Chapter 535: Register of the Martial World (1)
The Head Master of Wudang.
He had always been as taciturn as the green ridges that surrounded his sect.
Not by blood, but by inheritance of the immortal energy flowing from Mount Wudang itself.
All of them had grown up drinking in the quiet clouds blanketing the mountain slopes, and just living along the timeless current of such life made them worthy of being called immortals.
Their martial arts were beyond measure, even among the masters of the world. Their temperament, even more unfathomable.
That was the common perception of Wudang's Head Masters—and the undeniable truth. For an unfathomably long time, they had been revered as supreme beings cloaked in pristine white mist.
Hyun Gong Zhenin had once been no different.
Until he slipped silently into the madness of possession.
He could no longer be called a Zhenin, a True One. Everyone in the arena knew it.
Right now, while the Maddened Dream Demon pinned to the ground with a sword through his ribs groaned in unbearable agony, Hyun Gong Zhenin looked between the burning Taiji of blue flame encircling him and the disciple who had driven him to the brink of death.
Elder Nodosan’s face was stricken with disbelief.
GRAAAAAAH!