The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 202: The six major sects are here? Serve tea quickly.
In the mountains and forests, the wind blows the trees and the leaves rustle.

The ground at the entrance of the secret passage was in a mess with cracked rocks and broken trees.

Xie Xun stood on the grass, looking at Cheng Kun three meters away, and spit out a column of blood towards the sky, scattering the fragments of his internal organs and broken white bones on the ground around him.
Watching Cheng Kun collapse to the ground, completely losing the last breath in his body.
He wanted to roar to the sky, but his chest was empty and he couldn't make a sound; he wanted to cry out, but he felt that he had no tears to shed.

Pfft!
Sitting on the ground, Xie Xun looked at his master's body blankly, then slowly raised his head and looked towards the sky.

The sky is blue and the sun is shining brightly.
This scene continues day after day, year after year, without changing from time to time!

"Am I going to die from exhaustion?!"

Feeling the Nine Yang Qi in his body surging and rolling on the edge of deflation, ready to burst out and completely out of his control, Xie Xun simply gave up, leaned back and lay on the grass.

"Revenge has been taken, so let me die."

"It's just a pity that I can't fight on the battlefield with the leader."

This hidden forest became quiet, but Guangmingding was bustling with activity.

When those Ming Cult members who were chasing the retreating climbed up to the top of Bright Summit, they looked at the grand scene before them and stopped involuntarily, standing there in a daze.

Even the two noisy Huashan elders, when they saw the scene in front of them, their faces changed drastically and they shut their stinky mouths obediently.

In the open square, there were tens of thousands of people lined up in neat rows. Each of them had a strong build and stared at them with murderous intent.

Three thousand white-robed followers
Five Elements and Five Colors Flag
Four Gates of Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder
The three camps were clearly divided. In each camp, every person, from top to bottom, inside to outside, and even every face and every look, was radiating powerful and confident light.

When everyone's confident gazes came together, it turned into overwhelming solemnity and pressure, weighing heavily on those who had just climbed up the mountain.

At the front of a team of over ten thousand people, a young figure sat upright on a simple armchair, wearing a tall crown, a fluttering white robe, and a calm and peaceful look.

Behind him stood the three Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult, the Five Scattered People, the Five Elements Flag Bearers, the Four Sect Leaders of Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder, and a group of other figures.

In the back, there are hundreds of masters with stern auras and sharp eyes.
Whoever sees such a grand scene will be frightened three points at first, then restrained by five points, and finally only have two points of courage left to stand there, not letting their legs tremble, not letting themselves turn around and run away.

At this moment, the righteous martial artists who had first climbed the mountain were all terrified and cowered. The heroic spirit that they had before, and the illusion that the followers of the Demon Cult were nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs, were all gone at this moment, not a single thing remained.

Even the two elders of Huashan were worried and secretly said, "It's bad! It's bad! The demon sect's brats are well prepared. We may have been ambushed!"

However, along with the real main forces of the six major sects, they climbed to the top of Guangming Peak one after another.
When large groups of masters from Shaolin Temple, Wudang Sect, Emei Sect, Huashan Sect, Kunlun Sect, Kongtong Sect and other sects appeared one by one on the square of Guangmingding, the fear and panic in everyone's hearts were gradually dispelled, and finally they regained the confidence to fight a big battle with the Demon Sect.

When the enemy is numerous and powerful, we can only fight against them if we also have a large number of people.

In fact, facing the demon cult army in the square and the Ming cult leader who was ready to fight, the six major sects were also shocked and became alert.

This time they came with the purpose of besieging Guangmingding and exterminating the members of the Demon Cult.

Now, this kind of blatant confrontation not only exceeded their expectations, but the large number of people in the Demon Cult also made them feel heavy pressure.

Except for a few people with profound Qi-cultivation skills, many people's faces became tense.

The leaders of the six major sects and the heads of the eighteen gangs gathered in front of the team to discuss the current situation.

"This demonic cult has changed a lot since it had a new leader."

"They are ready for war. Should we just attack them?"

"Don't be impulsive. The leader of the Demon Cult has been prepared. Who knows what traps and tricks he has set for us."

"That's right, we must not act rashly, or we will fall into a trap."

"Hmph, what should we do now?"

"Let's see what the Demon Cult leader has planned!"

If they had rushed all the way up from the foot of the mountain during the siege of Guangmingding, it would have been like a spark that would have quickly turned into a raging fire. The troops on both sides would have killed each other like crazy, their eyes red with blood, and as more and more companions on both sides were killed, their hatred for each other would have grown deeper and deeper.

The killing continued until the end, and they simply could not stop, with the sole intention of annihilating the opponent and fighting to the death.
In the midst of a blood-thirsty rush to the top of Guangmingding, even if they encounter such a battle, some people will be unable to hold back and rush forward.
Only when one side is defeated or clearly at a disadvantage will they collapse and flee.
But everything that has happened so far has exceeded the expectations of everyone in the six major sects.

