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Many experts were both shocked and furious.
Chu Yang glanced at them coldly, his killing intent sweeping over everyone like a biting cold wind. Among the six masters present, the most skilled in martial arts were none other than Master Kongwen of the Shaolin School and Abbess Miejue, the head of the Emei School.
When faced with this murderous intent, the fear of death caused their bodies to tremble instinctively, completely out of control.
Abbess Miejue gripped the Heaven-Slaying Sword tightly, trying to use it to give herself courage.
"Master, this scholar is very strange. We should be careful..."
Master Kongwen slowly walked to Abbess Miejue's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.
Abbess Miejue turned her head and glanced at him, just in time to see Master Kongwen's hand holding the Zen staff trembling.
Abbess Miejue took a deep breath. "Master, judging from this scholar's age, he should not be any of the Left and Right Envoys of the Demonic Sect, the Four Great Dharma Kings, or the Five Wanderers."
"I hope they don't come with ill intentions." Master Kongwen sighed softly, stepped forward, stared at Chu Yang, and asked, "The Demonic Sect is evil and everyone has the right to kill it. May I ask who you are and why you are getting involved in the conflict between our six major sects and the Demonic Sect?"
Chu Yang did not answer him, and silently walked towards the Ming Cult's main hall, leaving only one sentence before entering.
"If any of you make any move before I come out, I guarantee that none of the six major sects will be able to leave Bright Peak alive."
Upon hearing this, all the experts from the six major sects showed expressions of indignation, and even Master Kongwen, a monk, had a gloomy face.
Who in the world would dare to utter such arrogant words in front of them?
"You little brat, you've got a sharp tongue. Today, your Grandpa Tang will teach you a lesson in manners!"
The five elders of Kongtong had extremely fiery tempers, with Tang Wenliang being the most extreme. He was like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. How could he possibly swallow this insult?
Tang Wenliang assumed a boxing stance and strode towards Chu Yang.
Chu Yang pointed his fingers together as a sword and slashed forward, unleashing an invisible burst of energy that transformed into a powerful strike.
The slash came at an extremely fast speed, and Tang Wenliang couldn't react at all. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly felt dizzy. Looking closely, he found that his body was actually running forward.
His neck and above were bald, and after running only a few steps, blood gushed out like a fountain.
Tang Wenliang's consciousness gradually faded, and his last thought in the world consisted of only four words.
what?
I am dead?
"Junior brother!!!"
Tang Wenliang died, and the other four of the Five Elders of Kongtong were filled with grief and indignation, but none of them dared to step forward.
Such a bizarre death should serve as a cautionary tale.
After all, he's someone who's reached the position of sect leader; even if he's stupid, there's a limit.
The experts from the six major sects watched Chu Yang enter the main hall, and no one dared to make a move, including Abbess Miejue, who was holding the Heaven-Slaying Sword.
It wasn't that she was afraid, but apart from her, all the other disciples of the Emei Sect were lying on the ground. If they angered this guy of unknown origin, their lives would be in danger.
Shaolin and Wudang had similar ideas.
Inside the Ming Cult's main hall, the lights flickered, making visibility extremely poor.
If Chu Yang hadn't had such good eyesight, he probably wouldn't have been able to see the Ming Cult leaders lying on the ground.
Yang Xiao, the Left Envoy of Light; Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King; and the Five Wanderers.
It was a well-known fact that the Ming Cult was divided, and with a major battle imminent, these people still managed to start fighting each other.
At a critical moment in the internal strife, they were ambushed by Cheng Kun, who was hiding in a secret passage, and all of them were seriously injured.
Chu Yang spotted Cheng Kun, who was hiding in a dark corner, ready to pounce.
Yang Xiao and the others thought Chu Yang hadn't seen it and were about to remind him when Chu Yang had already made his move.
Chu Yang stretched out his hand and aimed it at Cheng Kun; a terrifying suction force emanated from his palm.
All things are led by heaven.
Cheng Kun suddenly felt unable to move his body and had a bad feeling. In the blink of an eye, Chu Yang had grabbed his neck.
“Benefactor, I am Yuanzhen of the Shaolin School. I am not an evil person. My master is the Venerable Monk Kongjian.”
In his moment of imminent danger, Cheng Kun hurriedly revealed his sect affiliation, hoping that the unfamiliar master before him would spare him out of respect for Kong Jian's reputation as a member of the Shaolin sect.
But he didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying force came from his neck, extremely decisive.
There was a click.
Chu Yang crushed Cheng Kun's neck and tossed Cheng Kun's body aside like trash.
