Arhats Subduing Demons: Starting with The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Chapter 106 Neither Real nor False, Neither Immortal nor Buddha

This one spectacular secret performance of subduing the dragon and demons has already seen the sun set and the moon rise. Yun Changkong imagined the Dragon King dancing and singing, truly displaying the demeanor of a wild warrior, completely oblivious to the gentle coolness that permeated the mountains and forests.

Are you coming or not?

When the time for enlightenment arrived, Chang Kong's voice was very calm.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King bit his lip and said, "I'm leaving!"

Chang Kong frowned and said, "Then let's go!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King snorted, and just as he took a step, his legs suddenly gave way, and he nearly fell.
Yun Changkong quickly helped him up and asked, "What's wrong?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King glanced at him and sneered, "Hero Yun, you're quite something! Why don't you use that same energy on that Mongolian princess?"

Yun Changkong's handsome face flushed, he coughed and said, "I'll carry you on my back!" He then squatted down.

It should be noted that although Zhao Min had also practiced martial arts since childhood, how could a delicate girl like her withstand such a brutal scene as Yun Changkong?

Although she was bright and beautiful, she was still too young and inexperienced. It was inevitable that Chang Kong would feel a sense of tenderness towards such a young girl, and could only take a small taste, not daring to indulge himself.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King is the most charming and captivating, possessing unparalleled martial arts skills. Only someone like her can truly enable Chang Kong to unleash the full potential of the "Dragon Subduing and Demon-Subduing Divine Skill".

Therefore, even with her profound inner strength, the Purple-Robed Dragon King could not withstand it. She had just felt her legs go weak and she couldn't muster any strength, otherwise she wouldn't have almost fallen.

Seeing Yun Changkong's back to her, the Purple-Robed Dragon King was both surprised and delighted. As martial arts masters are most afraid of exposing their backs to others, she gently lay down on Changkong's back.

Yun Changkong carried her down the mountain. The Purple-Robed Dragon King, smelling the masculine scent emanating from him, couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion; perhaps his homeland was not necessarily better than this foreign land.

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but think of Xiao Zhao.

As a mother, it is already embarrassing to find a new lover in front of her children, let alone when she is interested in this person.

This made it impossible for her to tell Chang Kong the truth, for fear that he would look down on the mother and daughter. The bitterness and complexity in her heart were truly indescribable.

After a long pause, the Purple-Robed Dragon King bit his cherry lips and said, "Chang Kong..."

Yun Changkong interjected, "If you still insist on leaving, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

Upon hearing this, the Purple-Robed Dragon King blushed and felt hot all over.

The fierce battle she had just witnessed still left her with lingering fear.

At times, she felt it would be better to die, but her will was strong. Several times she became delirious, as if her soul had left her body, floating aimlessly in mid-air. Several times she struggled to regain her senses, as if under the rising sun, her cold flesh and blood melted into a wisp of smoke, ethereal and otherworldly. The bittersweetness of that experience was indescribable.

It should be noted that the Purple-Robed Dragon King and Han Qianye have been married for many years, but they have not had many intimate relations.

This was because she had damaged her lungs in the cold pool in the past, and had been coughing incessantly. With this ailment, no one could muster any interest.

She herself didn't like it, and Han Qianye couldn't bear to see his wife suffer. It wasn't until Yun Changkong absorbed her cold poison with the Arhat Subduing Demon True Qi that she truly enjoyed the pleasures of sex.

Thinking of this, and of Yun Changkong's infatuation and lust for him, the Purple-Robed Dragon King felt both hatred and joy. He reached up and brushed the stray hairs from his forehead, saying, "I just don't understand. I'm not young anymore, and you're in the prime of your youth. Why are you so infatuated with me!"

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "Would you believe me if I said I was born with knowledge?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King pursed his lips and said, "The Buddhists say that one flower is a world, and one leaf is a Bodhi tree. At your age, to have the mindset and cultivation to take fame and fortune lightly, perhaps that is truly the case."

