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

Chapter 112 Three Palms for Slaying the Dragon

The voice was very calm, yet it resonated throughout the surrounding area, reaching thousands of people. Everyone knew that the speaker possessed extraordinary internal strength.

Yun Changkong glanced over and saw a long-bearded Taoist priest stand up, his appearance extraordinary.

Then Situ Qianzhong said with a grin, "Just now, Hero Yun asked which of our fellow cultivators came for the 'Dragon-Slaying Saber,' and no one stood up. Things are being dealt with one by one. Why is Master Taixu in such a hurry to settle the score with Xie Xun?"

The long-bearded Taoist stroked his beard and said, "You know me?"

Situ Qianzhong laughed and said, "How could I not know that my two senior brothers died at the hands of Xie Xun?"

Taixuzi said, "Situ, you drunkard, you should just keep drinking. Don't think that just because you have a powerful backer, the King of Hell won't take your old life." His expression was arrogant, and his words were extremely rude.

Situ Qianzhong shook his head and stood up, saying, "A life for a life, a debt for a debt, that's an age-old truth. But every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. If you want revenge, you should go after Xie Xun..."

Someone in the crowd shouted, "You're drunk, who has time to listen to your rambling?"

Someone else asked, "Is Xie Xun dead or alive? And who will inherit the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"

Another person said, "We don't enjoy a life of leisure in the Central Plains, but instead come all the way to Kunlun Mountain. Do you think we're here to listen to your reasoning?"

“You, Yun Changkong, have your reasons, and we have ours for coming. Even if you say you’re going to heaven, it’s my family who will die.”

"Yes, Yun Changkong, you were expelled from the Heavenly Eagle Sect and killed more than a thousand people because your father lost an arm."

"Do you think you, Yun Changkong, are the only man of courage in the world?"

Everyone chimed in, trying to silence Situ Qianzhong while also getting Yun Changkong to speak, in support of their revenge.

They dared not interrupt Yun Changkong, but they had no such fear of Situ Qianzhong.

Yun Changkong heard the voice coming from both near and far, and his expression became solemn. He thought to himself, "Why hasn't Zhang Wuji come out yet? Is it really necessary to take so long to practice the Great Shift of the Universe?"

He had, of course, anticipated this. He had been a killing machine in the martial world, with both righteous and demonic people dying at his hands. While they might fear him, they certainly didn't respect him.

The title of "Great Hero Yun" is just a compliment; he wants to be seen as a great hero so that he can be controlled. Therefore, he must have Zhang Wuji step in to avert this catastrophe.

I have neither the standing nor the qualifications to support the Ming Cult.

But to my surprise, that kid still didn't come out.

Little did people know that when Zhang Wuji finally mastered the divine skill and appeared in the original story, the righteous and evil forces were already lying dead everywhere, suffering heavy casualties. Even the masters of the Eagle Sect were all killed or injured, leaving only Yin Tianzheng to hold on alone.

In other words, the six major sects value their reputation and follow the rules. Otherwise, if the masters such as Kongzhi and Kongxing of Shaolin, the Five Heroes of Wudang, and the leaders of Emei and Kunlun were no less skilled than Yin Tianzheng, and had not followed martial ethics, they would have eliminated him long ago.

Even though Zhang Wuji came out, he didn't have a chance to save anyone. Later, none of the major sects ever thought of attacking Zhang Wuji together, otherwise the Ming Cult would still have been destroyed.

Similarly, if Yun Changkong reasoned with others, the heroes would naturally reason with him as well. If he tried to use force to suppress them, they would swarm him, leaving him with no choice but to run away.

Therefore, he first used force to intimidate the crowd, and then brought up the deeds of Guo Jing to buy time.

Situ Qianzhong glanced at him and laughed, “Brother Hou, the ‘Golden Turtle Underwater’ of Poyang Lake, and Xie Shiwang are skilled in both water and land. Don’t underestimate him because he can’t do underwater kung fu. If he were here, could you last ten moves?”

