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

Chapter 117 Riding in a sedan chair is comfortable, carrying it is arduous

When Yun Changkong said this, the entire room fell silent, and everyone looked at each other with various expressions.

It's important to understand that although many people came to Bright Peak this time, their purposes differed. They could be broadly divided into three categories: those seeking revenge against Xie Xun, those wanting to seize the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and others...

Although no one could fully understand the secrets of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, they all knew that something that could make a saber the supreme weapon in the martial arts world must contain extraordinary secrets, and everyone had the desire to possess it.

Thirdly, they wanted to destroy the Demonic Sect.

However, he had never considered the idea of ​​a righteous-demonic alliance, let alone the election of a martial arts supreme. But given the righteous cause of expelling the Tartars, even those who did not want to participate dared not show it at this moment, and thus could not leave easily.

Song Qingshu said loudly, "Does Your Excellency consider yourself the supreme master of the martial arts world?"

Wang Xiaotian suddenly shouted, "Song Qingshu, what do you want? Today, Master Yun first spoke of Master Guo's dedication to the country and the people, and Master Kongjian's spreading of good deeds. We are all moved by the chivalry and righteousness of these seniors. Even those who have a grudge against Xie Xun, such as Master Taixuzi, would admit that they are full of sins, their hands are bloodied, and they would break their swords and leave."

"It is all because of Master Yun's unparalleled martial arts and vast knowledge that we have repented our past mistakes and resolved to expel the Tartars in our lifetime. You have repeatedly expressed your dissatisfaction with Master Yun. I ask you, what right do you have to question Master Yun here? Is the Wudang Sect lacking in talent, or has the martial arts world lost all its rules?"

Wang Xiaotian's words were sharp, yet they made the assembled heroes nod in agreement. This was because, given Yun Changkong's current reputation in the martial arts world, Song Qingshu was not on the same level as him and truly had no right to speak.

Just like in the original story, when Zhang Wuji asked the monk Kongzhi about something, the Shaolin monks angrily rebuked him for not being qualified to ask his master.

The number one person of the third generation of Wudang is, in the end, the third generation.

Song Qingshu's face flushed red, and he shouted, "Everyone can talk about what's going on in the world. What, your Beggars' Sect wants him to be the supreme martial arts master, and you won't allow others to have different opinions?"

Wang Xiaotian sneered, “What about my Beggars’ Sect? You, Song Qingshu, cannot represent the Wudang Sect, and the Wudang Sect cannot represent the people of the world!”

To be honest, the Beggars' Sect had a large and powerful force, and never took the Wudang Sect seriously. In the original story, when Song Qingshu joined the Beggars' Sect, he was bullied and no one took him, the third generation of Wudang, seriously.

Song Qingshu sneered, "So what if you're from the Beggars' Sect? Do you think you can intimidate people?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Everyone, I, Yun Changkong, am not a coward who goes back on his word. I came to Bright Peak not to seize any martial arts manuals, nor to stand up for any faction or sect, but simply to quell the conflict between the two sides and prevent unnecessary deaths and injuries."

"You've all given me face, and the fact that we can sit here peacefully without a single death or injury is a blessing for the martial arts world!"

“Amitabha!” Master Kongzhi said with his palms together, “Benefactor Yun is so compassionate, we are ashamed.”

"Amitabha!"

The monks chanted the Buddha's name in unison.

The assembled heroes nodded in agreement.

Yun Changkong shook his head and sighed, "You all say I am compassionate, or have a chivalrous heart, but that's too kind of you. I also know the principles of being a person. How can I sit idly by and watch Cheng Kun's conspiracy succeed, causing a catastrophe for the entire martial arts world?"

The assembled heroes exclaimed in unison, "Hero Yun has brought immense benefits to the martial arts world; we are deeply grateful!"

It should be noted that the heroes were not stupid. After seeing the Ming Cult's formation, they knew that if Yun Changkong did not order the Ming Cult to retreat, how many corpses would be left behind and how many lives would be lost if they went to Bright Peak.

In the original storyline, Zhang Wuji saved the Ming Cult at the last moment, after both sides had suffered heavy casualties!

With Yun Changkong by his side, countless people have been saved from disaster, which is why he took the Dragon-Slaying Saber upon himself.

