Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

"Even Master Kongwen couldn't beat him, yet he can't beat this guy surnamed Xiao?"

"Just how strong is this guy surnamed Xiao?"

Not only them, but also the members of the Ming Cult were all startled.

Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and the Five Wanderers all had undisguised fear in their eyes.

They had the same idea before—Zhang Wuji was a kid that even Master Kongwen would admit defeat to.

Let alone others, Yang Xiao and the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng themselves knew that they were no match for Kong Wen.

Zhang Wuji was already an invincible figure on Bright Peak.

But who would have thought that such a top expert would be beaten up like this by that guy surnamed Xiao?

Could it be that... the martial arts world of the Central Plains is truly doomed?

Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines. Staring at Zhang Wuji on the ground, their minds were filled with the same thought: If even he couldn't handle it, who could?

Mo Shenggu of the Wudang Sect immediately turned red when he saw how badly his nephew was injured.

He suddenly drew his sword and roared, "Wuji, this is yours, Seventh Uncle!"

After saying that, he was about to rush forward.

However, Song Yuanqiao grabbed him and shouted, "Seventh Brother, don't be impulsive! You're no match for him!"

This is true.

Even Zhang Wuji couldn't withstand Xiao Yaoqing, so for Mo Shenggu to go up there would be suicide.

Mo Shenggu certainly understood this principle. But he felt aggrieved.

What angered him was that Xiao Yaoqing had been so ruthless, beating his own Wuji child to such a state.

What she resented was her own incompetence; she didn't even have the right to stand up for Zhang Wuji.

"Senior Brother, what should we do now?"

Song Yuanqiao's eyes darkened, and he glanced back at Xiao Yaoqing from afar, his voice low: "The only way now is to return to the mountain immediately and ask Master to come down."

"Should we ask for a master?"

Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu were both startled.

Who is their master? It's Zhang Sanfeng!

A legendary figure who commands respect throughout the entire martial arts world.

Does this mean... we have to have that old man take action himself?

Their minds were in turmoil, but neither dared to refute the argument. They knew that if Zhang Sanfeng hadn't come, who among them could possibly harm Xiao Yaoqing?

"Xiao Yaoqing, you're amazing!"

Zhao Min's voice came from behind, filled with barely concealed excitement.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't turn around, but waved to her, signaling her not to come closer.

Zhang Wuji has taken care of it, so who's next?

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over each of the six major sects.

Everyone he saw shrank back. No one dared to meet his eyes.

Even the usually arrogant sects like Huashan, Kunlun, and Kongtong lowered their heads, wishing they could disappear on the spot.

Do they still dare to hold a grudge against Xiao Yaoqing?

Do you want to die?

Xiao Yaoqing looked at this group of "righteous and awe-inspiring" people.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, as he spoke of a reputable and righteous sect.

Then he gently raised his hand, his tone indifferent:

"Who else?"

"Please wait, everyone."

His tone was calm, but the oppressive feeling he exuded sent chills down one's spine.

Upon hearing this, the masters from the six major sects stumbled and instinctively trembled.

The Ming Cult members looked at each other, completely bewildered.

They originally thought that the biggest variable today would be Zhang Wuji.

Who would have thought that in the end it would be this young man surnamed Xiao from Baoyuan who became the one?

How are we going to handle this?

The only ones who haven't fought Xiao Yaoqing yet are Abbess Miejue and Abbot Kongwen.

Abbess Miejue turned her head to look at Abbot Kongwen beside her.

"master?"

Kong Wen froze when she called out to him.

He understood the meaning in Miejue's eyes.

"Amitabha."

Kong Wen chanted a Buddhist prayer once, his voice deep and muffled.

"This old monk couldn't even defeat Benefactor Zhang just now. Now that Benefactor Zhang has lost to Benefactor Xiao, this old monk's skills are even less of a match for Benefactor Xiao."

Once those words were spoken, everyone understood.

Kong Wen has admitted defeat.

He had just wanted to talk to Xiao Yaoqing about it.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that even Zhang Wuji, who could defeat him, had been defeated. What face did he have left to offer himself up?

If Kong Wen admits defeat, then only Abbess Miejue is left.

Xiao Yaoqing's gaze shifted to Miejue.

That look in his eyes was anything but gentle.

He disliked the old nun from the very beginning.

He kept stirring things up from the sidelines.

The first time, he went to replicate Zhang Wuji's skills.

It was this Abbess Miejue who attacked him without even asking what happened.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend; this old nun is completely unreasonable.

Later, when the Yihua Palace besieged Emei, they helped them.

As a result, the Abbess Miejue didn't even say thank you.

It is born by heart.

This extinction had a mean-looking face.

People are the same; some people are just annoying to look at.

Xiao Yaoqing thought that the next step was to fight the old nun.

Unexpectedly, Abbess Miejue suddenly put the Heaven Sword away.

"The six major sects suffered considerable losses today. I think we need to reconsider the siege of Bright Peak."

"Emei Sect, farewell."

After saying that, she waved to the door behind her.

I really intend to just leave like this.

No one expected that Extinction would pull this stunt.

At this moment, Zhao Min took a step forward and raised her voice:

The abacus beads from Abbess Miejue's abacus are almost falling into people's faces.

"You were the one who led the attack on Bright Peak, and you were also the one who threw dirty water on us."

"Now look what's happened. You've provoked all the masters of the six major sects with just a few words, leaving a large number of them injured. And now that it's your turn, you're running away faster than anyone else?"