Chang Kong nodded and said, "It's not 'maybe,' it's true."

You look like Sister Xiao Zhao, only in your early twenties. I, on the other hand, look twenty, but considering my two lifetimes, I'm well past forty or fifty. That's why I feel so comfortable and at ease when I'm with you.

Yun Changkong was not lying.

He is a time traveler; this is an unsolved mystery.

He studied Buddhist scriptures in depth, and found great truth in the idea that everything is like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, and a shadow, that everything in the world is like a dream, neither real nor false.

So, one could say that one's own time travel could be considered a parallel universe.

Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo both seem to be pure and virtuous women, but in other worlds, they have been taken advantage of by the original protagonists and countless time travelers. Who can know the truth?
The plot development matched what he knew, so it wasn't fake. Therefore, he didn't care about that. Compared to them, the Purple-Robed Dragon King was even more innocent.

Because of her high level of martial arts skills and broad knowledge, she is not easy to obtain.

Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo are figures that any time traveler who knows anything about them could easily defeat if they wanted to.

For someone like Yu Yunchangkong, who is determined to do what others cannot, this is nothing to be proud of.

Because there is no sense of accomplishment.

Even without him, Zhao Min would still choose Zhang Wuji.

Even with Zhang Wuji around, the Purple-Robed Dragon King still wouldn't choose him!
Furthermore, being with the Purple-Robed Dragon King allows Yun Changkong to be completely open and honest, without worrying about what she might think of him.

There's no need to worry that she might one day become your weakness.

Because of her exceptional martial arts skills, very few people in the world could subdue her.

Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo, on the other hand, seem to be quite skilled in martial arts and can be easily subdued by anyone, yet they are extremely eye-catching, which often puts Yun Changkong under great pressure.

Throughout the journey, he kept thinking about how to improve Zhao Min's martial arts skills, and that was the reason.

At this moment, Zhao Min seems to be with him, but in reality, her feelings for her parents are another ordeal.

With Yun Changkong and the Purple-Robed Dragon King together, he didn't have to worry about any of these troublesome things.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King was unaware of Yun Changkong's thoughts, but upon hearing this, his body trembled violently. He sniffed, his eyes reddened, and he reached out to stroke Yun Changkong's face.

However, she pulled her hand back from her ear, gently rested her head on Chang Kong's back, and said, "You treat me very well, I know that, you don't need to comfort me like this."

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "I'm not trying to comfort you. I've said it before: from the first time I learned of your name, Purple-Robed Dragon King, I've had this thought that it would be wonderful to have you as my wife. And that's not a lie."

Until I saw you with my own eyes, your features so beautifully sculpted, your hair flowing in the wind, the moment you loosened your clothes, you were like Chang'e in the celestial palace, so white and radiant, dazzling to all. Ah, I felt that I came here for you.

Yun Changkong's words were absolutely true. The Purple-Robed Dragon King was indeed very beautiful. Her skin was as smooth as cream and radiant. Not to mention, her pair of long, slender legs and breasts were truly smooth and new, as if they were carved from white jade.

This kind of person must have been truly appreciated by Nuwa. Yun Changkong, being just an ordinary mortal, naturally couldn't resist.

Despite her age, she seems untouched by time. Coupled with her profound inner strength and high martial arts skills, she can withstand anything Yun Changkong does.

What man wouldn't like a woman like that?

Zhao Min is absolutely out of the question!
Between men and women, so-called deep affection is basically a castle in the air without this element.

Hearing his blunt words, the Purple-Robed Dragon King's face turned red and then white, then red again. He pouted and sneered, "You're talking nonsense again. Since I'm so good, can you give up that Mongolian princess?"

Chang Kong laughed and said, "I'm a rather greedy person. If you want it, she wants it too."