Yun Changkong looked around and said, "You are all heroic men. I am but a humble man, and I have done my best. The most important thing is that you all understand the greater good. Those low-ranking figures in the martial arts world are the ones who have made the greatest contribution to saving the martial arts world from disaster!" As he spoke, he bowed to everyone.

The heroes were thrilled to hear this, rubbing their fists in anticipation. It turned out that they had saved the martial arts world from a catastrophe by not fighting and killing. Yun Changkong bowed to them, which was truly an honor!

Many people said excitedly, "We are so fortunate to have received such kindness from Master Yun!"

Yun Changkong waved his hand and said, "Don't think I'm just saying nice things. I, Yun Changkong, know that you have come all this way to Kunlun Mountain for various reasons, whether it's to seek revenge, seize treasures, or destroy demons, or even if there are Mongolian spies among you!"
But those who have the courage to climb to the summit of Brightness are true men of courage and integrity, and naturally understand the great righteousness of expelling the Tartars!
The saying goes, "A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years, while a petty person takes revenge from morning till night." Those who can resolve their grudges quickly and easily are true heroes, something those petty thugs and mediocre people simply cannot understand!

"That is!"

"Not bad!"

"What's there to say!"

The heroes echoed each other's sentiments.

Yun Changkong was not only a master of martial arts, but also exceptionally intelligent. He knew the allure of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, so he took it for himself and used his divine skills to intimidate the crowd, preventing others from daring to act!
As for Xie Xun's matter, he didn't take it seriously. This was because Xie Xun's enemies were not local ruffians, but rather people with great reputations in the martial arts world or those with extensive family connections.

Therefore, Xie Xun became a cripple in the original story, and no one was willing to take revenge.

The reason they were able to become famous in the martial arts world is that each of them had extraordinary abilities. They were not unprincipled bandits who believed that taking revenge on a cripple would only bring shame to their family and their deceased relatives.

Therefore, when Yun Changkong presented the deeds of Master Kongjian, he immediately wiped away the desire for revenge from some people.

Whether it's learning from the virtuous or seeking personal fame, it's all because Yun Changkong's actions are highly targeted.

If Xie Xun's enemies were all thugs with the mentality of taking advantage of someone's illness to kill them, and not caring about who they were, then Yun Changkong's methods would definitely be useless.

But Xie Xun was proud and arrogant, and he didn't care to kill local ruffians and mediocre people. Of course, those people didn't have the courage to come to Bright Peak to take revenge!
Therefore, the matter of seeking revenge against Xie Xun can be considered to have come to an end.

As for martial arts manuals, everyone has the desire to improve. Those who practice martial arts will inevitably want to learn and practice advanced techniques. So, the only way is to demonstrate with personal experience, using the Wudang School as an example. However, this would be offensive to them, so Song Yuanqiao and the others wanted to leave to avoid embarrassment.

However, Yun Changkong didn't care about offending a small number of people in order to prevent a major infighting among the heroes. Now that Abbess Miejue of Emei had been persuaded with the secret of "Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber", and Shaolin and Wudang had stopped making moves, and the Beggars' Sect had befriended him, Yun Changkong had divided and undermined the intentions of everyone who came here, and he was going to take the opportunity to propose an alliance.

Yun Changkong said, "However, driving out the Tartars is not something that can be done by talking; it requires real action, fighting and killing."

No matter who among the heroes present has a grudge against whom, there will be endless bloodshed, spilled on every part of the land of China. It is possible that even if you do not kill your enemy, he will die!

Perhaps I am among them, someone who is about to retire from the world!
But even though death is inevitable, some deaths are heavier than Mount Tai, while others are lighter than a feather. Most of those present were at the very bottom of society. To die fighting for fame and fortune for powerful figures, even if hundreds or thousands were killed or injured, would mean nothing more than being buried in a ditch, leaving no trace; no one would care whether you lived or died!

There's a saying that riding in a sedan chair is comfortable, but carrying it is hard. But I, Yun Changkong, am an ordinary person. I'm not some big shot. I care about the lives of those who carry the sedan chair!

I believe that even if we have to die, we should die with value and meaning! It is foolish to give up our lives for the momentary pleasure of some people!

Imagine, we die to drive out the Tartars, and others may not remember us, but the people in our ancestral hall will definitely remember us, and perhaps the county annals will also record it.

