Seeing the sect leader of the Kongtong Sect cupped his fists towards him, Wu Tian also smiled.
He cupped his fists and said, "The Kongtong Sect? I've heard that the Seven Injury Fist of the Kongtong Sect is a profound martial art."
"It's said to injure oneself before injuring others. I wonder how much you've injured yourself with your Seven Injury Fist?"
"Hmph, ignorant fool!" the Kongtong sect leader snorted. "If you want to know the power of my Seven Injury Fist, why don't you try it directly!"
As he spoke, the Kongtong sect leader clenched his right fist tightly, then circulated his internal energy and unleashed a punch towards Wu Tian!
The Seven Injury Fist could be considered a peculiar skill.
Those struck by this fist might not show any immediate signs of serious injury, but as time passed, the force of the Seven Injury Fist would seep into their internal organs.
At that point, life would become worse than death, and the manner of death would be extremely tragic.
This punch, like the Hua Shan Sect's "Splitting Hua Shan," was a move that could not be met head-on. However, Wu Tian still did not take it seriously.
He calmed his breath and stabilized his stance, his lower body incredibly firm. He actually used his chest to forcefully block the punch!
"What?!" The Kongtong sect leader was shocked.
And in the next second, Wu Tian let out a roar, and a surge of fierce internal energy erupted!
The Kongtong sect leader felt as if he had been hit by a truck. He was immediately sent flying, retreating more than ten steps on the ground before he managed to stabilize himself.
He tried to clench his fist again, but all he felt was a piercing pain in his hand!
It was only then that he discovered with horror that all the bones in his right hand were shattered!
"How could this be!" The Kongtong sect leader found it hard to believe.
The Seven Injury Fist was his signature move, yet Wu Tian had taken it so easily. He felt his worldview was being overturned.
At this moment, Wu Tian smiled again and said, "When I was young, I loved reading wuxia novels, and I thought the Seven Injury Fist was very powerful."
"But seeing it with my own eyes today, this so-called Seven Injury Fist is not at all what I imagined. This is truly disappointing."
Wu Tian's sigh pierced the Kongtong sect leader's heart like a sharp needle.
Unable to bear such mockery, he angrily said, "Kid, don't be too arrogant! Take a look at your own situation first!"
"Although you took my attack, the internal force of the Seven Injury Fist has already completely entered your body!"
"Prepare for a slow death in the next week!"
"Is that so?" Wu Tian was still smiling. "Your Seven Injury Fist's internal force is actually no different from poison, and for your petty trick, to be honest, I can resolve it with just my medical skills."
Saying this, a silver needle appeared in Wu Tian's hand.
He inserted the silver needle into his chest, and instantly, wisps of black energy began to emerge from his body.
"This is..." The Kongtong sect leader's expression froze.
Because he knew best in his heart that this black energy was the internal force of the Seven Injury Fist!
But Wu Tian had actually neutralized it with just a silver needle. What kind of medical skill could achieve such a feat!
In an instant, a profound fear surged within him.
He suddenly realized how terrifying the young man before him was.
Perhaps, as Wu Tian had said, this was truly a second Zhang Wuji!
Thinking of this, dense cold sweat broke out on the Kongtong sect leader's back.
He said to the other sect leaders, "Everyone, this child is truly bizarre. I think we should just forget about it."
"A hundred years ago, the Demonic Cult had a Zhang Wuji, and today there's someone like this. This shows that the Demonic Cult should not have been destroyed. I think it's better for us to retreat first!"
Hearing him utter such words, Abbess Miejue could no longer hold back.
She coldly said, "Sect Leader Kongtong, what do you mean by that?"
"As a renowned figure, are you actually intimidated by a junior today?"
The Kongtong sect leader quickly said, "Abbess Miejue, I'm not joking with you."
"This kid is truly bizarre. If we rashly attack again, the consequences could be endless!"
But Abbess Miejue wouldn't listen to him, and she snorted, "It's your business if you dare not confront him, but don't drag us into retreating with you!"
"Today, I want to see how capable this kid is, to the point where even you, the Sect Leader of Kongtong, are hesitant!"
After speaking, Abbess Miejue stopped channeling her internal energy and walked out with her sword.
She looked at Wu Tian with a chilling gaze and said, "Kid, I did underestimate you. I didn't expect even the three great sect leaders to lose to you."
"But with me here today, your arrogance should come to an end!"
Wu Tian smiled and said, "Abbess Miejue, I really don't understand you. Why do you have such deep hatred for the Bright Cult?"
"Leave some room for people, and you'll have a way to meet them again. Why don't you calm down a bit?"
Abbess Miejue said angrily, "What do you, a junior, know? Today, the Demonic Cult must be destroyed, or our Emei Sect will not rest!"
Abbess Miejue did not tell Wu Tian that her hatred for the Bright Cult was entirely due to historical reasons.
Abbess Miejue had hated the Bright Cult to the bone long ago, and this hatred had been passed down through the ages.
It could be said that although Abbess Miejue had died a hundred years ago, her spirit had been inherited by her later disciples.
Abbess Miejue was the one who had been most severely indoctrinated by that spirit. Therefore, after becoming the sect leader, she had given herself such a Dharma name, as a tribute to Abbess Miejue.
Upon hearing her words, Wu Tian simply sighed and said:
"I don't care about historical reasons or not. I only know that if you are determined to consider the current Bright Cult as the Demonic Cult, then you are mistaken."
"Your way of thinking is already a mental illness."
"I think you need a psychologist to treat you now."
Abbess Miejue felt that Wu Tian was insulting her, and immediately shouted, "How dare you insult me!"
"Kid, you have crossed my bottom line!"
"Today, I don't care if you are from the Demonic Cult or not, I will kill you!"
After speaking, Abbess Miejue no longer wanted to say anything more to Wu Tian. She unleashed her powerful internal energy and charged towards Wu Tian!
Wu Tian's eyes also turned cold, and he said, "Kill you? With your abilities, you cannot achieve such a thing."
He suddenly moved, his figure instantly vanishing from his original position.
Everyone only felt a strong aura sweep across the altar.
Immediately after, Wu Tian returned to his original position, and Abbess Miejue also stopped in her tracks.
With a clang, the long sword in her hand immediately dropped to the ground.