As soon as Zhao Min finished speaking, the people from the six major sects all turned their heads and stared at the Emei Sect.

The look in Abbess Miejue's eyes instantly turned cold.

Thinking about it carefully, Zhao Min's words made perfect sense.

Didn't you, the Extinction General, unite everyone to deal with the Yuan Dynasty people first?

Okay, all of us from different factions charged in, and what was the result? Some were injured, and some were crippled.

Your Emei Sect has been all talk and no action from beginning to end.

That's some serious cunning.

Abbess Miejue sensed the barb in Zhao Min's words and paused in her tracks.

His brow furrowed slightly.

She knew perfectly well that this girl was deliberately stirring up trouble, trying to make the six major sects hate her.

She turned around and glared at Zhao Min, but quickly suppressed her anger and spoke coldly:

"You think I can't see through your little scheme?"

"You want to wipe out all the masters from the six major sects on Bright Peak, and then let your Yuan soldiers come and pick up the pieces?"

"Ha, I, Extinction, don't fall for your tricks!"

After saying that, she waved her hand:

"Walk!"

The Emei Sect members followed behind Abbess Miejue and retreated from Bright Peak without looking back.

Is he really gone?

Xiao Yaoqing was stunned for a moment. This old nun, has she finally learned her lesson?

But he didn't notice that in the distant dense forest, Lianxing's gaze was fixed on Abbess Miejue like a nail, or more precisely, on the Heaven-Slaying Sword at her waist.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and her lips moved slightly:

"Is it you who's been bullying Brother Xiao Yaoqing?"

Before she finished speaking, a cold smile appeared on her lips, and with a flicker of her figure, she disappeared from the spot, vanishing without a trace.

On Bright Summit.

The people from the Huashan, Kunlun, and Kongtong sects had long wanted to flee.

I just never had the guts.

Seeing that Abbess Miejue had made the first escape, how could they possibly hold back?

Without saying a word, he picked up his injured friend, turned around and ran, without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this, the members of the Ming Cult finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

But before he could finally relax, he was gripped by another wave of anxiety.

The six major sects are gone, but the people from the Yuan Dynasty are still here!

At this moment, Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple walked up to Zhang Wuji, who was sitting cross-legged healing his injuries, and bowed with his palms together.

"Benefactor Zhang, do not forget your promise to this old monk."

Zhang Wuji's face was pale, but he still managed to force a smile and nodded.

After saying this, Kong Wen turned and left with the Shaolin monks.

On Bright Peak, only Wudang, Ming Cult, Xiao Yaoqing and his men remained.

The people from Wudang and Mingjiao were all on edge, keeping a close eye on Zhao Min and Xiao Yaoqing, not daring to relax for a moment.

Zhao Min's mind raced, and she was making all sorts of calculations in her head.

Why did they disperse? Is the Ming Cult thing just going to be left like this? Doesn't that mean all her plans have fallen apart?

Thinking of this, her eyes lit up.

He glanced up at Xiao Yaoqing, then shouted to the Wudang and Ming Cult side, "Alright, since there's no more excitement to watch, we won't waste our time here."

After saying this, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, gave a wink to his subordinates behind him, and turned to leave.

Who would dare to stop Zhao Min at this point? Wouldn't that be courting death?

Xiao Yao glanced at the group of people, his gaze finally settling on Zhang Wuji.

He sighed and shook his head.

This guy surnamed Zhang really disappointed him utterly.

Without lingering any longer, Xiao Yaoqing turned and left.

The people from Wudang and Mingjiao were all stunned.

"Are these people from the Yuan Dynasty really just here to watch a play?"

That's right. If Xiao Yaoqing had made a move just now, none of the people present would have escaped.

But did they really just leave like that?

The Ming Cult members breathed a sigh of relief, staring at the direction Xiao Yaoqing had left in, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

In a way, although Xiao Yaoqing came here specifically to target them, he also indirectly helped the Ming Cult out of their predicament.

For a moment, everyone felt a mix of emotions they couldn't quite describe.

On the Wudang side, the pretty girl with the exotic face was also staring at Xiao Yaoqing's departing figure, pondering other things in her mind.

"My mother sent me to the Ming Cult to obtain the Great Shift of the Universe. But the copy in Yang Dingtian's will has already been obtained by someone else."

"Yang Xiao just mentioned that young master surnamed Xiao is now the master of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, right?"

She glanced at Zhang Wuji, who was healing his wounds, and gritted her teeth.

"Young Master Zhang, I'm sorry. I absolutely must get my hands on that cultivation manual."

Thinking of this, she quietly took a few steps back and slipped away down the mountain path when no one was paying attention.

She hadn't gone far when she looked down at the chains on her feet, frowned, and cursed, "That Yang Buhui is really unreasonable! I can't shake off this damn chain no matter where I go."

Despite her complaints, she continued to drag the chains down the mountain, step by step.

As for how much the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng doted on his grandson, and how Yang Dingtian's will was handed over, that's another story.

The Emei Sect members were hurrying along when Jingxuan quickened her pace, approached Abbess Miejue, and whispered, "Master, why are we in such a hurry?"

Abbess Miejue's face was tense, her brows furrowed tightly, and her tone was grave: "I feel something is wrong around me, like some kind of danger is following me."

She paused for a moment, then said, "I hope I'm just overthinking it."