What's more, he has a Purple-Robed Dragon King. Back then, in the battle of the 'Azure Cold Pool,' countless heroes inside and outside the Ming Cult fell to his knees. Heh heh, how can your turtle compare to the Dragon King?

"Ye Changqing, what an arrogant name. The Jade True Temple swordsmanship combined with the Five Elements Formation is indeed a peerless skill, but we martial artists value one-on-one combat. Without formations, which Ming Cult Dharma King can you defeat? Not to mention you even present yourselves with the Three Talents Formation, which is hardly honorable."

Ye Changqing's face turned pale, and his lips trembled a few times, but he did not utter a sound. However, everyone knew that he was about to kill.

"Boss Zhong of Black Wind Stronghold in Jiangling Prefecture, your Black Sand Palm, though powerful, may not be superior to Xie Xun's Seven Injury Fist."

As for the Hejian Duo, your methods of striking acupoints are unparalleled, especially your One-Finger Zen skill, which is truly extraordinary. However, this is a legitimate Buddhist skill, yet you use it to seize mountains, rob and plunder. If the person who taught you this skill knew this in the afterlife, they would surely be furious.

Amidst the clamor of voices, shouts arose from all directions, near and far. Yet, Situ Qianzhong was able to discern each speaker from the cacophony, not only naming them by name but also reciting their signature skills with perfect accuracy.

Those he named were speechless, but they couldn't help but admire his skill.
Some people even cheered.

Yun Changkong coughed and said loudly to the assembled heroes, "Friends, you are all martial arts masters with extraordinary minds. Senior Situ meant well. If anyone has offended you, please take it all back to me."

He knew that if Situ Qianzhong continued to speak like this, everyone would hold a grudge against him, and he would probably die an unexplained death after leaving Bright Peak!

Situ Qianzhong was an arrogant and unruly man. Upon hearing this, he immediately laughed and said, "Hero Yun is a powerful figure who has dominated the martial arts world. How could I possibly be worthy of being called 'senior' by you? It is already an unparalleled honor for this old man to be able to associate with you."

Upon hearing this, Yun Changkong clasped his hands and said, "I dare not accept such praise!"

Situ Qianzhong shook his wine gourd and said, "I'm not afraid of death, I just want to find a protective charm to flatter you."

What I'm trying to say is that Master Yun had the intention to avert a bloodbath, which is why he explained the origin of the Dragon-Slaying Saber so clearly. This was to prevent some people from engaging in bloodshed and causing unnecessary deaths and injuries for their own selfish reasons, in the name of fame and profit.

We will not allow certain individuals to attempt to wipe out all the heroes and valiant warriors of the martial arts world through treacherous schemes.
That's why I hoped everyone would understand and pull back from the brink, but unfortunately it was like talking to a brick wall, completely futile. I, an old man, simply couldn't bear to watch.

Yun Changkong smiled slightly at him, feeling that the old man's words resonated with him deeply.

Situ Qianzhong, holding a wine gourd in his hand, said, "It's one thing for others not to understand, but Shaolin and Wudang are the leading Buddhist and Taoist sects of our time, yet they still managed to leave Hero Yun's compassionate heart empty."

Whether it's due to being too deeply obsessed or too fixated on his own beliefs, or simply because he considers himself the supreme master of the martial arts world, a towering figure who doesn't want to be overshadowed by a younger generation, little does he realize that the younger generation surpasses the older? Even if Zhang Sanfeng himself were here, would he dare to utter a single incorrect word against what Master Yun has said?

"What a sharp tongue."

This is a consensus in everyone's heart, but one can't help but admire Situ Qianzhong's courage.

"Amitabha." The monk Kongzhi put his hands together and said slowly, "Although all the monks in this temple are Buddhist disciples, they have been learning martial arts for self-defense and have come into contact with heroes of the martial arts world. Naturally, they cannot see through the concept of grudges and favors."

