208: Chapter 208 Wudang Mountain is undergoing a catastrophe!

At this moment, Wudang Mountain, located at the border of three kingdoms, was undergoing a great calamity.

Zhang Sanfeng had just returned from Northern Li when he was ambushed.

Nearly half of Wudang Mountain was destroyed, with dust and smoke swirling amidst the broken walls and ruins.

If not for the miraculous protective power of the Tai Chi Mind-Cultivation Technique, he would likely have perished on the spot.

Facing the woman before him, Zhang Sanfeng felt a heavy weight in his heart.

She seemed able to perceive his every thought; each time she struck, she always managed to seal off his escape routes a step ahead.

Fighting her was like being trapped in a spider's web, restrained with every Move.

Coupled with the coordinated attacks of the others, even Zhang Sanfeng was gradually feeling the strain.

"This humble Daoist has never made enemies in his life. Why must you all go to such lengths?"

"Old Daoist, save your words.

Your mistake lies solely in your cultivation being too high." The woman spoke coldly, her attacks resuming before her words even faded.

That feeling came again.

Suffocating.

Zhang Sanfeng had traveled the Jianghu for many years but had never encountered such an opponent.

At his current Realm, his Moves flowed with his will, endlessly variable, impossible for ordinary people to predict.

Yet today, he was being suppressed step by step, as if all his escape routes had been seen through.

"You few, kill everyone on the mountain! Leave no one alive!"

As the words fell, five figures abruptly turned toward the mountain gate.

Zhang Sanfeng's heart shook violently; he knew his Disciples were no match for these people.

Just as he was about to give chase, a chilling cold assaulted him from behind. He hastily turned to evade but still took a solid palm strike to his own palm.

Blood sprayed wildly as he lost control and plummeted downward.

"Mere mortal, do not think of escaping today." The woman chuckled lightly, her tone icy.

At this critical juncture, a streak of Sword Light tore through the sky, sweeping across the heavens like a ribbon of snow.

The five charging toward the mountain gate had no time to react before they were engulfed by the Sword Qi, leaving not even their bones behind.

The woman, who had originally intended to pursue downward, suddenly halted her movement, shock appearing on her face for the first time.

That single sword strike made her feel the aura of death, a sensation long forgotten.

Since Awakening the Void Consciousness Realm Divine Power, she could not only predict her opponent's actions but also possessed an extremely sharp perception of danger.

It was precisely this intuition that had helped her escape danger time and again.

Yet the sense of crisis brought by that sword just now far surpassed any she had experienced before.

Without hesitation, she immediately turned and fled swiftly, leaving the battlefield without a second thought.

Su Rui's figure paused briefly in the air. His gaze swept over the ravaged Wudang Mountain before he flashed away, pursuing the fleeing woman.

Though severely injured, Zhang Sanfeng still sensed someone approaching from behind. With all his might, he twisted his posture mid-air, preparing to face the enemy.

In the next instant, Sword Light flashed, timely rescue arriving.

Who was it?

His spirits lifted.

The Sword Intent was unfamiliar yet sharp. The youthful figure that appeared next made him slightly stunned.

Su Rui did not speak nor linger, directly pursuing the enemy.

"Master, are you alright?" A group of Disciples hurriedly gathered around, their faces filled with anxiety.

"Look at me. Do I seem alright?" Zhang Sanfeng gasped for breath, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Quick, help this old Daoist up!"

Hearing this, everyone rushed forward in a flurry to support Zhang Sanfeng.

"Master, perhaps we should take shelter for now? These people's origins are unknown, each with an imposing aura. They are likely difficult to deal with!" Song Yuanqiao frowned deeply, his eyes full of worry.

"How many times have I told you all to cultivate diligently and train hard? And what was the result? Each of you slacked off and grew complacent. Now, at this critical moment, not a single one of you can be of any real use!" Zhang Sanfeng's tone was slightly stern, his face carrying a hint of displeasure.

Yet he also knew these Disciples of his truly were not extraordinary talents.

The Tai Chi Sword and Tai Chi Fist he had created in his lifetime had been passed down for years, yet no one had truly grasped their essence, learning only superficial forms.

