breath of stale air and said: “I’ll head back first.”
Having said that, he turned and left.
The back he left for the crowd was both desolate and dejected.
At that moment, the martial cultivators of Qingyang Commandery would not look down on this old man, because after all, he was a deeply hidden Wuhuang!
Jun Changxiao transmitted apologetically: “Wei Lao, I’m sorry. Because of this seat, you can no longer quietly continue your reclusive life.”
Wei Lao stopped and said: “Does the Sect Master not consider me a member of the Iron Bones Clanging Sect?”
Jun Changxiao smiled brilliantly.
“Thud.”
Without paying attention, Wei Lao tripped on a stone at his feet and fell awkwardly to the ground.
The smile on Jun Changxiao’s face froze, and black lines rose on his forehead.
This old man.
Was he really an Emperor of the Martial Way?