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

Chapter 113 The Lone Traveler

Everyone knows that Yun Changkong is awe-inspiring throughout the world. It is said that in the present world, only Zhang Sanfeng, with his hundred-year cultivation, can rival him. It is reasonable that the two elders of Mount Hua are no match for him.

However, Yun Changkong became famous too early, and being young and impetuous, he was rumored to be arrogant and domineering, and prone to injuring people. Many people hoped that he could kill or injure the two elders of Mount Hua, then incite public outrage, and have everyone attack him and kill him on the spot, so that he would stop meddling in other people's business and intimidate others.

Unexpectedly, Yun Changkong simply raised his hand, leaving many feeling powerless and helpless.

In the martial arts world, what's most frightening isn't how high the opponent's martial arts skills are, but rather the lack of a legitimate excuse to launch a coordinated attack.

After all, the rules of the underworld dictate that one must fight openly and honestly, alone. Only those villains and evil people are exempt from these rules; otherwise, one would be a villain or evil person oneself.

The short old man from the Huashan Sect sighed and said, "Your martial arts are unparalleled. We, your fellow disciples, knew we were no match for you, but we still wanted to learn from you and broaden our horizons. We never expected to be defeated so miserably. We are convinced."

Old Gao laughed loudly, "Senior brother, this kid is indeed strange, but I don't believe it. He's just stronger. We haven't even used our Two Elements Sword Technique to its fullest extent yet, otherwise the two of us would have chopped his head off in one fell swoop."

The onlookers secretly laughed. Internal strength is the foundation of all martial arts. If your internal strength is not as profound as theirs, your swordsmanship is useless no matter how wonderful. You won't admit defeat.

The short old man frowned and remained silent. He knew that although his junior brother spoke erratically, he often managed to confuse his opponents and turn defeat into victory thanks to his thick skin. Today, using this trick in front of all the heroes of the world was not glorious, but if he could win the battle because of it, at least the merits and demerits would be balanced.

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "You must be thinking that if your Reverse Yin-Yang Saber Technique is combined with the Kunlun Sect's Orthodox Yin-Yang Sword Technique, it can reach the pinnacle of all techniques in the world. Moreover, with the four of you working together, I have to protect myself. It's absolutely impossible for me to destroy your weapons in one move, is that right?"

Upon hearing this, everyone recalled the grudges between Yun Changkong and the Kunlun Sect, and they all looked at He Taichong and his wife with deep meaning.

The old man's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, and he chuckled, "It's like this, the Kunlun Sect's 'True Yin-Yang Sword Technique' is so exquisite and mysterious that it can be said to be on par with the Huashan Sect's saber techniques, each with its own strengths. If the saber and sword were combined, the Yin and Yang would transform into the Four Symbols, the Four Symbols would generate the Eight Trigrams, Yin and Yang would be in harmony, and water and fire would complement each other, alas..."

At this point, he shook his head repeatedly and sighed slowly, "The power is too strong, too strong! You dare not withstand it!"

Yun Changkong knew he was being provoked, but he also remembered that even Zhang Wuji, who had mastered the Qiankun Great Shift in the original story, couldn't break this formation and needed Zhou Zhiruo's guidance, so he was naturally willing to give it a try.

You must know that Yun Changkong cultivated the Arhat Subduing Demon Skill, achieving a state of spiritual harmony and unity of mind and energy. In addition, over the years, he has deepened his research into the profound mysteries of Buddhist, Taoist, and Beggar Clan martial arts. His martial arts skills are so powerful that even he does not know where the limit is!

The reason for training Zhang Wuji was also due to the loneliness of not having a worthy opponent.

He knew perfectly well that if he accepted the Yin-Yang Formation, then others would also have their own formations. For example, the Wudang heroes were able to restrain themselves from their dissatisfaction with him earlier because they knew they were no match for him in a one-on-one fight. It was definitely not because the five Wudang heroes believed they were no match for him even when they joined forces.

There are also the Three Swords of Qinghai, the Twin Fiends of Hejian, and so on. They all need to set up their own formations. Whether or not to accept them is a question.