My senior brother Kongjian was compassionate, yet he suffered at the hands of Xie Xun. Whether it's us fellow disciples or the seniors of this temple, we must settle this score with him.

Situ Qianzhong sighed and said, "The death of the monk Kongjian is indeed a great loss to the martial arts world, but things in the martial arts world are as ever-changing as clouds and dogs, and cannot be judged by common sense."

Didn't the Wudang Sect already become in-laws with Yin Baimei? And Zhang Wuxia and Xie Xun are sworn brothers.

Furthermore, Master Zhang once escaped from Shaolin, and your temple pursued him relentlessly. Yet now he's on good terms with Wudang, isn't he? Clearly, the truth about friend and foe is unpredictable. Why are you all so fixated on this?"

Upon hearing this, even though everyone knew he was always outspoken, they couldn't help but change their expressions, all thinking that this old drunkard had offended the Shaolin Temple and also harmed the Wudang Sect.

It's a miracle that someone like him, who has been through so much in the martial arts world, has lived to this age.

Even Zhou Dian couldn't help but click his tongue and say, "Goodness, this old guy is much better than me, Zhou Dian."

Even though the Shaolin and Wudang disciples were highly skilled, they were nearly furious. The long-standing feud between Shaolin and Wudang stemmed from Zhang Sanfeng's background.

Suddenly, a clear voice came from the crowd of Wudang people: "Senior Situ, do you really think that just because Hero Yun is the supreme master of the martial arts world, you can act recklessly and disregard Wudang and Shaolin, and even the heroes of the world?"

His voice reached everyone's ears clearly, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice to see a young man of about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with a face like jade and a tall, elegant figure.

But those who know Situ Qianzhong well know that he is arrogant by nature and likes to cause trouble with his words. This is not because of his powerful backer. Although he has suffered a lot because of this, he has never been able to change his temper.

Before Situ Qianzhong could speak, Yun Changkong smiled slightly: "So it's Young Master Song. It's been many years. How have you been?"

Song Qingshu said indifferently, "Thank you, do you really think that pushing this Senior Situ forward will settle the feud between the righteous sects and the demonic sects?"

"That's right!" Kongxing roared, "Yun Changkong, our two families have a long history, how can you help the Demonic Sect like this? And what happened to Xie Xun? We don't care that you took the knife, but where is Xie Xun?"

Yun Changkong said loudly, "Everyone, I never intended to help anyone. I said from the beginning that the reason for having those who came because of the Dragon Slayer Saber stand here is to distinguish them."

Those who want revenge, go ahead and take your revenge; those who want to see the sword, take your sword. It's just that everyone is a little shy and unwilling to come out.

"Alright, we're all men here, so let's not be coy. Whether you want to seize the Dragon-Slaying Saber or just want to see it, you must uphold the legacy of Master Guo and take it upon yourself to expel the Tartars, right?"

Song Qingshu sneered, "Well said! Hero Yun takes it upon himself to expel the Tartars, which is why he's entangled with the Mongol princess. I admire him greatly!"

Yun Changkong coldly laughed: "Young Master Song, I have no blood feud with you, nor any hatred for stealing your wife. Where does your hostility towards me come from?"

Song Qingshu's eyes flickered as he said, "I just can't stand your thief-like act of crying 'stop thief'."

Yun Changkong seemed not to hear him and said, "Seeking revenge against the Ming Cult and wanting to see the Dragon-Slaying Saber are not the same thing. However, some people with ulterior motives want to mix the two into one thing. So I would like to ask, are you all going to participate in the expulsion of the Tartars? If anyone thinks that expelling the Tartars has nothing to do with him and wants to seize the Dragon-Slaying Saber, then please step forward, and I will give him the Dragon-Slaying Saber immediately without any objection!"

Upon hearing this, the assembled heroes exchanged glances. Expelling the Tartars was a matter of righteousness, and no one, however they might think, dared to say they were unwilling to do their utmost.

"How dare you speak so arrogantly!" Song Qingshu sneered. "Whether expelling the Tartars is related to others or not, what about you? Do you think having an affair with a Mongol princess counts as expelling the Tartars?"