When Yang Xiao and the others saw Chu Yang kill Cheng Kun, they were overjoyed.
"Good riddance! Good riddance! This scoundrel killed our Leader Yang, he deserved to die like this, heaven truly has eyes!"
"Even if my Ming Cult is destroyed today, I can at least give an account to my leader in the afterlife!"
"Hahaha!!!"
Zhou Dian, one of the Five Wanderers, burst into laughter, and the others, infected by his laughter, also started to laugh.
"Brother Zhou is right. It is Yang Xiao's good fortune to be able to go to the Yellow Springs with you all today."
With a smile in his eyes, Yang Xiao set aside his airs as acting leader and spoke from the bottom of his heart.
In just a few words, the grudges that had accumulated within the Ming Cult for many years seemed to vanish in an instant.
"Are you finished talking?" Chu Yang asked coldly, getting straight to the point: "Where are Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu?"
Several people's expressions changed.
Yang Xiao sighed deeply, "I never expected that my daughter's momentary soft-heartedness in saving those two would cause such a huge trouble for our sect. I, Yang Xiao, have failed the Ming Cult and my brothers."
“You have saved our lives. If you only want the Nine Yin Manual, I can get it for you. But if you are after those two, I am afraid I cannot comply.”
Even in dire straits, Yang Xiao maintained his composure and replied to Chu Yang with neither arrogance nor servility.
The reason Yang Xiao acted this way was because Li Mochou had first saved Yang Buhui during the conflict between the Ming Cult and the Six Major Sects, and then Yang Buhui repaid the favor by using the power of the Ming Cult to save the two of them.
Yang Xiao's attitude relieved Chu Yang, at least proving that Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu were not in danger here.
"Chu Yang here expresses his gratitude to the Ming Cult on behalf of my two friends."
Chu Yang bowed to Yang Xiao in thanks, then stepped forward and placed his hand on Yang Xiao's shoulder.
As Yang Xiao slumped to the ground, he instinctively tried to resist, but he felt a warm current flowing through his limbs and bones, and his internal injuries were healing at an astonishing speed.
A few breaths later, Yang Xiao stood up. His blood and qi flowed smoothly without any stagnation, and he felt completely comfortable.
Yang Xiao looked at Chu Yang with surprise and delight.
Chu Yang smiled and said, "Left Envoy Yang, could you allow me to meet them?"
If Chu Yang is an enemy and not a friend, there is no need to heal his injuries. Once Yang Xiao understood this, he immediately replied, "Young Master Chu, please wait a moment. I will have my daughter bring them out."
During this time, Chu Yang also cured Wu Sanren and Wei Yixiao.
Wow~~~
The sound of chains sliding on the ground could be heard.
Yang Xiao reappeared in the main hall, followed by a group of girls.
He had a daughter named Yang Buhui, and also an ugly girl whose hands and feet were shackled.
Behind the two was Li Mochou, who was tightly embracing Xiaolongnu.
Li Mochou's delicate features, with her willow-leaf eyebrows and bright eyes, and her fair and frost-like face, were marred by several hideous scars, making her awe-inspiring to behold.
Li Mochou was disfigured.
Chu Yang sighed inwardly.
Although the girl was impulsive and had several conflicts with him, she was ultimately trying to protect the people around her.
Protect the elderly Granny Sun, and protect the young Little Dragon Girl.
As the eldest disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect, Li Mochou, who was younger than Huang Rong, bore a heavy responsibility that was difficult for someone her age to bear.
Chu Yang didn't dislike her; in fact, he admired her courage.
The scars on Li Mochou's face are proof of her efforts to protect Xiaolongnu.
"Mr. Chu..."
Li Mochou remembered that Granny Sun had told her before she died that she must find the man in front of her, so she desperately fled this way with Xiaolongnu.
It was only because I vaguely heard Mu Nianci mention that they were going to Mongolia.
The moment Li Mochou actually saw Chu Yang, the mental defenses she had painstakingly built up crumbled.
A girl not yet fifteen years old stood there helplessly, holding a girl even younger than herself, and wailed loudly.
“Mr. Chu, it’s all my fault! I accidentally revealed that the Nine Yin Manual was hidden in the ancient tomb, and I’m the one who killed Granny Sun.”
"Grandma Sun and you both clearly warned me not to tell..."
As if trying to release all the pent-up emotions in her heart, Li Mochou cried very hard, and was a little out of breath.
Little Dragon Girl wiped away Li Mochou's tears with her hand, making childish "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds.
Chu Yang noticed something strange about her voice, so he went over to check and discovered that Xiaolongnu's throat had been poisoned.