This female leader is a little bit stronger

Zhao Shen felt a sharp poke in his heart, and glared at him, "You idiot! What did you say? Say it again if you dare!"

Zhao Heng shouted in frustration, "Grandmaster, I told you that the Tianning Sect defeated the Xuanming Sect. You saw it with your own eyes, and it's a fact you can't deny!"

Zhao Shen felt so upset that he was speechless for a moment.

Zhao Heng continued fearlessly, "Sect Leader Ning is just young, but that doesn't mean she's naive! On the contrary, her mind and vision are as broad as the ocean, attracting rivers to converge. Her Tianning Sect isn't just a place for playing house; it's a real sect! During the competition, you spoke so much to her. Didn't you sense her character?"

Zhao Shen was speechless.

Of course he didn't feel it!

He only felt that the girl was insidious, cunning, wanton, and gangster-like, and had no character at all!

"Heh, she just managed to win one more match by luck. If we play again..."

Zhao Heng said firmly, "No matter how many times we fight, the Tianning Sect will win! Taizu, don't you understand? The disciples of the Tianning Sect regard this place as their home from the bottom of their hearts. That's why they risk their lives to fight for the honor of the sect! With such a determination, can the Xuanming Sect really win?"

Zhao Shen, who couldn't refute it, said: "..."

Sometimes, losing once can be a lifelong pain!

Zhao Taizu sighed, trying to calm his anger. "Don't use this as an excuse! To be honest, the Xuanming Sect is indeed famous in the three northern counties. But looking at the entire Xiuxian Continent, what does the Xuanming Sect count for? It's just a small and insignificant sect! Is defeating the Xuanming Sect something to be proud of? Nothing! I let you practice diligently within the sect so that I can wait for an opportunity to send you to a higher place..."

Zhao Heng said angrily, "Grandmaster, you want me to join the Xuanxian Dao Sect! I know."

"You knew you were going to a place like this?"

"Grandmaster, let's make a bet! Let's bet that in the near future, the Tianning Sect will become the number one sect in the Northern Holy Land, and the Xuanxian Dao Sect will be inferior to it!"

It was like a bolt of thunder striking Zhao Shen's heart, leaving him stunned and wanting to beat someone up!

"You little bastard, you're still dreaming!"

Zhao Heng said seriously, "No, I'm clear-headed. I can see this future. Old Chen must have the same confidence. If you don't believe me, ask him!"

Zhao Shen glared at him and narrowed his old eyes.

Chen Wuyuan shuddered.

No, when you grandparents and grandchildren quarrel, don’t bring in the innocent!

Zhao Heng didn't want to drag his brothers into this, but he really couldn't handle it anymore. "Old Chen, say something!"

Chen Wuyuan coughed softly, "Apart from anything else, Zhao Heng's cultivation has indeed improved greatly."

Zhao Heng was so nervous that he puffed out his chest with pride.

He had never made such a huge progress in all his time in Xuanming Sect!

This is enough to prove that Tianning Sect is a suitable place for cultivation!

But Taizu did not show any favor to him. He asked in a low voice, "Zhao Heng, are you determined to stay here?"

"Yes!"

Hearing this answer, Zhao Shen clenched his fists and stood with his hands behind his back. "Okay, I'll give you a chance. As long as you can withstand three of my punches, I won't interfere with anything you want to do in the future!"

Zhao Heng and Chen Wuyuan beside him widened their eyes at the same time.

Zhao Taizu's fist is known as the Mountain-Splitting Fist. One punch can collapse a mountain. How can a mortal body withstand the power of this punch!

I'm afraid that with just one punch, the person will be crippled!

Zhao Heng trembled with fear, "Grandmaster, will you show mercy?"

Zhao Shen's face was expressionless: "What do you think?"

This obviously means to sacrifice one's own relatives for the sake of justice.

Zhao Heng hesitated for a moment, and between retreating and being tough, he chose to face the challenge.