Yun Changkong suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing like lightning as he stared at him: "I, Yun Changkong, have roamed the world without anyone daring to utter a single disrespectful word to me. Last time at Wudang Mountain, you used Xihua Zi as a weapon, and I didn't pursue the matter because I gave Zhang Sixia face. If you continue to be so ignorant of your place, I will have to send you to see him as a token of my apology."

Song Qingshu trembled all over, both angry and furious. The last time he was punished by Song Yuanqiao, he stayed at home for many years. This time, it was only because of the siege of Bright Peak that he was able to get manpower, thanks to his sixth uncle's intercession.

He fell in love with Zhou Zhiruo at first sight, but during a casual conversation with the Emei disciples, he learned that Abbess Miejue had intended to marry Zhou Zhiruo to him, which made Song Qingshu hate her to the core.

Seeing Yun Changkong swaggering around, he was filled with resentment. But now, hearing Yun Changkong threaten him directly, he was not afraid, relying on the Wudang martial artists and heroes around him.

Song Qingshu said coldly, "You said it yourself that the Mongol princess's subordinates crippled my third uncle. My fifth uncle also committed suicide out of shame. Your family's lives were saved by my fourth uncle, yet you are having an affair with that Mongol witch. You are ungrateful and yet you still talk about expelling the Tartars. You really don't know what shame is."

Yun Changkong looked up at the sky and said, "Heroes of Wudang, I must tell you that the Mongolian demoness your nephew spoke of has now become my wife, Yun Changkong. If I hear the words 'Mongolian demoness' again, and I am burying my son, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

These words shocked all the heroes present. The Mongolian demoness became his wife.

Disguised and out of place, Zhao Min stood gracefully in the crowd, wanting to laugh but daring not to. She knew that if she went out now, she would be creating a huge problem for Yun Changkong. But she hadn't expected him to say it so openly and without restraint in front of everyone!
At that moment, she understood Yun Changkong's heart. He truly cared nothing for fame or fortune; he only wanted fewer people to die!

Zhang Songxi sighed and said, "Young people are easily captivated by beauty and find it hard to extricate themselves. It's not just you who is like this, alas..."

He naturally thought of Zhang Cuishan.

Song Yuanqiao said, "Since Young Master Yun has the heart to benefit fellow practitioners in the martial arts world, with such character and martial arts skills, how could he not have a daughter from a prestigious family to match him? How could he ruin his reputation and future because of a Mongolian woman?"

Yun Changkong laughed heartily, his arrogance rising suddenly, and said, "What reputation do I, Yun Changkong, have to speak of? As for personal matters, there's no need for Master Song to worry about them. You should spend your time finding a noble lady from a prestigious family to match your son; that's the proper thing to do. Don't let him get into trouble all the time by getting jealous over trivial matters!"

How could he not know where Song Qingshu's illness lay? He was treating himself like Zhang Wuji. But the two of them were exchanging affectionate glances and meaningful looks. If you were angry when you saw that, you would be angry. But I didn't even look at the Emei Sect. What are you angry about?
If the Wudang heroes don't stop him, then he's not going to give them any face!
Seeing him with his hands behind his back, speaking in a cold and hard tone, and extremely arrogant, everyone held their breath and focused their attention on the Wudang heroes. Their reputation had soared in recent years, so when had they ever been treated like this? However, Yun Changkong's martial arts were unparalleled, reaching an unbelievable level, so it was only natural for him to be arrogant.

Song Yuanqiao and the others frowned and remained silent.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but say again, "You said that the Dragon-Slaying Saber was made for those with ambition, so since you married a Mongolian princess, what qualifications do you have to wield the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"

Yun Changkong said calmly, "A true man of honor looks up to those who are upright and heroic. Anyone who wants the Dragon-Slaying Saber, come and take three of my blows. If you can stand up, I'll give it to you with both hands. But if you're killed by me, that's paying the price for your greed. Don't blame me for being ruthless! Young Master Song, I believe everyone is willing to give face to your Wudang Sect. You can take the lead!"