As he pondered, he suddenly heard a woman's voice, clear as a silver bell, laugh and say, "I understand now. The Huashan Sect has neither real talent nor any respect for the rules of the martial world, so they can say such things with such ease."

The two elders of Mount Hua were furious. They looked in the direction of the sound and saw a beautiful young woman with a fair complexion stepping out from the crowd.

Everyone saw that she was still young, only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a childish face, but her coquettish anger also added a touch of charm.

But when the Ming Cult leaders saw her, their eyes widened as if they had discovered some extraordinary person. They looked at each other in disbelief, and Zhou Dian murmured, "She looks so much like her."

It turned out that this woman was none other than Xiao Zhao, who had regained her normal appearance.

Despite her youthful vigor, she lectured the elders of Mount Hua without flinching, which amused the assembled heroes, yet they also found it reasonable.

This is Xiao Zhao's most outstanding quality: she can guess what others are thinking and know what they are not comfortable saying, so she speaks on their behalf. This is what is meant by "being considerate".

Old Gao shouted, "How dare this little girl spout nonsense and slander the Huashan Sect! She should know how to behave herself!"

Everyone found it absurd that he, a rare example of an elder in the martial arts world, would dare to accuse a woman of being indecent.

Xiao Zhao blushed and said, "No shame, no shame. At this age, I only want to take advantage."

Old Gao laughed heartily: "What are you chattering about, little girl?"

Turning back to Yun Changkong, he said, "Alright, since you're scared, then there's no need to compete. Anyway, you didn't lose this time, and neither of us won, so we've evened things out."

Xiao Zhao walked up to Yun Changkong and chuckled at the short old man, saying, "He doesn't know how to speak responsibly, why don't you do something about it?"

The short old man's face flushed.
The fact that an old lecher and a bright young girl were entangled here somewhat lightened the heavy atmosphere.

Yun Changkong looked around in the crowd. Xiao Zhao was looking at him with her big eyes, and asked with a question in them, "Are you looking for her? She's disguised, you can't find her."

Yun Changkong thought to himself, "Zhao Min's appearance at this moment is actually troublesome." So he said, "Xiao Zhao, thank you."

Xiao Zhao said loudly, "There are too many shameless people in this world. If you get rid of them, someone else will set up a trap for you later, saying that Hero Yun's martial arts are unparalleled and that they would like to ask him for a few moves. If you agree, it will never end. Even if you can't beat them, they will still annoy you to death."

If you don't respond, they'll say you're being unfair and looking down on them. Some of them have ulterior motives and will definitely gang up on you to get rid of your title as the best in the world.

She exhaled with her inner energy, and everyone heard her. Some of the heroes felt their faces flush, because Xiao Zhao had spoken to their hearts.

The world of martial arts is cruel because even in calm, risks lurk, and because human nature is unpredictable.

Yun Changkong simply didn't want those hot-blooded men to shed blood on the spot because of personal fame, gain, and grudges, but the martial world is a battlefield where greed, evil thoughts, and righteousness are intertwined.

Therefore, what most people see is only how to possess unparalleled martial arts skills like Yun Changkong's. He can be so arrogant and disregard the Wudang Sect and Zhang Sanfeng that his words become law!
As for unparalleled martial arts such as "Arhat Subduing Demon Skill", "Nine Yang Divine Skill", "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms", and "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth", even if they were given them, they would not be able to master them, so they were not even within their consideration.

They think if Yun Changkong can do it, then I can too!

That's how arrogant he is!

Therefore, my feelings towards Yun Changkong are not just admiration, but also envy, greed, and even malice.

Xiao Zhao, hidden among the crowd, naturally sensed everything and wanted Yun Changkong to step back to avoid offending someone and causing trouble.

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you." He then turned and stepped off the stage.

Old Gao snorted, brandished his knife, and said, "Mr. Tieqin, Madam He, aren't you going to avenge your disciple? Today, my fellow disciples and I are helping you, and you don't even dare to?"

The crowd was both amused and annoyed. They couldn't defeat Yun Changkong themselves, so they dragged the Kunlun Sect into it.

He Taichong and his wife glared at him fiercely, cursing inwardly, "This old bastard, I don't know where the Huashan Sect dug him up from, to come up with such a difficult problem."