"Greedy?" The Purple-Robed Dragon King snorted and said, "Then why don't you take over the Beggars' Sect and bestow favors upon the Ming Cult? When you have great power, drive out the Mongols, and you can have as many women as you want."

Chang Kong burst into laughter.

"why are you laughing?"

Chang Kong declined to elaborate, saying instead, "Don't you think that Minmin and I are actually the same as you and Brother Han?"

These words came as abrupt surprise, and the Purple-Robed Dragon King frowned, asking, "What?"

Chang Kong sighed, “She is just as proud and arrogant as you, witty and intelligent, and dares to love and hate! You were willing to give up your family mission for Brother Han, and she was also willing to break with her family and the court, giving up all power and wealth.”

You are decisive and ruthless, and your actions are swift and efficient, but isn't she just the same?

Yet she gave her tenderness, charm, and jealousy as a young girl, without any pretense, to the person she loved. The pride in your personalities and the extreme love and hate are extremely charming.

If Xiao Zhao looks exactly like you, then so does her personality. That's why I like you, not just pretty women.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King was stunned for a long time before saying, "Yes, that's right. So you betrayed your father's expectations for her sake."

Chang Kong laughed and said, "This is not betrayal. In fact, I don't care about whether people, not just my father, or the world as a whole, think well of me."

Those who speak well of me do so simply because I can bring them the benefits or fame they desire. Those who speak ill of me do so only because my behavior does not meet their expectations or satisfy their needs.

If one insists on maintaining the image of a filial son and virtuous grandson, one must suppress one's true self. Suppressing oneself temporarily is not something I cannot do; out of consideration for the bond between father and son, I am willing to do so.

But whether it's his expectations or other people's evaluations, they all project their own values ​​onto me.

No matter what I do, it's not the real me.

Everything can only be done once, not twice. If I always listen to them, I will be stifling my own vitality and gradually losing true freedom. I don't want to live like that.

If people knew about you and me, there would surely be idle people who would think that you are a widow and I am a young talent, and that we are not a good match for each other.

No matter how arrogant they are, I'll just ignore them!

What am I, Yun Changkong, anyway?

I'm neither Buddha, nor immortal, nor demon; I'm just an ordinary person who got lucky. It's my blessing that my sister can open her heart to me and not look down on me. What others think of me is insignificant.

Upon hearing this, the Purple-Robed Dragon King was somewhat confused and infatuated. He gently breathed on the man's neck and said, "I know I've fallen for your trick again, but I really don't want to leave. Do you really want me to stay?"

Chang Kong carried her limp body on his back, hooking his arms around her legs. Even through layers of clothing, he could feel her skin, smooth and soft as silk, and as lustrous as porcelain. He said, "Without a doubt! Little Dragon King, do you like me?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King couldn't help but reach out and pinch his neck: "What did you call me?"

Chang Kong laughed and said, "You can fly through the sky and dive into the sea, so you're a dragon, and a proud one at that. I like that very much. But your abilities aren't limited to playing music with a sword, are they?"

Upon hearing this, the Dragon King snorted coldly and said, "Of course, I only did not have a pipa in my hand, otherwise why would I use a sword? Don't think that only Chinese women understand music, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Upon hearing her say this, Yun Changkong's playful nature was aroused.
"Really?" Even though Yun Changkong knew that wasn't what she meant, he still got excited and said, "You're not lying to me?" As he spoke, he flipped the Purple-Robed Dragon King over and hugged him in his arms: "I've been wanting to die for this day."

Suddenly, the Purple-Robed Dragon King stared blankly at the sky, his clear eyes flashing with tears, and two lines of clear tears flowed down his cheeks.

Chang Kong said urgently, "I won't force you if you don't want to. Don't cry." He quickly wiped away her tears.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King smiled sadly and said, "I was indeed saddened at first by what happened on the banks of the Han River, but upon reflection, life is but a hundred years, and few live to seventy. The living cannot be burdened by the dead, and the present cannot be burdened by yesterday. So I have come to understand. Do you think anyone is worthy of making the Purple-Robed Dragon King act on his words?"