"Ha ha……"

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"Three strikes and you get the treasured sword!"

"Young Master Song, hurry up!"

Which martial arts world person doesn't like trouble? No matter how famous the Wudang Sect is, there are plenty of people who can't stand them, and they immediately swarmed around and started making a fuss.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu was both shocked and anxious. How could he dare to take three blows from Yun Changkong? He was afraid that one blow would be enough to kill him.

Some martial arts masters were extremely tempted by the Dragon-Slaying Saber, but with all the top figures in the world gathered together, everyone took the outcome of the battle very seriously. If they were no match for Yun Changkong, then so be it.

But if you go up there and can't withstand three blows, that would be too embarrassing!

Back then, even Yin Tianzheng's servants took two hundred moves from Yun Changkong before being defeated. But when Yun Changkong struck him with one palm, he coughed up blood and collapsed. If someone were to say later, "Hey, so-and-so was not even as good as Yin Tianzheng's servants. He would have no face to live with if he didn't die!"

Suddenly, Song Yuanqiao sighed, looked up and said, "We are gathered here today because the members of the Demonic Sect are causing trouble in the martial world and harming people. We are not here for the Dragon-Slaying Saber, but to sweep away the wicked and lewd!"

Yun Changkong sneered, "Heh, if Zhang Wuji were here, would you still bother to sweep away this wicked and lewd villain?"

Yu Lianzhou said loudly, "Hero Yun's martial arts are unparalleled. The Wudang Sect will certainly repay your kindness today."

Everyone knows this is saying the opposite of what you mean, so from today onwards, the Wudang Sect will learn from your superior skills.

Yun Changkong knew he couldn't command respect, and he had no other desires than to avoid a chaotic battle that would result in casualties among his men. He said, "The path of martial arts is boundless; who can claim to be unparalleled? I, Yun Changkong, am unworthy, and no one in this world is."
Now I ask you all, if no one comes forward to claim this Dragon-Slaying Saber, I will take it and live out my remaining years in seclusion!

Everyone was surprised to hear this.

Taixuzi coldly said, "I have never met the great hero Suo Yangyun. This is truly perplexing. Please enlighten me!"

Yun Changkong sighed and said, "After all, only a very small number of you have a grudge against the Ming Cult, right? So the others traveled thousands of miles because everyone coveted the Dragon Slayer Saber, didn't they?"
This thing has become a source of harm; I must destroy it, not become the supreme martial arts master myself!

"May I ask a question?" Taixuzi asked calmly, "Is Xie Xun still alive?"

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "This answer is not important."

Taixuzi snorted: "What's important?"

Someone in the crowd said, "What's important is that he married a Mongolian princess and enjoys a life of luxury!"

Yun Changkong said in a deep voice, "I know that some people are greedy for fame and fortune. They will not understand my words and even suspect that I intend to keep the Dragon-Slaying Saber for myself. They are hostile to me!"

Kongxing, being straightforward, said, "Then why did you say you got the Dragon-Slaying Saber? Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

Yun Changkong said, "Although I dare not compare myself to my predecessors, I have received the true teachings of Shaolin, Quanzhen, and Beggars' Sect. They are all chivalrous sects. I know that the entire martial arts world is about to be plunged into catastrophe because of a rumor and a conspiracy. How can I sit idly by?"

Situ Qianzhong feigned shock and exclaimed, "I, this old man, understand! The news that Xie Xun is at Bright Peak is a rumor. They want to use the 'Dragon-Slaying Saber' as bait to wipe out all the heroes of the martial arts world!"

One of the heroes exclaimed, "Hero Yun, is it the Prince of Ruyang who set up this insidious trap?"

Yun Changkong smiled faintly: "There are too many reasons for this issue. I'm caught up in my identity, so it's not easy for me to say. But in this world, some people are driven by fame, some by profit, and some by nothing at all, just by a kind of crazy venting! So everyone should keep a clear head!"

