Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The three were forced to separate.

"Hmph, the Seven Injury Fist? Even the Lion King knows it, and you five haven't even..."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

Yin Tianzheng's ears twitched slightly.

Someone's backing them up?!

This was an instinct he had honed over decades of navigating the martial world; even with his hands and feet bound by five old men, the hairs on the back of his neck still stood on end.

"Master! Watch out—!"

One of the disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect, who had been paying attention to the old sect leader, immediately shouted out.

Yin Tianzheng had already begun to turn to the side, but how could the Five Elders of Kongtong let him go?

The five of them combined their strength to unleash the Seven Injury Fist!

It happened right at this crucial juncture.

Yin Tianzheng was ruthless enough to withstand the combined attack from all five of them with his bare hands!

He was struck squarely on the back by a palm strike!

"puff--"

Yin Tianzheng grunted and used his inner energy to send the Five Elders of Kongtong flying!

He staggered forward two steps.

He turned his head to look at the person who had made the move behind him.

The middle-aged Shaolin monk had a square face, two thick tufts of beard, and a cold look in his eyes.

……

On the other side, King Yin Ye happened to catch a glimpse of this scene.

The father was ambushed, which slowed his movements by a fraction.

That one moment of distraction.

Xu Zhu's left elbow slammed into his chest in an instant.

The right palm follows up and strikes at the waist.

Use your left hand to grasp the acupoints.

The Qihu acupoint is locked.

He used the three techniques of snatching the pearl in his dragon claw with such fluidity and mastery that he was completely proficient.

Yin Yewang spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes fixed on Xu Zhu with a sinister look.

"...You little monk."

Xu Zhu lowered his head, his voice sounding somewhat apologetic.

"I'm sorry, Benefactor Yin."

……

Yin Wufu, Yin Wulu, and Yin Wushou, these three brothers followed Yin Tianzheng for most of their lives.

Just as the Shaolin monk who had launched the sneak attack was about to advance further, three figures had already arrived in front of Yin Tianzheng and his son.

They managed to force the middle-aged monk to retreat.

Yin Wufu and Yin Wulu supported Yin Tianzheng and Yin Yewang on either side, asking, "Master! Are you alright?!"

The father and son were both unable to speak, so they found a place to sit cross-legged and used their internal energy to protect their heart meridians.

On the periphery, the disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect began to move inward, surrounding the two in the center.

Yin Wushou turned around and spat at the Shaolin monk who had launched the sneak attack.

"Pah! You Shaolin monks are truly despicable!"

"Amitabha."

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together, his expression calm. "I had no choice but to deal with these stubborn and unyielding cultists."

This is the wrathful Vajra of Buddha, no ordinary battle; benefactor, please do not judge it by ordinary standards.

"Bullshit!"

Yin Wufu wasn't about to tolerate these bald monks. "A sneak attack from behind? You call that the wrath of Buddha? You bald monks are getting more and more shameless!"

Yin Wulu joined in the cursing, his voice rising even higher.

Yin Wushou rolled up his sleeves, wishing he could go up and kill the monk.

Xu Zhu stood behind the monk, listening to the three men's vile insults. He felt a little uncomfortable and lowered his head to speak quietly.

"Uncle-Master Yuanzhen, isn't this... a bit too much..."

"Xu Zhu".

Yuanzhen looked at Xuzhu with a solemn expression.

"The members of the Demonic Sect are all wicked people. What we are doing today is simply giving them a taste of their own medicine. Say no more."

Xu Zhu shut his mouth and said no more.

The Sky Eagle Cult, their strongest ally, was thrown into chaos.

The entire Ming Cult collapsed as a result.

on the square.

The attacks of the six major sects became increasingly fierce, breaking through the formations of the two Five Elements Flags, the Round Moon Flag and the Giant Wood Flag.

The remaining three flag leaders gritted their teeth and held on, having suffered countless wounds to their chests and backs, and began to slowly retreat with the rest of their men.

Yang Xiao has maintained the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth until now, drawing upon and transforming countless forces.

Unfortunately, the Five Wanderers' morale plummeted after Zhou Dian's incident, and they became preoccupied with the immediate problem rather than the long-term consequences.