Chang Kong listened to her sing, understood the meaning of the lyrics, and, showing his wisdom, said, "Yes, a hundred years from now, who will still be alive? Will they really be enjoying themselves for a single day, or taking advantage of the moment?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King sneered, "But I won't allow you to humiliate me?"

Chang Kong smiled bitterly, "So you think I'm humiliating you? That's just marital affection!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King snorted and gritted his teeth, saying, "Marital love? You think I'd listen to your nonsense? Fine, if that's the case, why don't you do the same for me?"

Yun Changkong's blood rushed to his head, and he exclaimed, "Great!" He immediately looked around, searching for a secluded place.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King suddenly reached out and punched him on the shoulder, spitting out, "Shameless! I don't care! Hurry up and get down the mountain, Xiao Zhao and the others are waiting!"

Yun Changkong thought to himself, "You think you can take me down? Today I'll teach you a lesson for your arrogance."

He knew that the Purple-Robed Dragon King was a proud and arrogant woman who would never do such intimate things, but the more unwilling she was, the more excited and eager Yun Changkong became.

He came after Han Qianye, so he had to take the lead.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King had a cough before, so he could never do such a thing, but now he had no choice. He shook his head and said, "Let me tell you, now that I, Yun Changkong, have come, I will not let you return to Persia and leave your life to others to deal with."

The thought of a stunningly beautiful woman being tied to a fire, crying out to heaven and earth in vain, filled with sorrow and grief, as the flames engulf her body, breaks my heart.

Therefore, I must go against your wishes and make you do things you don't want to do for me, even if it means you hate me to death!

Upon hearing this, the Purple-Robed Dragon King's eyes also became unfocused and hazy. She couldn't help but think of herself being shackled, bound to a fire stand with a loud bang.

In an instant, the Purple-Robed Dragon King's face turned deathly pale, and tears streamed down her face. She only hoped to be spared the punishment of being burned at the stake, and she was willing to give everything, but Xiao Zhao's thoughts filled her with utter despair.

She knew her daughter's personality; once she set her mind on something, she wouldn't turn back. She really had no choice but to leave.

But Yun Changkong's domineering nature brought her both joy and sorrow.

In truth, the Purple-Robed Dragon King's longing for Yun Changkong was no less intense than Zhao Min's. Zhao Min was still a virgin, her affections merely a fleeting thought. The Purple-Robed Dragon King, however, was a woman long celibate; after each encounter with Yun Changkong, she dreamt of him countless times in the dead of night, only to wake with endless sorrow in her heart.

If Zhao Min could think of waiting for him at Fengling Ferry, how could she not have thought of it?

So what seems like a coincidence is actually the result of deliberate planning.

As the Purple-Robed Dragon King pondered, Yun Changkong arrived at a small valley. The rustling leaves in the valley sounded like heavenly music, and a clear stream flowed gently. Yun Changkong used his divine power to subtly release the Purple-Robed Dragon King, as there was no one around.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King glared at him and said, "Can't you be serious for once?"

Chang Kong held his hand and said softly, "Good sister, how is this improper? Just give in to me!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King stared at him, seeing the expectation in his eyes. Thinking of Xiao Zhao, his heart ached, and he thought, "So be it. In the end, my relationship with him is real but not official. It's better if he remembers my kindness for the rest of his life and never forgets me."

His gaze softened, and he sighed, "I can't go against your wishes. Humph, but you have to promise me one thing."

Yun Changkong said, "I'll agree to anything."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King frowned, seemingly somewhat melancholy, and said, "Now that you have me, I don't care if you have other women, but you must never have any feelings for Xiao Zhao."

"Xiao Zhao?" Yun Changkong responded, startled. "She..."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said solemnly, "She is young and cannot control her desires. If you dare to do anything to her, I will never forgive you!"