Then a lazy voice said, "Since Xie Xun's whereabouts are unknown, let's leave that aside for now. My enemy is right here. Should I avenge him? Can I even avenge him? Would that be considered lacking in common sense and righteousness?"

Upon hearing this, the Ming Cult leaders were immediately enraged.

Zhou Dian shouted, "Damn it, we're giving them face, and these people think we're afraid of them."

The White-Browed Eagle King stood up and said, "Anyone who wants to settle scores with my Ming Cult, I, Yin Tianzheng, will take them on!"

"And my Five Elements Flag!" Zhuang Zheng also stood up and shouted, "Hero Yun's heart is full of good intentions, he just doesn't want my Ming Cult to shed blood with you, but you don't know what's good for you, so come on!"

Tang Yang shouted, "Brothers, are you scared?"

"Not afraid!"

As they spoke, thousands of Ming Cult disciples suddenly stood up, their momentum like ten thousand trees breaking through the earth.

Thousands of people shouted in unison, their voices like thunder in spring, shaking the heavens and the earth, causing everyone's faces to change color.

Furthermore, the Ming Cult members were all dressed in white robes, with tragic expressions, as if they were about to perish. Everyone knew that to destroy the demonic cult, countless lives would have to be sacrificed.

Yun Changkong said loudly, "Do you see? These people are just like the righteous ones, all passionate young men. Kublai Khan once tried to persuade Guo Jing to surrender, saying, 'My blood is not for the Song Dynasty, but for the people of my land. What lofty ambition and heroic spirit!'"
You all claim to take Master Guo as your role model, but how many of you truly possess his heart for the country and its people? You're all all talk and no action, what kind of heroes are you! I, Yun Changkong, looked down on you all when my martial arts were weak, and I still do now!

Suddenly, two long howls were heard, and the two of them flew steadily several feet away like two large birds, landing on the ground.

The assembled heroes, though unable to see his face clearly, still cheered. The beauty of his leap and the fluidity of his movements were unmistakable to all, demonstrating superior skill.

Yun Changkong turned his head and saw two people, one tall and one short, both over fifty years old, with long swords gleaming in their hands.

Yin Tianzheng laughed and said, "The jugglers have arrived. For the sake of all the heroes under heaven, our Ming Cult should give them some reward money." As he spoke, he stepped forward to make his move.

The short, old man said in a shrill voice, "Old man with white eyebrows, let's postpone the matter between our Huashan Sect and your Ming Cult."

"You, surnamed Yun, may possess unparalleled martial arts skills, but you killed Master Xianyu of my Huashan Sect. If this grudge is not avenged, what reputation will our sect have left in the martial world?"

The old man also said, "What prestige does our sect still have to speak of?"

It turns out that although he was tall, he completely followed the short old man's lead, repeating whatever the short old man said.

In recent years, the Huashan Sect leader Xianyu Tong died at the hands of Yun Changkong. People say they are incapable of avenging him, and Huashan Sect disciples are looked down upon when they travel the martial arts world, causing their reputation to plummet.

At this moment, seeing that Yun Changkong's "three-palm agreement" had deterred anyone from stepping forward, demonstrating that he was truly overwhelming all the heroes under heaven, the two elders of the Huashan Sect stepped forward.

Even though we lost, it still brought honor to the Huashan Sect!
Yun Changkong glanced at them and asked, "May I ask your honorable names?"

The short old man said, "My brother and I are Xianyu Tong's senior martial uncles. Don't ask our names. It'll be embarrassing if we lose."

The old man said, "Yes, it's quite shameful to lose."

Yun Changkong shook his head and said, "I had a special relationship with your sect's leader, Xianyu, which is why I killed him. Swords have no eyes, and since you two are elders of the Huashan Sect, any further loss would not have been my intention."

The short old man sneered, "No matter what, it was you who killed him. Do you think we can just sit idly by?"