They longed for revenge, but they knew they were no match for Yun Changkong. Even if the four of them joined forces and won, it wouldn't be honorable. If they lost, how could they still call themselves masters? But after hearing what Old Man Gao said, they had no choice but to comply.

Who doesn't know that Yun Changkong killed his disciple Xihua Zi?

Ban Shuxian was extremely angry. While thinking, she leaped out, drew her sword with a whoosh, and thrust it towards Old Gao's shoulder. Her eyes widened, and she said sharply, "Are you trying to insult me ​​with these nonsense words?"

Seeing the cold light carrying a gust of wind rushing towards him, Old Gao dared not be careless. He swung his sword to parry, and with a clang, sparks flew as both of them took a step back.

Despite the old man's apparent weakness and mediocre skill in Yun Changkong's hands, his swordsmanship was actually extraordinary.

Seeing that she had used the "Golden Needle Tribulation Crossing" technique while the old man had used the "Eternal Calamity," Ban Shuxian was overjoyed, as if she had found a kindred spirit. She said, "Hero Yun, the Demonic Sect killed our master, and this revenge must be taken. Let us also settle the score for the murder of our disciple!"

Yun Changkong turned his gaze and looked around.

Ban Shuxian looked at He Taichong: "The Huashan Sect's swordsmanship is not to be underestimated either, come up here."

Everyone cheered.

He Taichong frowned, not daring to disobey his wife's orders. He stretched out his hand, and several servants presented him with a precious sword and an iron zither, which was quite impressive.

He took the sword and said, "Two seniors of the Huashan Sect, our feud is none of your business. Isn't that a bit impolite of you to interfere?"

With that, he sprang into action, leaping several meters in one bound, and landed lightly on the platform.

Although "Master Iron Zither" was renowned, few people from the Central Plains had actually witnessed his skills, simply because he rarely traveled there. Only now did everyone realize that this Kunlun Sect Leader truly lived up to his reputation, possessing the demeanor of a first-rate master!
Xiao Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and she was about to speak when Yun Changkong laughed heartily, flicked his sleeve, and said loudly, "Very well, I have long heard that the Yin-Yang Formation is a peerless art in the world. I am about to retire, and if I can win the favor of the heroes of the world before I leave, then this trip will not have been in vain!"

Seeing his words, Xiao Zhao could only say, "Lord Yun is invincible; you're just asking for trouble." Then she withdrew.

The short old man said, "Please!" and took two steps back.

He Taichong stared at Yun Changkong and asked, "Master Yun, your skill is profound. Will you use weapons or fight hand-to-hand?"

Seeing He Taichong and his wife, along with the two elders of the Huashan Sect, standing at the four corners with their two swords and sabers gleaming in the sunlight, Yun Changkong said, "You may make your move."

He Taichong laughed loudly, his longsword vibrated, and he swiftly thrust it into Yun Changkong's chest. This move was exquisite and ruthless, with endless follow-up attacks.

The onlookers couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" Yun Changkong took a step back, realizing that his weakness was in his ribs, which could also knock away his longsword. Just as he was about to strike with his palm, he suddenly felt a gust of sword wind coming from behind.

Yun Changkong had no choice but to turn around and strike with his palm. With two sharp cracks, he unleashed two swords with his sleeves. However, he was caught off guard by the sudden wind of the blades. The two elders of Mount Hua saw it clearly and had already slashed out with their double blades.

These four masters attacked almost simultaneously from four directions, creating a loud whistling sound as they cleaved through the air, their strength incredibly formidable.

Everyone saw Yun Changkong leap into the air like a willow catkin, his sleeves fluttering left and right, deflecting the Huashan twin swords. The Kunlun twin swords then unleashed their ultimate moves, preemptively blocking Yun Changkong's retreat.

Yun Changkong deflected the two swords with a leftward flick and a rightward slash, but then the two blades arrived.

These four people actually combined to form an extremely powerful master with eight arms and eight legs.

