"Eh!
Little girl, you actually recognize this old man.
That's even better. Hand it over obediently. "
Song Zhong was in his fifties. He was dressed in black, but there was a small silver sword embroidered on his chest.
This was the symbol of a Black-Robed Sect Elder.
"Dream on. Our Tai Ah Sword Sect obtained it first."
The white-dressed woman could already stand, but she still grabbed onto Zhang Xing's empty right sleeve.
"Heh heh!
It doesn't matter who obtained it first. I'm going to get it from you now. "
Song Zhong had a mocking expression, but there was a hint of excitement.
According to reliable sources, four Tai Ah Sword Sect disciples had obtained a treasure map.
This map was where a Netherpassage Realm senior entered seclusion.
There were countless treasures inside, as well as many high-grade cultivation technique manuals. There was also a sword manual left behind by this senior.
If anyone could learn his sword art, it would only be a matter of time before they unified the southern sword sects.
"Oh, right. You were the one who killed my Black-Robed Sect disciples, right?"
Song Zhong turned his gaze to Zhang Xing.
These two juniors were fish on the chopping board in his hands. He could slaughter them whenever he wanted. There was no hurry.
"Yes!"
Zhang Xing clenched his fists and said only one word.
He felt a heavy pressure from the elder.
If he did not resist with all his might, he would have knelt down.
This was also a deliberate act by the elder.
However, after such a long time, Zhang Xing still hadn't knelt down. The elder was somewhat surprised.
As he spoke, he exerted more pressure.
The mountain rock beneath Zhang Xing's feet had already cracked, but he was still bitterly holding on.
"You have quite the perseverance. Let's see how long you can last!"
The elder snorted coldly as he spoke.
Crack!
The mountain rock beneath Zhang Xing's feet shattered, and his left foot sank into it.
"Kneel!"
The elder shouted again, and his aura increased by eighty percent.
Crack!
Zhang Xing gritted his teeth as his slightly limping right foot sank into the ground.
However, his knees never bent.
The old man felt that he had lost face.
He was a Marrow Cleansing realm warrior, but he couldn't even force a late-stage Connate realm junior to kneel.
If this were to spread out, he would definitely be laughed at by the other elders.
"Looks like you're forcing this old man to make a move!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
Boom!
Zhang Xing felt a powerful force hit his chest.
His entire body shuddered, and his blood and Qi churned.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was locked onto by the old man's aura and had no strength to fight back.
Whoosh!
The white-clothed woman was also blown away by the old man's strong wind. Even Zhang Xing's sleeve was torn apart.
"Eh?
Your bones are quite tough. An ordinary late-stage Xiantian martial artist would have been sent flying by my palm strike. You are quite strong. "
"Let's see how long you can last."
As he spoke, he sent out another palm strike.
Boom!
This time, Zhang Xing couldn't hold on any longer. His body flew up in an instant, and with a plop, he fell more than thirty meters away and hit his head on a rock.
Huala!
The mountain rocks were smashed into pieces.
The old man sneered and looked away from the motionless Zhang Xing.
Just as he was about to reach out to grab the white-clothed woman …
Crack!
Suddenly, a sound came from afar.
The old man turned his head to look.
He saw Zhang Xing stand up shakily.
The old man was taken aback. He didn't die?
A strike with ninety percent of his strength couldn't kill a late-stage Connate realm junior?
The old man was a little angry.
His figure flashed and quickly arrived in front of Zhang Xing.
"If this old man's palm doesn't kill you, then I'll consider it as your life isn't destined to end. This old man will let you live."
With that said, he twisted his right wrist.
Whoosh!
The fist-sized rocks on the ground spun.
He abruptly raised his palm and slammed it down on Zhang Xing's head.