The followers of the Ming Cult gave up resistance from the very beginning and kept retreating, which caused a huge psychological gap for the people from the six major sects who were on edge and ready to rush up the mountain and kill indiscriminately.

The feeling of trying their best but to no avail made their high morale plummet.

Later, as they made their way up the mountain, the Ming Cult members retreated again and again. Except for those who were at the front, their morale was still high. However, the morale of the people from the six major sects who were walking behind was getting lower and lower.

By the time they reached Guangmingding, everyone's mood had calmed down a lot.

The strategy formulated by Xu Xingchen applied the famous saying in the art of war: "The first attack is the best, the second will be weaker, and the third will be exhausted."

As long as they don't start fighting as soon as they meet, and as long as the bad guys in the six major sects and eighteen gangs don't find an opportunity to ignite the war, Xu Xingchen will be able to control the battle to encircle and suppress Guangmingding within a certain range.

When a person is full of anger and wants to fight someone, no matter what you say, no matter how reasonable it is, he will not listen.

Only when people are calm and peaceful can they present facts, reason and discuss everything.
This was Xu Xingchen's plan. At the same time, he was strong enough to deal with any emergency and force the people from the six major sects and eighteen gangs to sit down and have a good talk.

So, while the people from the six major sects and eighteen gangs were still discussing countermeasures.

On this side, the White-browed Eagle King strode out, clasped his fists towards the other party, and said loudly: "My leader said that all the leaders are guests from afar, and we in the Ming Cult cannot neglect our distinguished guests, so I would like to invite all the leaders to sit down and have a rest. By the way, have a sip of tea to moisten your throat."

Under the astonished gazes of the six major sects and eighteen gangs, the White-browed Eagle King waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Make room for the guests and invite them to take their seats!"

"As ordered!"

Accompanied by earth-shaking roars, the Ming Cult members on the right side of the square began to move rapidly to the left, and with the sound of rumbling footsteps, they arrived at the team behind Xu Xingchen.

On the empty square on the right, many tables, chairs and benches suddenly appeared, arranged neatly, with teapots and stacks of ceramic bowls placed on them.
A faint white vapor rose from the spout of the teapot, and the table, dishes and bowls were all wiped clean, bright and shiny.

Previously, these tables, chairs, benches, teapots and tea sets were blocked by the figures of the Ming Cult members and could not be seen by the public.

Now that they have been revealed and are still so clean and tidy, we can tell that the Ming Cult followers put a lot of thought into placing these things.

We were originally there to kill someone, but we were treated with great respect and kindness.
This reaction from the Ming Cult really confused the people from the six major sects and eighteen gangs.

If they said that the Demon Cult was afraid of them and wanted to use a flattering attitude to beg them to spare their lives, they could understand such a reaction.

But the other party is obviously very powerful, with many experts, not only not inferior to himself and others, but also looks like he is much better.
Under such circumstances, if they were treated in this way, everyone would understand that the Ming Cult was not afraid of begging for mercy, but was giving them face and sincerely entertaining them.
Faced with this kind of scene, people from the six major sects and eighteen gangs looked at each other in bewilderment. For a moment, no one was able to speak.

Except for a few people who had deep hatred for the Ming Cult, many people actually felt guilty at this moment, wondering if they had gone too far by coming all the way to the Ming Cult's territory and going up the mountain to encircle and suppress the Ming Cult.
"Amitabha!"

A loud Buddhist chant broke the silence in the square.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Kongwen, walked forward with his Zen stick and stood three feet away from the White-browed Eagle King.

He put his hand in front of his chest and said in a strong voice, "White-browed Eagle King, what do you mean by this?"

In this situation, as the leader of a sect in the martial arts world and one of the leading figures who came this time, he had to speak out.

The White-browed Eagle King clasped his fists and said seriously: "Master Kongwen, isn't this obvious? You are all guests from afar, and we in the Ming Cult cannot lose our etiquette, so we would like to invite you to take a seat and rest for a while."

"Humph, you people in the Demon Sect are cunning and scheming, how could you have such good intentions?"

The white-haired Nun Miejue, dragging a light sleeve, came to the side of the Shaolin abbot. She glanced coldly at the White-browed Eagle King and the young figure who had chopped off one of her arms not far away. She asked in a cold voice: "You should know that we came here this time to wipe out you evil cult thieves."

The White-browed Eagle King laughed loudly twice, then his face darkened: "Extinction, please stop joking."

"Our Ming Cult has been passed down for hundreds of years and has experienced countless life-and-death crises, which have not disappeared until now. It can be seen that the destiny is in our Ming Cult."

(End of this chapter)