Although the Yin-Yang Sword Technique and the Reverse Yin-Yang Saber Technique are different in principle, they both originate from the Eight Trigrams and return to the Eight Trigrams, so they can be said to have different paths but the same goal. After a few moves, the four of them became more and more proficient, and their two sabers and two swords coordinated perfectly, forming a perfect union. They complemented each other, and their movements were ever-changing and subtle, truly exquisite.

Yun Changkong's martial arts skills are so strong that if there are only two people, he can knock away their weapons at any time and disrupt their moves.

However, the four of them joined forces, creating a situation of breaking and then resuming. If they were to take away the weapons of two of them, they would inevitably be injured by the other two.

Yun Changkong dared not indulge in playfulness any longer. He focused his mind, his sleeves fluttering as he countered each move.

The onlookers were stunned. The Kunlun Twin Swords and the Huashan Elders were clearly from different schools, yet they coordinated perfectly. Every move they made was extremely natural, as if each was using their own technique to attack the enemy, but in reality, they were mutually reinforcing and stimulating each other.

For example, when He Taichong made a move, before the force of the move had dissipated, Ban Shuxian's force had already caught up. As soon as Ban Shuxian drew her longsword, the two elders of Huashan came up with a new move. Thus, the four people's moves overlapped and generated endlessly.

These two elders of Mount Hua, He Taichong and his wife, were all masters of profound internal energy. Their light surged like lightning, and their power permeated the air, as if a curtain of light shrouded the sky. Ordinary people who were in their midst would inevitably be dazzled, unable to distinguish east from west, and utterly defenseless.

But Yun Changkong's skills were truly divine. He was not intimidated by the power of the crowd, nor blinded by the glint of swords and blades. With a wave of his sleeves, his figure overlapped and he moved swiftly, his long hair flying, like a floating duckweed in a raging storm, drifting and floating, graceful and divine. Every move he made was elegant and composed, pleasing to the eye.

In the blink of an eye, the five had fought more than fifty rounds, with no clear winner.

The experts from all the sects on the field were all amazed. Although Yun Changkong had not defeated the four, none of their moves could harm him. Some of the onlookers felt dizzy, some secretly worried for Yun Changkong, and some hoped that the four could kill him on the stage.

Some seniors and elders also took the opportunity to give guidance to the younger generation.

Abbess Miejue said to her disciples, "The two elements transform into the four symbols, the four symbols transform into the eight trigrams, and there are sixty-four orthodox moves and sixty-four unorthodox moves. When the orthodox and unorthodox moves are combined, and the sixty-four is multiplied by sixty-four again, there are a total of four thousand and ninety-six variations. No martial arts technique in the world can match the complexity of its variations."

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Master is right. In my opinion, if this combination of sword and saber is mastered to its peak, no one in the world can match it." Everyone was shocked. It was not surprising that he heard Master Miejue's words in such a fierce battle, but he could still speak. Wasn't he afraid of disrupting his internal energy?

The dualistic sword techniques of the Huashan and Kunlun schools are derived from the Hetu and Luoshu diagrams and the Bagua directions of Fuxi and King Wen. If one can study them to the extreme, their profound and subtle aspects are even more powerful than the Qiankun Great Shift of the Western Regions.

However, the principles of the I Ching are profound, and He Taichong and his wife, along with the two elders, only mastered about 20-30% of them. Even so, Zhang Wuji, who had mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill and cultivated the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth to the seventh level, was bound.

At this moment, with their two or three levels of mastery, the four of them could freely switch between yin and yang, and had already demonstrated the image of old yin giving birth to young yang and old yang giving birth to young yin in the innate hexagram.

Many self-confident masters of their skills believe that even if they haven't reached the pinnacle of their skills, they would surely lose more often than they win if they were to face their opponents.

Zhou Zhiruo said loudly, "So you can only withstand them if they haven't mastered their skills?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "That's natural. Any martial art can be used to different levels by different people. This martial art starts with chaos and grows to the sixty-four hexagrams. Yin and Yang are mutually generated, and hardness and softness are combined. When fighting with an opponent, no matter what kind of internal force the opponent uses, it can immediately be guided and evolved."

If the opponent is masculine, I will respond with feminine; the opponent will then become feminine and I will respond with masculine. Consider that human strength has its limits; how can the mental strength of one person compare to the combined energy of four people?
The opponent's moves are increasingly powerful, while the other's are increasingly weak; with this ebb and flow, how can one not be victorious?