Old Gao said, "Boy, our Yin-Yang Sword Technique is invincible. If you insist on fighting us one-on-one, just beg for mercy, and this matter won't be impossible to let go of."

He appeared very arrogant, but in reality, he was afraid of Yun Changkong and didn't dare to fight him. He was just there to save face.

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "I am not very good at begging for mercy. It is only because your two Yin-Yang sword techniques are powerful. But once you set a precedent, if someone mentions the Three Powers, Four Symbols, Five Elements, Six Harmonies, Seven Stars, Eight Trigrams Formation and the like, will I accept it or not?"
This matter cannot be ignored. Therefore, you should abandon your formation!

He's not Zhang Wuji; he doesn't want to fight this battle for no reason.

Unexpectedly, the short old man let out a clear whistle and suddenly drew his single blade. The tall old man shouted, "Are you really going to fight?"

The short old man said, "Is there any doubt about it?" The blade veered and swept towards Chang Kong's shoulder, while the tall old man flashed with a blue light and slashed at his waist and abdomen.

The two drew their swords in formation, employing the first move of the "Two Elements Sword Technique," "Breaking Through Chaos." When mastered to its highest level, this move can defeat an enemy in a single strike.

Seeing their lightning-fast sword strikes, Yun Changkong recognized their first-rate skills. He lightly tapped his feet, and his body flew backward into the air.

Two flashes of cold light appeared suddenly, and the short old man said, "Charge and attack fiercely, finish this quickly!"

Yun Changkong knew he had encountered a shrewd and cunning man who could not be appeased by words alone. Since the old man was disobedient, he had to be taught a lesson. He swung his right sleeve, and the wind in his sleeve carried the force of his palm. Instantly, a gale swept over the two old men like a raging torrent.

The two elders channeled their inner strength and unleashed three consecutive strikes, shattering his palm strike and causing his arms to go numb.

Old Gao yelled, "Senior brother, this kid is too amazing!" His body swayed from side to side, like a lotus in the wind, unable to stand steadily.

The short old man leaped to the left, and strangely enough, as soon as he leaped to the left, the blade struck again with great force.

Yun Changkong swept his left sleeve, and with a whoosh, a gust of wind swept against his back, and the old man's knife was already slashing down again.

The two worked together so well that he had no chance to catch his breath.

Yun Changkong lightly touched the ground with his feet and flipped in mid-air.

"The Great One gives birth to sprouts, and the Two Elements unite in virtue..."

The two old men shouted as they brandished their double swords, which swirled back and forth like lightning, never missing Yun Changkong's vital points.

The crowd cheered in unison: "Excellent swordsmanship!"

Yun Changkong thought to himself, "If I don't get rid of them as soon as possible, what will happen? If a few more formations come later, how long will it take me to fight them!"

Suddenly he stopped, his hands parted, and his index and middle fingers pressed down on the blades of the two men.

This move was seemingly casual, yet the timing was impeccable, striking first despite being delayed, combining offense and defense.

With two "buzzing" sounds, the two men felt a numbness in their hands and their swords slipped from their grasp.

However, the two were renowned masters of Mount Hua, with extraordinary martial arts skills and extremely quick reflexes. They swung their palms out, but unexpectedly, the hilt of the knife that had just slipped from their hands was suddenly returned to them!

The two instinctively caught the blow, and their palm strikes naturally failed them. However, they felt a powerful force crashing down on them, and they stumbled back three steps.

Yun Changkong flashed away, retreating more than ten feet like lightning. He clasped his hands and said, "You two have exquisite swordsmanship. I cannot defeat you, and you two have not defeated me either. We have fought to a draw. Is that enough to settle things with your Huashan Sect?"

The experts on the field saw through the trick. Yun Changkong had turned the tables in a single move, the subtleties of which were beyond words, and everyone cheered for him.

The short old man's face turned from red to white, and the tall old man's face turned from white to green. They stood there blankly, as if they had lost their souls.

(End of this chapter)