A man stands before the heavens, his sword emerges from the Emei Mountains.

As the sun set, the campfire crackled and popped in the twilight.

Yang An and Tang Zhihu hunted pheasants and roe deer, skinned them, and roasted them.

Chen Yu was still curious, so he moved a large stone and threw it. After a while, he heard a muffled sound of water coming from below Broken Heart Cliff. He then covered the stone with green vines and returned to the group. While eating, he recalled the love and hatred between the heroes and heroines of the Condor Heroes and couldn't help but sigh at the changes in everything. The once magnificent Valley of Heartbreak was now a desolate and ruined place.

"I wonder if the sect leader was able to wipe out the Five Poisons Sect after receiving the message?" Bei Jinyi suddenly said.

"Master hates evil as if it were his enemy. The Five Poisons Sect is now the rival of the Emei Sect. He will surely kill them all without leaving a single one alive," Su Mengqing said with a smile. "But don't worry, Junior Brother, Master will definitely capture them alive."

"What Senior Sister says is true." Chen Yu had just finished speaking when suddenly a crow flapped its wings in the distance, and the trees swayed.

"Something's up." Yang An leaped up and grabbed his sword.

In the blink of an eye, the air in the mountains, which had been quiet just moments before, became boiling. Withered branches and fallen leaves flew into the air, and the roars of two groups of people rushing out one after the other sounded like ferocious beasts devouring each other in the mountains.

"Where do you think you're going, you remnants of the evil cult?"

"Put down the child, and I will spare your lives; otherwise, I will execute you without mercy."

"Kill them."

"Let's go."

Chen Yu leaped ten feet into the air and landed on an old tree. He saw nearly a hundred people rushing out a mile away. Behind them were monks and laypeople, as well as Mongolian military officers. In front of them were about thirty people, including a burly man carrying a child on his back, with eight or nine people protecting him as they fought and retreated.

The pursuing group fired crossbow bolts and hidden weapons. The two men couldn't dodge in time and fell to the ground like tattered sacks in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Chang, let's go!"

A man lunged at a burly man who was chasing him, but was sent flying into the sky in a single exchange.

"It's the Tartars who are committing evil, kill the Tartars!" Tang Zhihu grabbed the cloth bag, flicked his wrist, and the spear hummed as it broke free of the bag's restraints and leaped out.

One of Abbess Miejue's long-cherished wishes was to expel the Tartars and restore China. This was also the first rule of the Emei Sect. Now, suddenly seeing the Tartars committing atrocities, Ji Xiaofu, Bei Jinyi, Li Mingxia, Ding Minjun and others drew their swords.

"Kill the Tartars, leave no one alive!" Ding Minjun shouted, and rushed out with her sword drawn.

All Chen Yu could think of was that one word, "Brother Chang."

The burly man with a thick beard and a towering figure was none other than Chang Yuchun, whom Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji had encountered on the Han River. The child must also be Zhou Ziwang's son.

Chen Yu remembered clearly that Zhou Ziwang started an uprising in Yuanzhou, Jiangxi, and declared himself emperor, with the state name "Zhou", but it was later suppressed by the Yuan army.

Could it be that Chang Yuchun was being chased in the Valley of Heartbreak, and after escaping, he wandered around and happened to meet Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji on the Han River?

There are skilled fighters among the pursuing Tartars. Why be so reckless? At least you could have discussed it and sent two junior brothers to secretly make a show of force.

Chen Yu looked at the crowd that had already rushed out, picked up a fire stick as thick as his wrist, guided his qi with his mind, and formed a circulation of internal energy between the Yang Qiao Meridian and the Yin Qiao Meridian. In an instant, his tendons were like a bowstring, his waist was the axis, his legs were like a bow, his body leaned slightly forward, and he rushed out like lightning.

The closer the distance felt like an illusion.

Ji Xiaofu and Ding Minjun rushed into the Tartar ranks first. Ji Xiaofu swiftly swung her sword several times, the sword light flowing like water, pressing out an arc in the air. A Tartar officer screamed and fell to the ground.

A Tartar soldier thrust his spear at Ding Minjun. The other soldier met the spearhead head-on, his longsword slashing along the shaft. Blood splattered, and the Tartar soldier lost an arm. Before he could retreat, he was stabbed to death by Li Mingxia, who was following Ding Minjun.

Chen Yu swiftly dodged a long sword, then grabbed a Tibetan monk by the neck with the Emei Small Capturing Hand technique. He pushed the monk backward with force, and another Tibetan monk stepped forward and struck his companion on the shoulder. Chen Yu then slammed the fire stick he had hidden behind him out with a thud.

Boom! Smoke and dust billowed, and sparks exploded.

The two Tibetan monks rolled on the ground like gourds, and only then did Chen Yu draw his sword and stab them to death.

The variables in the chaotic venue are dazzling.

After killing two people with his sword, Chen Yu approached Chang Yuchun. A burly man with a strong build, his muscles bulging out of his clothes, and a black mole on his cheek rushed towards Chang Yuchun with overwhelming killing intent.

Another figure, who was on a treetop more than ten feet away a moment ago, suddenly appeared beside Chang Yuchun and the big man like a ghost, using the slight force of the branch rebounding. He pointed at the big man with one finger and grabbed Chang Yuchun with the other.

Chen Yu's eyelids twitched violently.