After listening to her master's explanation, Zhou Zhiruo had already grasped the key to victory, but she still wanted to hear his opinion, so she said, "Is this martial art truly an invincible martial art?"

Yun Changkong said, "No matter how powerful this martial art is, it is still based on the principle of the beginning of chaos, from unity to division."

The Buddhist saying goes, "Clouds are empty yet not empty," and the Taoist saying goes, "Something arises from nothingness"—they are essentially the same principle.

Xiao Zhao suddenly clapped her hands and exclaimed, "I understand! No matter how powerful their martial arts are, they are still real. The way to break the formation is to use feints to attack their real ones!"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "That's right. The profound principle of using the false to attack the real and using the insufficient to overcome the excessive is not only a Taoist way of cultivating the mind and nourishing the nature, but also the true essence of martial arts."

Those who heard this knew that he was explaining the principles of defeating the enemy, but the key was how to apply these principles to martial arts.

When the two elders of Mount Hua and He Taichong and his wife heard him trying to win the woman's favor, they wanted to retort, but this would inevitably disrupt their breathing, and once their combined attack was broken, they would surely suffer a crushing defeat.

Upon hearing this, Old Man Gao said, "If you're so capable, break the formation. What kind of nonsense is this, trying to amuse a little girl like this!"

But the moment he opened his mouth, his breath became erratic. Yun Changkong leaped forward, and He Taichong's longsword thrust diagonally at Old Man Gao's neck, startling him into a hasty duck. Yun Changkong swung his long sleeves, causing Ban Shuxian's longsword to clash with Old Man Gao's sword. This strange move was instantly disrupted, and Old Man Gao cried out in alarm, shouting, "This won't do! You're taking advantage of me!"

Yun Changkong landed gracefully, laughing heartily, "Now that I've broken your formation, I doubt you'll be satisfied. Be careful now." The four of them shrugged and moved.

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "It would be even better if someone could play a tune for me on the zither." The figure suddenly flashed and disappeared.

Everyone was taken aback. In the midst of a fierce battle, why would someone play the zither?
But then Xiao Zhao asked, "What would you like to hear, my lord?"

Yun Changkong swept away the attack with a flick of his sleeve and laughed, "The King of Chu was stubborn and self-willed, and refused to listen to advice, which led to his suicide at the Wujiang River. Let's have a 'Ambush from Ten Sides' performance!"

Xiao Zhao agreed and ran to the Kunlun Sect servant boy, saying, "Please allow me to use this, thank you!"

He picked up "Mr. Iron Qin's" zither, and after a few resounding notes, it already conveyed the sound of clashing swords and galloping horses, majestic and powerful.

He Taichong was so angry he almost twisted his mouth; this was his own zither.

There was one person in the crowd who was incredibly popular.

Yun Changkong let out a long laugh and said, "Be careful!"

After fighting for a while, he came up with countless ways to break the formation. The simplest way was to start with the footwork of the group, but he didn't want to do that. He struck the longswords of He Taichong and his wife with both palms. The two felt a surge of gentle internal energy and immediately defended themselves. However, they did not expect that Yun Changkong's push was the "using the false to strike the real" method from the Quanzhen martial arts.

As they braced themselves to resist, they immediately felt their strength dissipate, and their bodies involuntarily took a step forward.

Yun Changkong twisted and turned, instantly bypassing the two men like a ghost, and struck the two elders of Mount Hua with both palms. Hearing the swift wind, the two men swung their knives to slash his wrists, one cutting his abdomen with lightning speed.

Yun Changkong spun his palms around and slapped them onto the knife.

With a whoosh, the two men's arms jerked, and they abruptly stopped, struggling to avoid colliding with He Taichong and his wife.
Unexpectedly, Chang Kong's palm strike was the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," with force overlapping and layering, which the two elders struggled to neutralize.

In the blink of an eye, Yun Changkong pushed the two old men's wrists with both hands, causing his double swords to collide with the double swords of He Taichong and his wife.