This situation was truly disheartening.

"Yes, it is this Disciple's incompetence... But Master, the urgent matter at hand is to retreat for now.

These people possess astonishing strength. Sending out so many experts at once clearly indicates something unusual behind them. This is definitely not ordinary!" Song Yuanqiao advised in a low voice.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly.

He was also growing suspicious—those people seemed to be at the same Realm as him, but their auras were unstable, their Foundation shallow. It was highly likely they had been forcibly elevated to this Realm by external means.

If a force truly possessed such methods, it would be utterly terrifying.

Not to mention that woman, who could predict his Moves, her methods bizarre and hard to defend against.

However, Su Rui had just intervened. That woman definitely would not escape his grasp.

Perhaps some clues could be gleaned from Su Rui.

"All wudang disciples, descend the mountain immediately. Disperse and seek temporary refuge with our secular followers.

Wudang will need to be rebuilt in the future, but for now, we must get to the bottom of this disturbance!"

"We obey!" The Disciples chorused in acknowledgment, immediately beginning arrangements.

Meanwhile, Su Rui quietly trailed the fleeing woman, his figure concealed like the wind, completely undetected.

Even in her panicked flight, the woman took a wide detour, eventually leaving the Central Plains landmass and heading straight into the depths of the Southern Sea.

Su Rui's eyes flickered.

Previously, from Gui Feng's memories, he had learned that the enemy had a hidden stronghold somewhere in the Southern Sea.

Unfortunately, key details in that memory seemed deliberately erased. He could only confirm the location was in the Southern Sea; the specifics remained blurred.

Now, by tracking this person, he could follow the trail to its source.

If he could wipe out their core combat force in the mortal world in one fell swoop, his plan to control the overall situation would be twice as effective with half the effort.

The woman's speed was far inferior to Su Rui's. She traveled across the sea at full speed for a full day, covering well over ten thousand miles.

Finally, on the horizon where sea met sky, a vast expanse of islands appeared.

"Yao Ling, someone is following you, and you're completely unaware?" A furious roar suddenly erupted. A golden figure shot up from the ground, charging toward Su Rui with a violent momentum!

Fist wind wrapped in dazzling golden light, its power terrifying.

"Not bad. You actually managed to detect me." A trace of surprise flashed in Su Rui's eyes.

The woman called Yao Ling also whirled around, her face pale, her body trembling slightly.

"Wu Chen, be careful! This person is extremely troublesome!"

"Troublesome?" The burly man threw his head back and laughed, "What I love most is fighting the strong!"

Before his words faded, goldenairflow surged around him like flames, his Battle Intent boiling. He was clearly a fierce character addicted to combat.

"Vajra Realm Divine Power? Under normal circumstances, I might spar with you for a few Moves.

Unfortunately, I have no time to play with you today." Su Rui shook his head gently, his tone mild.

His right hand slowly rested on the hilt of the cangfeng sword.

*Clang—*

A clear, melodious sword cry pierced the sky, carrying an almost pleasant tone.

But Wu Chen's face changed drastically; a deadly chill had already locked onto his entire body!

He almost instinctively leaped back violently.

Yao Ling's face was already devoid of color, alarms screaming in her heart—Run! Run now!

A flash of silver light, like the moon breaking through clouds.

Wu Chen's rapidly retreating figure suddenly froze. A line of blood slanted from his right shoulder down to his left waist, splitting open in an instant.

"What... an incredible sword..." He murmured, his words unfinished as his body was cleaved in two, falling into the dust.

The camp below immediately descended into chaos. A group of men and women clad in animal skins or coarse linen screamed in terror, scattering in all directions.

A dilapidated, unfinished pier stood lonely by the shore.

Yao Ling's legs went weak, nearly collapsing to the ground, regretting only that she had not diligently cultivated escape techniques in the past.

Su Rui looked down upon these indigenous people with deep-set eyes and high noses, nodding silently—it seemed these were the original inhabitants of this place, now enslaved and used as others' pawns.

Gazing at Yao Ling's figure receding into the distance, Su Rui's form shifted slightly, following behind her at a deliberate, unhurried pace.