"Your Zhongcheng Hall did not act today, but among those who tried to kill me by the lake that night, many were from your Zhongcheng Hall.
Just now, Qi Tiankuang, Wei Xingshan, and the Suffering Monk tried to kill me together. Although you two did not act, you were exchanging secret signals.
You two had your legs tensed, waiting to strike once I was controlled, to subdue me together and share the benefits when the Medicine Immortal Pavilion allocated them. Am I right?"
"I am the fairest person. Whoever wants to kill me, I have to kill them."
At this point, Lin Beichen spoke and looked at Zhao Wuxing with a cold gleam in his eyes.
Zhao Wuxing suppressed his anger and said:
"Lin Beichen, this is the territory of my Zhongcheng Hall. What do you want to do?"
Zhao Huanglong wanted him to apologize, but he couldn’t swallow his pride.
He hadn’t asked Lin Beichen to apologize, but Lin Beichen was still disrespecting him.
This is the territory of Zhongcheng Hall, even the Medicine Immortal Pavilion dared not act rashly here.
No matter how powerful a protector Lin Beichen has, so what?
"What do I want to do? How about you ask him!"
Lin Beichen said lightly and waved his hand.
A wooden figure slowly stepped forward, like a Demon God, blocking the way in front of him.
The wooden figure’s body exuded not only a murderous aura but also a rich blood-tinged energy akin to a tidal wave.
Seeing this, Zhao Huanglong’s face changed dramatically.
Feeling the wooden figure’s aura up close made him realize the terror of its power.
Before this person, he felt he had no power to resist.
Is today the day he will meet his end?
The dignity of a noble family wouldn’t allow him to retreat.
"Since Lin Beichen gives no way out, let me challenge your prowess!"
Zhao Huanglong said coldly, his breath surging, raising his fists, just about to act, when suddenly he heard a voice.
"Zhao Huanglong, stand back!"
On the roof of the Starry Sky Association, a blue-robed man slowly floated down, like an Immortal with divine grace, gently landing, pressing a palm towards the wooden figure.
This palm was incredibly gentle, like white clouds and mist, easily blocking the wooden figure’s fist wind. The cloud and mist continued forward, striking the wooden figure, with both arms heavily hitting the wooden figure’s chest.
Boom!
Like Celestial Thunder tearing through the quiet night, shaking the heart.
The man did not appear tall, compared to the wooden figure, he seemed like a tender child.
But when he struck out, the wooden figure was like encountering a flood, retreating repeatedly.
Each step imprinted deeply into the floor, yet the support still couldn’t withstand the immense impact, retreating over ten meters, with its shape embedded into the hall wall before stopping.
Everyone’s hearts were extremely shocked.
What kind of terrifying power is this?
Seeing the wooden figure’s chest clothing torn, revealing a deep palm print dent.
This palm shattered the wooden figure’s ribs. If he were human, his ribs would have pierced his heart, leading to instant death.
Luckily he was not human, merely a piece of wood transformed.
"This..."
The scene stunned everyone present.
What was the strength of the wooden figure?
Combating three top warriors, even four.
Two dead, two seriously injured.
Though the wooden figure was not untouched, its foundations weren’t harmed.
The four experts’ siege left only superficial marks, never reducing its combat strength.
This level of expert is already the top battle power.
Even in the long history, such cultivation of the wooden figure is considered extraordinary.
If he were in ancient times, even if not a famous general, he would be a notorious rogue in the martial world.
Yet such an expert, in front of the newly arrived man, was swatted away like a fly.
Elder!
Zhao Wuxing and Zhao Huanglong exclaimed in shock, kneeling with fervor.
"Elder’s divine might is unmatched, juniors are in awe!"
"The Transmission Elder appears, juniors failed to welcome, please impose punishment."
Transmission Elder?
This is Zhongcheng Hall’s Leader?
Everyone fell into dead silence.
Numerous eyes fixed on the blue-robed man.
This is the rumored elder more terrifying than the family even?
The Patriarch ties with the family’s fate, but the Transmission Elder transcends the family.
Everyone had heard, but seeing it was the first.
The blue-robed man seemed to be in his 30s, yet his eyes were filled with the wear of ages.
This man’s true age likely far exceeds 100, yet his appearance remains around 30.
His figure hidden under the blue robe, like a retired old man at the chessboard.
No hint of aura or murderous intention on him.
"Zhao Tianjie, this man is Zhao Tianjie!"
A sudden exclamation rang from the crowd.
No introduction needed; everyone recalled him.
In nearly two hundred years, adventurers from the country ventured globally, creating legends.
Some enthusiasts ranked all adventurers over two hundred years, yet the top position was without dispute.
Zhao Tianjie.
His fame began seventy years ago.
He once ventured alone into Southeast Asia, living in its toxic forests for twenty years.
During those twenty years, all local armed forces in Southeast Asia regarded him as their king.
Only after Zhao Tianjie left did the Southeast Asian forces gradually splinter, forming the current factions.