Yun Changkong's two pushes were of different strengths, and they used different methods to deflect them. When they collided, there were several "clanging" sounds, and the weapons of the four men flew into the air like meteors.

Just then, Xiao Zhao plucked a string with her slender finger, and the sound of the iron zither immediately rose, producing a "clanging" crackling sound.

However, the four men's strength was not as strong as Yun Changkong's, which was both masculine and feminine. Their movements were unpredictable, and they lost their footing, unable to control themselves, and their bodies collided together.

The four of them rolled around together before leaping up, while the onlookers burst into laughter.

It sounds like a lot of effort, but in reality it only took a moment. Amidst laughter, with a few "hissing" sounds, two knives and two swords simultaneously plunged into the stage.

He Taichong and his wife, along with the short old man, all knew that Yun Changkong had already shown extraordinary mercy and dared not fight any further. They immediately drew their weapons and retreated.

Only the old man, holding his sword, said, "Your fame resounds throughout the martial world, I am no match for you, but you resort to all sorts of underhanded tactics during duels, your victories are not entirely honorable. Besides, some say your sword can kill with a single strike; having not witnessed your swordsmanship, I am not entirely convinced."

Chang Kong smiled and said, "The phrase 'one sword to steal a soul' is an exaggeration."

Xiao Zhao laughed and said, "You want someone to use a sword? Do you want to be taken away and become a ghost? That's ridiculous."

The old man had a thick face. After being taught a lesson by Xiao Zhao several times and unable to regain his martial arts skills, he licked his lips and said, "Your disguise skills are quite impressive, Yun Changkong. This person looks like a girl, but she is actually a man in disguise. Hehe, don't be fooled."

Everyone was astonished. Xiao Zhao had delicate features and fair, delicate skin that seemed to break with a touch. She was a beauty, and to say that she was a man in disguise was truly a masterpiece.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhao retorted angrily, "Who's the man?"

Old Gao said, "I think it's a man. If you don't believe me, let us see!"

The short old man frowned, turned to his junior brother and said, "What nonsense are you spouting? Aren't you embarrassed enough already?"

Yun Changkong smiled slightly, his body swayed, and his left hand swiftly tapped the old man's right wrist, causing the single-edged sword to slip from his grasp.

Old Gao was stunned for a moment. Yun Changkong already had a knife in his hand. He flipped the knife over and, with a hiss, the sword was in his hair, which was now disheveled.

Yun Changkong, disgusted by the old man's rude remarks to Xiao Zhao, wanted to embarrass him, so he swiftly poked his lower abdomen again.
The short old man hastily raised his knife to block, but little did he expect it to be a feint. As he parried, Yun Changkong flicked his wrist and, with a whoosh, severed the tall old man's beard.

With a flash of light, a soft hissing sound followed, and the belt and trousers were severed simultaneously.

Before Old Man Gao could react, he heard a "whoosh" as the single-edged sword was already sheathed.

The entire process—seizing the knife, shaving the hair, cutting the beard, trimming the trousers, and returning the knife—took only a split second.

Yun Changkong moved with ease and leisure from beginning to end, yet the speed of his movements, the skill of his strength, and the precision of his control were truly astonishing.

Everyone stared wide-eyed. Even when Old Man Gao's pants fell down, he didn't know to pull them up. No one laughed. It was as if time had frozen. Everyone was pale and just staring at Yun Changkong.

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "Forgive me." He then slowly stepped back.

Old Gao then remembered to pull up his pants. He was furious. He pulled up his pants with his right hand and slammed his left palm down on Yun Changkong's chest!
The martial arts of the Huashan School are as exquisite as their weaponry. When he was extremely angry, his palm strike was incredibly powerful.

Yun Changkong sneered without moving, while Xiao Zhao cried out in surprise as her hand was about a foot away from his chest.

Yun Changkong's long hair fluttered in the wind. With a bang, Old Man Gao was suddenly jolted by lightning, like a kite with a broken string being flung away. He crashed heavily off the platform and collapsed to the ground like a limp rag doll.

Zhou Dian's teeth chattered, and he said in a trembling voice, "Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill!"