Once you have a good reputation, you might even be able to be the first to offer incense at the sacrificial ceremony!

This illustrates the principle that even when blood is shed, the mindset can be vastly different.

If you still don't believe it, look at those who fight for their country and nation, even if they are destined to die. They inspire lofty aspirations, and thus they are willing to sacrifice their lives and leave their names in history!

For example, the Yang family generals and the Yue family army!
This is why martial arts practitioners advocate for uprightness and honesty, because only with righteous intentions and a righteous mind can the power of martial arts be brought into play.

"So, disciples of all sects, if you were to die today, would you rather die for the benefit or hatred of a particular person, or for the suffering of the people and the safety of the nation?"

"Of course, it's for the sake of the people's suffering and the safety of the nation!"

The crowd cheered loudly, especially the Beggars' Sect disciples and Ming Cult members, their voices like a thousand horses galloping forward, or like thunder chariots rolling, deafeningly loud.

"I believe!"

Yun Changkong's voice, sharp as metal, silenced the cheers of thousands: "Especially the Beggars' Sect and the brothers of the Ming Cult!" His gaze shifted to Song Qingshu: "The Wudang Sect was established too late, and Young Master Song's knowledge is limited. Naturally, you don't know that during the Song Dynasty, the Beggars' Sect had the great hero Xiao Feng, and that the Beggars' Sect assisted the Yang family in resisting the Liao Dynasty. Nor do you know that the Beggars' Sect elders assassinated the Western Xia commander-in-chief, averting war between the two countries. As for Xiao Feng's sacrifice at Yanmen Pass to prevent the Liao emperor's southern invasion, earning the admiration of countless people, you know even less!"

You probably don't know that during the time when Chief Hong was in power, the Jin Kingdom tried to coerce and entice the Beggars' Clan to withdraw from the north, but the Beggars' Clan elders and disciples refused to yield and shed their blood on Xuanyuan Platform.
Then came the defense of Xiangyang, where thousands of senior disciples fought several battles against the Mongol army, shedding their blood on the battlefield. Did you know that?

What right do you have to talk about the Beggars' Sect or whether it's great or not?
The Beggars' Sect has been the largest martial arts sect for centuries and a paragon of chivalry. Do you think the heroes of the world are blind and merely going through the motions?

These words stirred up the Beggars' Sect, and all the heroes nodded in agreement!
Song Qingshu felt ashamed. He knew about the Beggars' Clan's past and how Hong Qigong was respected by both the righteous and the wicked.

Although the Wudang Sect boasts the unparalleled master Zhang Sanfeng, the sect is too young; the Seven Heroes of Wudang have only been accepting disciples for a few years, resulting in a small number of followers. This time, only a dozen or so people have come. How can their prestige compare to that of the Beggars' Sect, a behemoth with tens of thousands of disciples? Therefore, in terms of reputation, the Wudang Sect is currently at a higher level, but in terms of strength, it is far from sufficient.

Yun Changkong turned his gaze to the Ming Cult heroes: "You have a long-standing feud with the Beggars' Sect, but I also know that the Ming Cult has always been dissatisfied with the government that oppresses the people. The former leader Fang La once led a rebellion during the reign of Emperor Huizong, which is also the reason why Huang Shang massacred your cult's envoy, the Dharma King!"
The past is past, but the spirit of resisting oppression is worthy of our emulation. Would your esteemed sect be willing to set aside past grievances with the Beggars' Sect and all the heroes of the land, and join forces to resist the Yuan dynasty?

The Ming Cult had no leader and fought independently, but this could not be revealed at this moment. For a moment, all eyes were on Yang Xiao, the Left Envoy, who held the most prestigious position.
However, the Wudang Sect members showed signs of anxiety. Yin Liting's lack of revenge did not mean they were willing to join forces with Yang Xiao, who had insulted the Wudang Sect.

Yang Xiao himself felt guilty towards the Wudang Sect, and sighed, saying, "I am not qualified to make a decision on this matter!" He then turned his gaze to Yin Tianzheng.

"Then who can make the decision? Leader Yin?"

Yun Changkong's voice was as cold as ice, his gaze fixed on Yin Tianzheng.

Yin Tianzheng was in the same situation. He and the Five Elements Flag were like fire and water, so how could he issue orders?