No matter how good Wei Yixiao's lightness skill was, once he was struck by the Vajra Palm, the backlash from the technique left him unable to resist.

Peng Yingyu was struck on the left shoulder by a palm strike and fell back two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters). The Taoist priest's robe was covered in blood.

In the center of the square, there were circles of people.

The outermost layer consists of the six major sects, their formation spread out extremely wide.

The middle layer consists of disciples of the Ming Cult and the Eagle Cult.

At this moment, everyone was facing away from the inner circle, as if they were using their flesh and blood to build the last line of defense.

Inside the innermost group were Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, the Five Wanderers, Yin Tianzheng and his son, and a dozen or so guardian leaders of the Sky Eagle Sect.

Abbess Miejue held the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Standing on the outer edge, scanning inwards.

Her complexion was not good.

The casualties among the six major sects today far exceeded expectations before the event.

Of the disciples from the Shaolin, Huashan, Kongtong, and Kunlun sects who were able to walk in, less than 30% are probably still breathing.

All of this must be attributed to the Ming Cult!

"Today," Extinction began.

His voice was as cold as ice: "That will be the time when your Ming Cult is destroyed."

No one from the Ming Cult responded to the old nun.

The Ming Cult disciples on the periphery did not disperse; they stood with their backs to the inside, facing the six major sects, alongside Yang Xiao and other high-ranking members.

Everyone in the inner circle closed their eyes.

Knowing he was powerless to resist, Yang Xiao murmured, "Burn my broken body, blazing holy fire."

It is a hymn to the Ming Cult.

Peng Yingyu continued.

"What joy is there in living, what sorrow in dying?"

Following them were Tie Guan Dao Ren, Leng Qian, Shuo Bu De, the Five Elements Flag Master, and the Dharma Protector Leader of the Tianying Sect.

More and more followers chanted together.

"To do good and eliminate evil is solely for the sake of light."

The sounds layered upon each other, from low and hoarse to clear and even.

Yang Xiao opened his eyes, and something in his gaze cleared away at the last moment.

He glanced at Yin Tianzheng and forced a smile.

"Eagle King...you really shouldn't have come."

Despite his severe injuries, Yin Tianzheng sat cross-legged with his back still straight, and there was no regret on his face.

"What a joke!" the White-browed Eagle King declared loudly. "I am the Dharma King of the Ming Cult, what's wrong with my return?"

He paused, then glanced at Yuanzhen, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Unfortunately, this is the first time in my life that I have ever seen a bald monk from Shaolin who is such a scoundrel who attacks from behind."

He scoffed with disdain, "It's truly an eye-opener."

Yuanzhen clenched his fists and didn't reply.

On the surface, he appeared righteous and dignified, but in his heart he thought: "Keep talking nonsense. Once you're all dead, the group leader will take down these six major sects at the foot of the mountain."

When that time comes, I, Chengkun, will be the National Preceptor of Mongolia, and everything will have been worthwhile.

It's a pity that the explosives he planted won't have a chance to be used.

The hymns in the square continued.

Joy and sorrow, all return to dust.

"Pity us mortals, for we suffer so much."

As Abbess Miejue listened to the hymn, her brows furrowed, and she raised her Heaven-Shattering Sword.

"Still barking and howling! Today, no one can save you bunch of evil cult traitors!"

The sword light of the Heaven-Shattering Sword condensed.

Behind Miejue, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes searched the battlefield again and again.

They never found that figure.

"Junior Sister Zhiruo, are you looking for someone?"

A gentle voice rang out; it was Song Qingshu.

This kid somehow slipped over to Emei and, seeing Zhou Zhiruo looking for someone, assumed it was one of Emei's senior or junior sisters.

Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes.

This guy named Song Qingshu had been trying to get close to her ever since the six major sects gathered.

What if the owner sees it and misunderstands?

He took two steps back.

"Senior Brother Song, please have some self-respect. Men and women should not touch each other."

Song Qingshu: "—!!!!!"

The moment Abbess Miejue made her move.

The masters of the six major sects simultaneously prepared for the final battle.