Master Kongzhi sneered, "Today I'll show you the true methods of Shaolin martial arts. You demonic cultists are even more hateful. How could my senior brother Kongjian be harmed by Xie Xun? This villain must have used some despicable means; he is truly despicable!"

The monk Kongzhi had fought with Yun Changkong and realized that his internal energy contained many of the temple's unique skills. That's why his Great Sumeru Palm was like a mud ox entering the sea when he struck Yun Changkong. He felt that Yun Changkong's every move was a shadow of the temple's seventy-two unique skills. As long as he knew the moves, he could use them.

There were many martial arts experts on the field, and they all found it unbelievable. These people had no chance to witness the power of Kong Jian's "Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill" in person, but when they saw Yun Changkong, they all felt that Xie Xun had no ability to kill the monk Kong Jian.

Only then did everyone realize that Yun Changkong had been considerate of their feelings; this was merely ordinary force. Otherwise, if Old Man Gao's palm had struck him, he would have been either dead or crippled.

It should be noted that the Arhat Subduing Demon Skill is a culmination of Buddhist internal martial arts. All seventy-two Shaolin skills have corresponding internal martial arts, meaning that the essence of Buddhist internal martial arts is incorporated into it. Therefore, it is defined as the most exquisite internal martial art of Shaolin and is the key to Shaolin Temple's success.

Yun Changkong has cultivated for ten years and mastered the divine skill. How could he not have the ability to protect his body with the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill? How could he be harmed by the fists and feet of ordinary masters?

Everyone praised Yun Changkong's unparalleled martial arts skills, but he was already somewhat regretful, thinking, "I was a bit reckless and embarrassed the Huashan Sect. I felt good, but others hate me now. If I were to truly become the leader of the martial arts world, would I act like this?"

But he was open-minded and knew all along that he wasn't cut out for it; he was born to be a loner. This feeling of regret flashed through his mind and then disappeared.

Xiao Zhao whispered, "Is Young Master here to avenge Xiao Zhao?"

Upon hearing her words, Yun Changkong suddenly recalled her mother's words and immediately said calmly, "I did it for my own pleasure!"

His gaze swept over the crowd, a smile appearing on his face. Without saying another word, he turned and walked down from the platform.

After walking more than ten steps, I suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance beside me. I turned around and saw a yellow-faced man with two mustaches on his lips, his beautiful eyes staring at me.

Chang Kong laughed and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"I'm not aggrieved!" The man shook his head and said, "You, Hero Yun, possess unparalleled martial arts skills. Instead of thinking about becoming the leader of the martial arts world, why are you just running away?"

Yun Changkong sighed, "Trying to do good deeds is too exhausting, let alone becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance. What's wrong with treasures? It's just that the sin lies in people's hearts. I can only spout nonsense about Guo Jing's Dragon-Slaying Saber and Heaven-Reliant Sword!"

Zhao Min said, "Yes, water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it; it all depends on how it is used. You have a compassionate heart, but people are all different, and not everyone can understand you. When you were talking to Zhou Zhiruo, Song Qingshu's eyes were full of resentment. I'll have to be careful in the future."

Yun Changkong smiled leisurely and said, "There are some things I have to do. I'm fortunate if someone understands me, but if no one understands me, I'll walk alone. If Song Qingshu dares to lay a hand on you, I'll kill him!"

Zhao Min laughed and said, "Aren't you afraid of Zhang Sanfeng?"

Xiao Zhao laughed and said, "Actually, their elders all saw Song Qingshu's behavior, but it was difficult to punish him because there were so many people. I think if the Wudang Sect doesn't want to make a mess of things, they must discipline Song Qingshu. There probably won't be another person like him in the martial arts world."

Yun Changkong sighed, "Xiao Zhao, you are indeed clever. I wonder which bastard will benefit from this in the future. I'm just..."

Zhao Min smiled sideways, and Xiao Zhao blushed as well.

Yun Changkong's face flushed, and he suddenly said, "You've all come to see the show."

"What's the show?"

Zhao Min followed his finger and saw a green figure emerge from the Wudang Sect. With a "clang" in mid-air, a dragon's roar echoed, and the figure, sword and all, charged fiercely into the Ming Cult's formation.

(End of this chapter)