Yun Changkong suddenly burst into loud laughter, the sound of which shook the mountains and valleys.

The crowd didn't know why he was laughing.

After laughing, Yun Changkong said, "Alright, the Ming Cult has no leader, so naturally no one can make decisions. The Beggar Clan and the Ming Cult have been locked in a stalemate for a hundred years, resulting in the deaths of countless heroes and extraordinary individuals. I, Yun Changkong, will take the liberty of resolving this problem."

Today you all know each other's pasts, and in fact, we all share the same goal: to resist oppression. So, can we simply wipe the slate clean of past grievances? Chief Shi, what do you think?

Shi Huolong said, "If the Ming Cult does not hold grudges, my Beggars' Sect will naturally act accordingly."

"Good!" Yun Changkong clasped his hands and said, "Chief Shi is a man of great wisdom and righteousness, worthy of being the leader of a gang. Today, I only wanted to prevent a catastrophe in the martial arts world. Now that my goal has been achieved, the reason for electing the supreme martial arts master is simply because a bird cannot fly without a head. We are all from different parts of the country. Now that we are here, we must put forward a plan on how to unify our actions and commands."

However, this matter is of great importance and far-reaching impact, and cannot be decided in a short time. Let's discuss it together!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Before they came here, they hadn't considered electing any martial arts supreme leader to oversee the matter. This wasn't just talk; it required money, manpower, and effort. Yun Changkong's sudden proposal naturally left them in a difficult position. At this moment, the assembled heroes began to discuss the matter amongst themselves.

Yun Changkong smiled slightly, lifted his foot, and was in front of Zhang Wuji. The distance of several feet was as close as inches. He said, "Brother Zeng, how are the Five Elders' injuries?"

The five elders of Kongtong Temple said in unison, "Much better."

Zong Weixia smiled and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master Yun."

Yun Changkong shook his head and said, "You should thank someone else."

Zong Weixia was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Indeed, indeed, Young Hero Zeng is truly a man of great benevolence and righteousness, a rare find in this world!"

Zhang Wuji said, "How dare I accept the words 'great benevolence and righteousness'? The poison accumulated by the seniors when they practiced the Seven Injury Fist should be gradually removed within two or three years. If there is anything else I can do to help, I will certainly obey!"

The five elders all said, "Thank you, thank you!" They bowed and stepped aside, their gratitude very sincere.
Because Zhang Wuji had mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill and was also proficient in Hu Qingniu's medical skills, he had focused on healing the injuries of the group while Yun Changkong was talking to them. They all felt that their muscles, bones and blood vessels were in harmony and smooth, as if they had been cleansed and reborn. How could they not be grateful?

Yun Changkong laughed loudly, clasped his hands and said, "Young Master Zeng, you are a man of great benevolence and extraordinary skills. You are worthy of respect and admiration. I have no other intention than to learn a few of your unique skills from you."

These words left everyone somewhat puzzled.

This is because Yun Changkong's martial arts skills are so high and his reputation so great that he can be considered the best in the world.

Although Zhang Sanfeng is still alive, he is too old, so no one thinks that Yun Changkong is no match for him.

Furthermore, Zhang Sanfeng has been famous for too long, and all those who fought against him are dead. Not everyone can live to be over a hundred years old, so the power of his attacks is unknown to others.

Back then, Zhang Sanfeng captured Hebi Weng at Zixiao Palace, but Hebi Weng did not make a move, and others did not know his identity or his abilities, so they naturally did not think it was a remarkable achievement.

Yun Changkong, however, was different. He made several moves, whether in Jiaxing in Jiangnan, Kaifeng, the Han River, or the Yellow Crane Tower. The number of people he saw was countless. As word spread throughout the martial arts world, his influence was so great that no one else in the world could compare to him!
But at this moment, heroes from all over the world have gathered, and Yun Changkong is going to fight Zeng Aniu. It's really strange!

Although Zeng Aniu's swift defeat of the Kongtong master was indeed an extraordinary achievement, no one thought he could be compared to Yun Changkong.

Therefore, none of the heroes knew what Yun Changkong was up to.

Zhang Wuji was momentarily stunned.