Chang Kong was amused by this and said, "Why are you being as bored as everyone else? Xiao Zhao is so young. I'm not a beast. Stop thinking nonsense."

"She will grow up!" the Purple-Robed Dragon King said solemnly. "Promise me you won't talk to her anymore."

Having established this relationship with the Purple-Robed Dragon King, Chang Kong naturally had no such thoughts about Xiao Zhao, and laughed, "Alright, I'll pretend to be mute in front of her from now on."

He then spread the mink fur on the ground and pulled her to sit down against a rock.

The soft moonlight reflected off the clear stream, making it appear like silver. Looking at the Dragon King's beautiful face, Chang Kong immediately felt his mouth go dry.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King gasped, "You, you don't look at me, you, you turn your head away, no, cover your eyes." As he spoke, he used a silk scarf to blindfold Chang Kong.

Seeing her cling to him, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her body, and finding it amusing that she was blindfolded, Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Good sister, I'll do whatever you say."

After a while, Chang Kong gave a soft "hmm".
He felt warmth, inhaled her fragrance, and felt an indescribable happiness and joy in his heart.

What a beautiful day, what a pity!

Just as Chang Kong was amused, he suddenly heard the sound of a zither coming from afar, and he could vaguely hear people talking, indicating that there were quite a few people.

"They are the Five Wanderers!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King immediately stood up, put on gray cloth clothes, and also put on a hood and mask.

Yun Changkong's long-planned scheme was thwarted, and he was furious. He let out a long breath, the air hot as if his lungs were on fire from the accumulated anger.
Yun Changkong slowly stood up and said, "Why did they have to come at this time of year? These bastards!"

Granny Jin Hua chuckled inwardly and said, "Being with you is both sweet and painful. You mustn't do that again."

Chang Kong said, "Why not? This is a matter of marital intimacy. You should read more books." He spoke each word clearly and distinctly.

Granny Jin Hua gave a soft hum and said, "Are we husband and wife?"

Chang Kong smiled and sighed, "No matter what, you are my woman. As for a title, if you want it, I can give it to you."

Granny Jin Hua said, "No need!"

Chang Kong said, "You go down the mountain first, I'm going to Bright Peak."

Granny Jin Hua asked, "What are you going to do there?"

Chang Kong coldly replied, "If the Ming Cult is wiped out, wouldn't my trip to Bright Peak today have been in vain?"

Granny Jin Hua said, "How could that be? If Yang Xiao and the Five Wanderers join forces, who, besides you, could defeat them?"

"This?" Chang Kong paused for a moment, "What if they fight amongst themselves and are ambushed by outsiders?"

Granny Jin Hua suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "You...you're talking about Cheng Kun!"

“That’s right.” Yun Changkong said meaningfully, “You should also understand the reason behind this.”

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said, "That's right. The Yang Cult leader intended to close the stone gate and perish together with Cheng Kun, but he failed. So this person knows the Ming Cult's secret passage. If he launches a sneak attack, he will indeed be a big problem."

"Yes!" Chang Kong sighed. "If it's really as I predicted, things are in dire straits. I'll go up and take care of things. You go back and protect them. If the martial arts heroes come and want to watch the show, have Minmin disguise herself."

"But, but," the Purple-Robed Dragon King said somewhat shyly, "my legs are still a little weak."

Chang Kong smiled, placed his left palm on her abdomen, and gently placed his right palm on her back. He channeled the internal energy of the "Subduing Demons Divine Skill" into her body.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King immediately felt as if he were basking in the warm sun, extremely comfortable. He quickly mixed this internal energy with his own and circulated it throughout his body.

After a quarter of an hour, Chang Kong stopped and pondered, "Strange, your pure Yin energy came from the Azure Cold Pool, but now there's a Yang flow within your body. Could it be that you've reached the point of Yin turning into Yang? Hmm, but it doesn't seem like it. This Yang energy doesn't originate from your own body..."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King, his face ruddy, spat and said, "I'm leaving!" His body swayed, like a wisp of green smoke.