Is it Ah San or Wei Yixiao?

Why would Wei Yixiao still target Chang Yuchun?

In an instant, Chen Yu understood the reason: Zhou Ziwang's uprising used the name of the Maitreya Sect, which was actually a branch of the "Ming Cult".

Wei Yixiao's target was Zhou Ziwang's orphan. The other party wanted to use the child to take control of the Maitreya Sect so that he could compete with Yang Xiao and the Five Elements Flag for the position of leader of the Ming Cult.

Wei Yixiao moved elusively, catching A-San off guard in the chaotic battle. But in an instant, his bones and muscles crackled and popped, and his abdominal muscles trembled violently, as if he had come alive, frantically squeezing towards the "Zhangmen acupoint".

"Pfft!" Wei Yixiao's finger struck as if it had landed on an iron plate. His fingertip was jolted and felt a sharp pain. A-San felt a chill spread like ice water along the Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian to which the acupoint belonged.

Ah San was taken aback. His roar was like a thunderclap. He stomped his foot heavily on the ground, turned to the side, and his entire arm muscles swelled up, unleashing a heavy punch.

Wei Yixiao unexpectedly changed the direction of the child's right hand that was grabbing it, and slapped it out with his palm.

boom……

The fist and palm struck each other, like a thunderclap. Wei Yixiao's face turned pale instantly, and he felt his chest heaving with energy that was hard to calm down.

How could this person be so powerful? Wei Yixiao slightly ground his feet, and with a breath of internal energy, he lifted his waist and abdomen, and his whole body soared into the air like a large bird.

The Indian man was tricked into first being hit by a finger and then by a palm strike, and he was not in good shape either, his body staggering backward.

Chang Yuchun seized the opportunity to escape and, under the protection of five or six men, rushed into another woodland shrouded in twilight.

A lose-lose situation?

Chen Yu saw it clearly and shouted, "Don't let these Tartars escape! Summon the heroes of the Five Immortals Sect and the Thunder and Lightning Gate, and leave no one alive!"

Upon hearing Chen Yu's voice, Yang An thought to himself, "How clever!"

Everyone carried a communication meteor. Yang An swung his sword and killed a Tartar officer he was fighting. He then freed his hand to take a tinderbox and ignite the meteor.

Bah!

Fireworks exploded brilliantly in the night sky, and the Indian man, whose luck was running cold, suddenly changed his expression.

A Tartar military officer shouted, "Let's go!"

The dozens of Tartars retreated while fighting, and Ding Minjun and Ji Xiaofu realized that the enemy team had hidden experts. As dusk deepened, they dared not pursue them any further. After making a show of force, they quickly escaped.

The group from the Maitreya sect had long since disappeared.

"What kind of people are these? They have no courage or loyalty whatsoever as heroes of the martial world," Su Mengqing said with considerable dissatisfaction.

"In such a critical moment, how can we care about each other?" Ji Xiaofu comforted her.

"Very well, let's just leave now that it's done." Su Mengqing smiled.

"This place is not safe to stay any longer; we should leave as soon as possible," Chen Yu hurriedly said.

"Junior brother is right." Ji Xiaofu and Bei Jinyi nodded in agreement.

"He's gone." Ding Minjun was annoyed that Maitreya Sect left without a word. Without saying much, she went straight to the campfire to get her bundle.

The fighting has ceased, and weary birds return to their nests.

As Chen Yu slung the bundle over his shoulder, his eyelids twitched wildly the moment his vision opened up, and he saw a figure standing on an old tree about five or six zhang away.

As the branches undulated, the figure resembled a night owl, seemingly tangible yet intangible.

Chen Yu's heart skipped a beat. Wei Yixiao and A-San had exchanged blows, their internal energy surging, causing the cold poison to take effect and try to suck people's blood.

"Four Symbols Sword Formation!" Chen Yu shouted.

Ji Xiaofu, Su Mengqing, Bei Jinyi, Yang An, and the others almost instinctively drew their swords and took their positions. Wei Yixiao's figure had already silently disappeared into the night and flew towards Chen Yu.

"Hiss hiss hiss."

Chen Yu flung out a handful of iron lotus seeds, then turned and headed straight for the Broken Heart Cliff, which was seven or eight zhang away.

……

As dusk fell, Chen Yu moved like a leopard, sending the withered grass on the ground flying up and falling back down. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at Broken Heart Cliff. Wei Yixiao's figure had already floated down, his deep, mocking voice slowly piercing through the night.

Keep going, keep running!

The moment Chen Yu turned around, he was grabbed and a sinister smile appeared on a face almost touching his nose. Without thinking, Chen Yu opened his mouth and bit Wei Yixiao, who was startled.

Taking advantage of Wei Yixiao's momentary distraction, Chen Yu wrapped his arms around the Bat King like plum branches, pushed off the ground with his right foot, and swung his body backward.

……

The wind howled, and suddenly Chen Yu heard a sharp cry, "Yu'er!"

"It's the sound of extinction."

The moment this thought entered Chen Yu's mind, Wei Yixiao used his inner energy to shake off Chen Yu's arms, and in a flash, he patted Chen Yu's shoulder. Using the force, Wei Yixiao's body flew like a crane, rising higher and higher before landing on the Broken Soul Cliff.

Chen Yu fell into the thick fog and instantly disappeared into it.