Having already sparred with Yun Changkong and realizing his immense skill, he knew he was no match for him. He waved his hand and said, "No, no, my meager skills are hardly worthy of being asked for instruction!"

Yun Changkong smiled and said, "A man cannot say he is incapable, and you should not underestimate yourself. You possess unparalleled skills and have a kind heart, a rare sight in the martial arts world. Since I started my career, I have been invincible. Since I have the honor of being here, it would be a shame not to learn from you!"

The crowd was confused. What kind of reason was it for you to ask me to teach you martial arts?

Zhang Wuji scratched his head, looking quite puzzled, and said, "What does this mean? I don't understand."

"What's there to not understand?" Yun Changkong laughed and said, "The path of martial arts has no end, so the superior martial arts are about cultivating the mind rather than refining qi. You have already transcended life and death and cultivated profound skills, achieving perfect merit long ago. Your inner strength has long been among the best in the world, no less than that of Master Zhang. Now you have even learned the Ming Cult's Great Shift of Heaven and Earth mental technique, and your martial arts have already reached an extraordinary level."

To put it arrogantly, among the current figures in the martial arts world, who else but me can fight you one-on-one? What are you still refusing for?

Everyone who heard this was shocked!
Is Zeng Aniu really that amazing?

Not only were outsiders gossiping, but even the heroes of the Ming Cult were unimpressed upon hearing this.

Yang Xiao and the others heard from Yun Changkong that Zhang Wuji had gone to practice the Great Shift of the Universe, but they would never have imagined that in just half a day, he would surpass all the previous leaders of the Ming Cult and reach the unprecedented seventh level.

However, Yun Changkong did not speak falsehoods, leaving them no room for doubt.

Those who practice martial arts all aspire to witness exquisite martial arts skills.

Yin Tianzheng immediately said, "Young Master Zeng, Master Yun is a unique figure in the martial arts world. Since he has such an interest, why don't you take a few moves from him? Facing him, victory is certainly a joy, and defeat is also a pleasure. Just fight without restraint!"

Zhang Wuji, outwardly gentle but inwardly resolute, felt a fire ignite within him. Those who practice martial arts naturally possess a competitive spirit, and given Zhang Wuji's deep respect for his grandfather and his knowledge of Yun Changkong's prowess—the outcome of a match would greatly impact him—his ambition surged. He clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "Since you, sir, think so highly of me, it is an honor to have the chance to test my skills! Please!"

Yun Changkong raised his right palm and said, "I dare not call myself a master, but I will go all out this time. If you show any mercy, don't blame me if you die by my hand!"

As he spoke, everyone saw his wide sleeves bulge and roll up, revealing half of his arm.

Everyone was horrified, knowing that Yun Changkong's palm strike contained immense power, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. They then turned to look at Zhang Wuji, who stood focused, his gaze unwavering. Yin Tianzheng said, "Be extremely careful!" and stepped aside.

Zhang Wuji naturally dared not be careless. He gathered his inner energy, protected his vital points, and prepared for the enemy.

Yun Changkong shouted, "Be careful!" In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Zhang Wuji, and he struck out with a "Frost-Treading Ice-Breaking Palm".

Zhang Wuji immediately felt an extremely strong and fierce force crashing down on him, like a raging wave crashing against the shore. In addition to gathering his true energy to protect his vital points, he also used the technique from the seventh level of the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" to catch it with a wave of his hand.

As Yun Changkong's palms met Zhang Wuji's, he felt that the other's strength was soft, like cotton, yet it was dense and endless, and the palm force was unpredictable. He thought to himself, "What a fine Qiankun Great Shift technique to find flaws and exploit weaknesses."

Zhang Wuji felt that his opponent's palm was like iron ice. At first, it seemed easy to deal with, but he felt that his palm was full of great power, like waves crashing one after another. He was greatly shocked and thought to himself, "What kind of palm power is this? Not to mention that his palm power contains cold energy, this kind of powerful palm power alone is not easy to withstand."

Both men knew that such force, like a taut bowstring, would inevitably rebound and injure themselves if sustained for too long. In an instant, they each transformed into sheer force.

"boom!"

A tremendous whirlwind swept up from the ground, stirring up dust and grass, which swirled and flew about.

Such a display of power was unprecedented, and the crowd exclaimed in unison, "Amazing!"

With shouts, two figures were sent flying backwards.