She knew in her heart that this yang energy was the internal force of the Arhat Subduing Demons Technique that Yun Changkong had injected in the past. It not only eliminated her cold poison, but also allowed her to reach the state of 'reversing yin and yang'. However, since this external force was not cultivated by herself, she could not use it as easily as she would her own limbs, and she did not know why!
Little did she know that the "Arhat Subduing Demon Skill" was a Buddhist divine skill, and the greater the compassion, the greater its power. However, she had no compassion in her heart, so naturally she could not use it as easily as Yun Changkong.

This is also an important reason why she cannot leave Changkong.

Even decades from now, Changkong will still be her favorite place.

It's so outrageous!

Seeing that she was only focused on running and quickly disappeared into the distance, Yun Changkong shook his head and chuckled. He then used the flowers and trees to conceal his tracks and headed towards the secret passage of Bright Peak.

He ran for a while, and then he saw a dark figure on a distant peak carrying two large buckets, slowly rising up, as if someone had hoisted him up with a long rope.

This man's head was completely bald, reflecting the moonlight with a faint glow. His lightness skill was also exceptionally good. Yun Changkong thought to himself, "This must be Cheng Kun. This is truly a perfect opportunity!"
……

Inside the Sacred Flame Hall, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and the Five Wanderers all wore solemn expressions. A table still held leftover food, indicating they had just eaten.

"Left Envoy Yang, the Five Elements Flag Commander has ordered the Five Elements Flag troops to retreat back to Bright Peak. They have received several messages via carrier pigeon, all expressing widespread panic..."

With a worried expression, he said, "Our Ming Cult is the number one sect in the martial arts world. By listening to Yun Changkong's words, we have already lost all face. If the situation gets out of control, I'm afraid..."

"What's there to be afraid of? At worst, we'll fight them to the death!" Zhou Dian said resentfully.

"A decisive battle to the death? I'm afraid our strength is far inferior to theirs. Zhou Dian, ask yourself, what are the chances of our Ming Cult defeating the six major sects? Not to mention the Beggars' Sect has also gotten involved!"

Moreover, there are some figures who never roam the martial arts world. What can we possibly use to fight them to the death? It would be like throwing an egg against a rock, only increasing casualties.” Peng Yingyu spoke with great earnestness.

Shuobude said, "Yun Changkong's idea can be considered as accumulating strength for the anti-Yuan movement. Given his connections with Shaolin, Wudang, the Beggars' Sect, and the Emei Sect, this matter may not be so bad!"

Wei Yixiao's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Whether or not we can survive this crisis of annihilation, our Ming Cult has lost face by listening to Yun Changkong's words. How can we stand in the martial arts world in the future?"
There needs to be a plan for revitalizing our sect. We can't forever entrust its fate to outsiders!

The group exchanged glances, and Peng Yingyu said, "You're talking about the position of sect leader!"

Wei Yixiao nodded and said, "Yes, our sect can no longer be without a leader!"

Shuobude said, "Outsiders may not know the truth, but don't you and I understand? Even if we choose the position of leader, it's useless if the Five Elements Flag doesn't recognize it."

Yang Xiao laughed and said, "Since it's useless, let's talk about it later!"

Wei Yixiao snorted coldly and said in a chilling tone, "As long as the position of sect leader is not settled, the sect's strife will not be resolved. No matter how great his abilities are, this rift will always be difficult to bridge. Left Envoy Yang, I must ask you a question: after we defeat the enemy, who will you support as sect leader?"

Yang Xiao said, "Whoever holds the Sacred Flame Token, I will support as the leader of the sect. This is the ancestral rule of our sect, and I will naturally abide by it."

Wei Yi smiled and said, "The Sacred Flame Token has been lost for nearly a hundred years. Does that mean the Ming Cult will be without a leader if the Sacred Flame Token is not found?"

