C360 Who Is the Clown?(1)

Woo Zhengyang was caught between laughter and frustration; Zhang Tia was truly a piece of work. It seemed the Fallen Sun Country had surrounded the three sects, throwing the Profound Heaven Sect into chaos. Zhang Tia was unaware of Woo Zhengyang's performance at the Heavenly Martial Dao Discussing Great Association; otherwise, he wouldn't be trying to threaten Woo with just a few Heaven Shaking Thunder Beads.

"You're just a clown. Stop waving that broken bead around. A measly Heaven Shaking Thunder Bead can't threaten a genius like Woo Zhengyang, who's mastered both Qi Refining and Body Tempering, and possesses the Ice Crystal Fire Body."

While Woo Zhengyang was still pondering how to deal with Zhang Tia, a voice suddenly emerged from the dense forest.

"Mastered both Qi Refining and Body Tempering? Possesses the Ice Crystal Fire Body? That's impossible!" Upon hearing the voice, Zhang Tia's sneer froze, and he looked at Woo Zhengyang with utter shock.

Woo Zhengyang, however, had no interest in proving anything to Zhang Tia. He turned toward the direction of the voice.

It was an elderly man who appeared to be in his fifties, with a gaunt face lined with wrinkles, looking like any ordinary senior. But Woo Zhengyang knew this man was anything but ordinary. To appear so silently, without Woo even noticing, meant his skills were incredibly advanced, at least at the Shape Gathering Stage.

"Who are you?" Woo Zhengyang asked.

Just as he spoke, Zhang Tia suddenly made a move behind him.

The Heaven Shaking Thunder Bead in his hand was activated and hurled toward Woo Zhengyang, as he quickly retreated. Regardless of whether the old man's words were true or not, he had no intention of staying any longer. He could tell the old man's abilities were definitely not low.

For an average martial artist, the Heaven Shaking Thunder Bead was a formidable weapon, but for Woo Zhengyang, its threat was minimal. Otherwise, he wouldn't have entrusted his back to Zhang Tia. Golden Body Protecting Astral Qi ignited, enhanced by the Profound Heaven Fire Power, enveloping Woo Zhengyang in a red glow.

With a swift motion, Woo Zhengyang deflected the exploding Heaven Shaking Thunder Bead in mid-air. Not only was he unharmed, but even his clothes remained intact, thanks to the protective qi, let alone his hands shielded by the Profound Heavy Gathering Silk Gloves.

"Boom..."

The scorching energy dispersed, yet Woo Zhengyang swiftly moved through it, employing the Floating Light Step technique, and soon appeared behind Zhang Tia.

"Please, don't kill me..."

At this moment, Woo Zhengyang seemed engulfed in flames, like a fiery deity descending to incinerate everything. Zhang Tia was utterly stunned by Woo Zhengyang's actions. He had never witnessed such prowess. The Heaven Shaking Thunder Bead exploded at such close range, yet Woo Zhengyang emerged unscathed. Even an expert at the Shape Gathering Stage would struggle to remain so composed!

"Hmph!" Woo Zhengyang let out a cold snort at Zhang Tia's plea for mercy, responding with a powerful punch.

Even as Zhang Tia begged, he wasn't idle; he drew a treasured sword and swung it at Woo Zhengyang.

"Bang..."

The high-quality sword shattered instantly under Woo Zhengyang's punch.

Then, Woo Zhengyang's fist landed squarely on Zhang Tia's face. With the added force of the Profound Heaven Fire Power, Zhang Tia's cheek didn't even have time to swell before it was scorched.

"Ah..."

Zhang Tia screamed, trying to escape, but found his energy uncontrollably rushing to his head. Woo Zhengyang's fist seemed like a magnet, holding him in place, the heat making his brain feel like it was boiling.

Woo Zhengyang had held back; he didn't want Zhang Tia dead, so he controlled the Profound Heaven Fire Power, using only the Profound Heavy Power. Otherwise, Zhang Tia would have been knocked out, if not worse.

Continuing with the Profound Heavy Power, Woo Zhengyang's hand shifted from a fist to a grip, seizing Zhang Tia by the back of the neck and lifting him off the ground.

"Thud..."

"Thud..."

The ground shook as Woo Zhengyang slammed Zhang Tia down like a sandbag. After a few hits, Zhang Tia was severely injured, his body feeling like it was falling apart, and Woo Zhengyang casually tossed him aside.

From start to finish, Zhang Tia didn't make a sound after his initial scream.

"Good, decisive action. That's my kind of style," the old man behind him observed coldly, watching everything unfold. Only after Woo Zhengyang tossed Zhang Tia aside did he speak up with a smile.

"You still haven't told me who you are," Zhengyang turned and said.

"Who I am isn't important. What's important is why I'm here."

"And why are you here?"

"Like that clown earlier, I'm here for the secret you carry."

"Aren't you worried you might be just another clown yourself?"

"Worried? Maybe... but even if I am a clown, I'm a pretty powerful one. Like that other clown said, the noise here has probably attracted attention. Hand over your secret, and I'll pretend I never saw you. If you don't, I'll keep you occupied until others arrive, and I'll surely get a reward from the Fallen Sun Sect."

As the old man spoke, he waved his hand, and a giant hand of vital spirit appeared out of thin air. He was demonstrating his power, at least at the mid-stage of the Shape Gathering Stage.

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