When Zhang Wuji floated outwards, he was like a paper effigy, blown away by a gust of wind.

Yun Changkong's body was three feet off the ground, as if he were walking against the wind, and he retreated like an arrow.

Upon seeing this, the heroes were taken aback.

Only then did I realize that Zeng Aniu was indeed extraordinary.

It's because everyone could see that Yun Changkong was absolutely not holding back!
Especially Abbess Miejue, she was a master of martial arts in her time. Not only was her knowledge unparalleled, but her understanding was also vast and profound. She knew that Zeng Aniu's internal strength and lightness skills were superior to hers. She had used the Heaven Sword against him before, but it was of little use. She also developed a fondness for Yun Changkong.

It's too late, but it's soon.

Yun Changkong flew two zhang straight up, his body slightly sinking, his toes lightly touching the ground, his body rising three zhang diagonally, and his palms pressed down on Zhang Wuji's head again.

"The flying dragon is in the sky!"

Shi Huolong saw it clearly.

Zhang Wuji's martial arts skills improved by leaps and bounds. He exchanged a palm strike with Yun Changkong without being at a disadvantage, which greatly boosted his confidence.
Seeing Yun Changkong's unstoppable downward momentum, the "Seven Injury Fist Technique" flowed through his mind. He straightened his back, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and he threw a punch upward to meet the attack.

The two fists and palms collided, creating a loud explosion in mid-air. The sound was like thunder, and stones flew and sand was blown away. Within a radius of five or six zhang, a cloud of dust rose.

Even those ten feet away felt the fierce scorching wind and immense force, making it difficult to breathe, and each used their internal energy to resist.

The instant their fists and palms clashed, Yun Changkong felt that the opponent's fist force was sometimes fierce and sometimes gentle, sometimes strong within gentle, sometimes gentle within strong, sometimes strong within gentle, sometimes horizontal, sometimes vertical, sometimes internal, and it was ever-changing.

Zhang Wuji felt as if Yun Changkong's palm force was layered upon layer. As his fist force broke through one layer, another layer came, gradually wearing away the yin and soft power in his fist force.

But when their forces clashed, Zhang Wuji was jolted back five or six steps before regaining his footing.

At the same time, Yun Changkong somersaulted out and landed diagonally.

Everyone was speechless again. Who could withstand Yun Changkong's attack?
But Zeng Aniu caught it again?
Everyone in the Ming Cult was overjoyed, but some were happy while others were resentful!
Song Qingshu's face was deathly pale. He bit his lip and glared fiercely at Zhang Wuji.

He never expected that this disheveled young man would have such skill; how could he possibly match him?

Yun Changkong suddenly burst into laughter, his voice shaking the heavens, and said, "Good heavens, people say that a person should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation. You've already made me lose my composure after just half a day. Impressive, impressive!"

Zhang Wuji clasped his hands and said, "My success today is entirely due to the guidance and support of Hero Yun."

"Don't!" Yun Changkong flicked his sleeve and said, "I won't accept this favor. This is all your good fortune. But I still have one more palm strike, which will gather all my strength. Be careful!"

As he spoke, he lowered his waist and shoulders, circled and rubbed his arms, and slowly pushed out his right palm.

"Mount Sumeru Palm!"

Master Kongzhi and Master Kongxing looked at each other in bewilderment.

Kong Zhi once used this palm technique, and Yun Changkong took a turn and learned it.

At this moment, he seemed to be asking a question like an old monk, his palm movements slow and deliberate, but a strong wind arose, and a cloud of dust shot into the sky.

In an instant, an earthen wall formed and pressed down on Zhang Wuji.

The surrounding heroes, though all renowned figures in the martial arts world, were all greatly shocked by the sight before them, knowing that Yun Changkong's palm wind was so concentrated that it did not dissipate, which was why the dust had formed an earthen wall.

This scene made them hold their breath, staring intently at Zhang Wuji without blinking.

Zhang Wuji was several feet away from Yun Changkong, but he felt an immense pressure from all directions. He felt a powerful sense of oppression and impact. He stood still, pushed the Nine Yang Divine Skill to its limit, and stretched out his five fingers, as if playing a zither. He waved them forward, and the five streams of energy immediately made a hissing sound.

(End of this chapter)