Zhou Dian laughed heartily and said, "Yang Xiao, don't think we're all fools. Do you think I, Zhou Dian, don't know your intentions for not wanting to elect a leader? Since the Ming Cult has no leader, we will respect you, the Left Guardian of Light!"

Yang Xiao said, "I never said I wanted to be the leader, but within our sect, whose martial arts and strategies can surpass mine? Is it you, Zhou Dian?"

Zhou Dian snorted coldly and said, "I, Zhou Dian, am naturally not qualified to be the leader, but although your position is high, are the four Dharma Kings who protect the sect willing to obey your orders? Can you mobilize the Five Elements Flags?"

Which of us five wandering warriors would obey your orders and be commanded by you? What kind of person are you, the Left Envoy of Light? What gives you the right to do so?

Yang Xiao sneered and remained silent, while Zhou Dian's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Seeing this, Shuobude hurriedly said, "Gentlemen, we are facing a formidable enemy at this moment. Please do not let this spoil our harmony. Our Ming Cult is already struggling to fight against the Yuan Dynasty alone. Why not rely on Yun Changkong's power and unite with other sects to join forces?"

As for the position of leader, let's put that aside for now. Let's elect a deputy leader to unify command. What do you all think?

Zhou Dian's gaze shifted, and he suddenly laughed, "Alright, I recommend Wei Yixiao as the vice leader. He is resourceful and highly skilled in martial arts; no one in our Ming Cult can match him."

Yang Xiao sneered, "I think you, Zhou Dian, are the most suitable. Anyway, the Ming Cult is already in disarray. Wouldn't it be even more interesting to have you, the Great Master Zhou, turn things upside down and overturn them again?"

Zhou Dian shouted, "Bullshit!" and slapped Yang Xiao on the head with a whoosh.

Yang Xiao flicked his wrist and met the attack with a palm strike.

He did not exchange palms with Zhou Dian, but Wei Yixiao raised his palm and they met silently.

Yang Xiao's arm jerked, and he immediately felt a chill rushing towards him. He quickly tried to resist it.

Zhou Dian shouted, "You surnamed Yang, take another slap from me!" and struck him in the chest.

"No!"

"Stop it quickly!"

It's possible that Peng Yingyu and Peng Yingyu would have to block Zhou Dian's palm strike.

Yang Xiao twisted his waist and flipped his palm, and in the blink of an eye, his palms met Zhou Dian's. He looked at Wei Yixiao and said in a deep voice, "Although the Frosty Palm is powerful, it is still far from being able to hurt me, Yang Xiao."

Shuobude shouted, "Zhou Dian, Brother Wei, what kind of heroes are you, two against one?" He reached out and grabbed Zhou Dian's shoulder, trying to pull him away.

But Zhou Dian's body felt as cold as ice, and a bone-chilling coldness traveled from his palms straight to his chest.

Suddenly, I remembered that this was Wei Yixiao's "Ice Palm".

It turned out that Yang Xiao had already used the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" to transfer the power of the Frost Palm to Zhou Dian and Shuobude. The two men's palms turned cold, their meridians trembled, and their bodies shook.

Iron Crown Daoist and Peng Yingyu sensed something was wrong, jumped up, and Ichigo was thrown around. Ichigo couldn't say anything.

With the combined strength of the four, the chilling aura was no longer a threat. However, they felt the power of the Frost Palm was like a python, swaying back and forth, making it difficult to control. Therefore, they dared not withdraw their hands, fearing that they would be injured by Yang Xiao.

Peng Yingyu cried out, "Left Envoy Yang, how can we... how can we... how can we..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his teeth chattered, and a chill ran straight into his lungs, rendering him unable to speak.

It turned out that when he started speaking, his breathing became disordered, his internal energy stopped, and he was unable to resist the cold air.

He could only remain silent, circulating his internal energy to resist the chill.

(End of this chapter)