With a clasp, he clasped his fists together, kowtowed to Zhao Shen, and shouted firmly: "I am your great-great-great-great-grandson Zhao Heng, please teach me, Taizu!"

Then, he jumped up, bent his legs slightly, and poured out 70% of his spiritual power, condensing it into a heavy shield sword, which stood upright in front of him.

Use the sword as a shield for defense.

A flash of inspiration appeared on Zhao Taizu's fist, and he punched out.

A huge explosion suddenly sounded.

Zhao Heng's defensive shield sword shattered with a bang, and the residual force of the Mountain-Splitting Fist hit his chest. He flew backwards and smashed a human-shaped hole on the mountain wall.

Chen Wuyuan's scalp was numb. He ran over quickly and dug the man out of the pit.

"puff--!"

Zhao Heng spat out a large mouthful of blood, his chest ached violently, and he felt as if his internal organs were shattered, and he could barely stand.

Zhao Shen's fist trembled slightly, and he said coldly: "In the first punch, I only used 30% of my strength. In the next punch, I will use 60%. You still want to continue!"

"continue!"

Zhao Heng declined his brother's help, wiped the blood from his mouth, covered his chest and walked back with difficulty, then poured all his spiritual power in front of him, condensing two parallel shield swords!

boom--!

Another punch came, and the two swords shattered at the same time. Zhao Heng fell into the previous pit like a meteor, making the pit twice as large.

Chen Wuyuan dug him out again.

Zhao Heng was vomiting blood crazily, and after taking two punches, he was almost unrecognizable, which was unbearable to watch.

Before Zhao Taizu could speak, Chen Wuyuan took the initiative to step forward and said, "How about I take the third punch for Zhao Heng?"

Zhao Shen sneered, "You? I'm not your father. I don't have the time to lecture you! You'd better stay alive and explain to your old ghost father later!"

Chen Wuyuan once again felt the shadow of the word "father": ...

Zhao Heng patted his brother's shoulder and said, "It's okay, Lao Chen. I'm fine."

Chen Wuyuan didn't think so. He felt that Emperor Taizu Zhao really wanted to beat him to death.

Zhao Heng once again refused Chen Wuyuan's help, leaving a bloody mark with every step, and staggered back to Zhao Shen. "Please, Grand Master...give me a third punch..."

Zhao Shen's face was filled with anger. The golden light on his fist gradually turned into pure black as the power continued to increase. The power was so great that the space around the fist was distorted. "Zhao Heng, I'll give you one more chance. Come back with me!"

If this punch lands, he will die!

Zhao Heng looked at Taizu, slowly closed his eyes, and said firmly: "Please grant me the third punch, Taizu."

"Okay—I'll grant you that."

The sound of breaking air was heard, and a black fist was aimed at Zhao Heng's forehead.

The fist blew past, but suddenly stopped just before it hit.

The black light dissipated, and a white light appeared in Zhao Taizu's hand. He gently flicked Zhao Heng and bounced the white light into his brow.

Zhao Heng's whole body trembled, and his painful expression suddenly relaxed. He sat cross-legged on the ground and actually began to gain enlightenment.

Chen Wuyuan was stunned, and his shock disappeared, turning into a knowing smile.

Not far from them, Ning Ye put away his knife and turned to leave.

After a long time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered here, turning into a spiritual explosion and pouring into Zhao Heng's body. With a click, Zhao Heng broke through the realm barrier and leaped into the Nascent Soul stage.

The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to look around him, and he was surprised to find that Taizu seemed to have aged a bit.

My heart was shocked: "Taizu..."

"Okay, don't say anything. You've grown up and have your own ideas. I can't control you... That's it. I'm leaving. Don't see me off."

Zhao Shen put his hands behind his slightly hunched back, performed a flash step, turned around and left.

In the blink of an eye, you have traveled a long way.

Zhao Heng looked at the lonely figure walking in the sunset, and two lines of tears rolled down his face unexpectedly.