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He walked in circles again, ending up behind Zhang Wuji once more.

With fingers spread, he gently tapped Zhang Wuji's ribs, causing him to slowly come to a stop.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Xiao raised his hands and pressed down on Zhang Wuji's shoulders. He then used his feet to push off, lifting his entire body upside down.

He used his head to land squarely on Zhang Wuji's head.

Zhang Wuji felt a tremendous force travel down from the Baihui point on the top of his head.

Furthermore, after this force entered his body, it resonated with the Nine Yang Internal Force within him and quickly merged together.

Zhang Wuji felt an indescribable sense of comfort throughout his body. His knees buckled, and he sat cross-legged on the ground. Yang Xiao, above him, also sat cross-legged in the air, suspended in mid-air.

Yang Xiao poured all his 40 to 50 years of internal energy into Zhang Wuji's body in one go.

If it were anyone else transferring their internal energy, it would take at least a day. But Yang Xiao, who possessed the Great Shift of the Universe, skillfully controlled the friction of the surging internal energy, transferring his energy to Zhang Wuji at a much faster speed than others.

Zhang Wuji also possessed the foundation of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and his meridians had been greatly expanded under the nourishment of the skill. However, due to his young age, his internal energy reserves were not particularly large.

This time, Yang Xiao's internal energy was injected into them for free, and he even knew the proper methods. They truly hit it off immediately, blending together seamlessly.

It's unclear how much time passed, but it must have been short, before Yang Xiao's body fell from above Zhang Wuji's head.

"Senior, how are you?"

"very bad."

Chapter 164 Chess Piece (Second Update)

"Senior, what's wrong?" Zhang Wuji realized he could move again, so he quickly turned around and looked at Yang Xiao with a surprised expression.

Yang Xiao was barely breathing, and the smile on his face was as defeated as Cheng Kun's expression when he was dying.

“Man indeed cannot fight against the heavens, nor can I fight against the Demon Emperor.” He grasped Zhang Wuji’s hand: “I have passed on all my power to you, and I have also instilled in you the part of the Great Shift of the Universe that I can understand. You must defeat Lin Yaoxie, defeat this great demon who schemes against people to the bone. Otherwise, the hatred between your godfather and your grandfather will never be avenged.”

Zhang Wuji, holding Yang Xiao's hand, could quickly sense that the latter's strength was rapidly fading away.

"Senior, who is this Lin Yaoxie you're talking about?"

Yang Xiao could no longer answer. He shook his head, seemingly feeling that even a not-so-clever genius boy couldn't defeat the Demon Emperor Lin Yaoxie.

His original plan was to pass on a portion of his internal energy to Zhang Wuji, and then, even with his body devoid of internal energy, he could still teach the latter the Great Shift of the Universe. Given time, this would give him a real chance to defeat Lin Yaoxie.

However, Lin Yaoxie had already seen through Yang Xiao's unstable temperament and the possibility that he might be plotting something in secret. He also figured that Yang Xiao wouldn't dare to directly resist him, but would instead find an accomplice.

Looking across the entire world, in the world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, the only one who can be considered the best male lead and the best supporting actor is Zhang Wuji.

Lin Yaoxie also hoped that Zhang Wuji could grow a bit, adding some exciting elements to his final game.

That's why he deliberately left the unconscious Zhang Wuji in the main hall, and before leaving, he patted Yang Xiao, leaving some of his energy in Yang Xiao's body.

If Yang Xiao had no intention of passing on his skills to anyone, he wouldn't die anytime soon. But if he intended to pass on his skills to Zhang Wuji, it must be because he hoped to use Zhang Wuji to overthrow Lin Yaoxie's rule. In that case, once the true energy within Yang Xiao's body decreased to a certain level, the hidden power left behind by Lin Yaoxie would activate, shattering all of Yang Xiao's meridians.

Yang Xiao had endured his whole life, and even though he had considered the fact that Yang Dingtian might have died at the hands of Lin Yaoxie or the Thirteen Riders of the Black Dragon, he dared not make any rash moves.

Faced with an opponent like Lin Yaoxie, anyone would feel powerless, simply because such an opponent is far too terrifying.

"Senior, please don't die! I still don't understand what happened!" Zhang Wuji shook Yang Xiao's gradually cooling body, dumbfounded. "Who exactly is this Lin Yaoxie you're talking about? Could it be that the person who killed my grandfather and persecuted my adoptive father's family wasn't Cheng Kun, but Lin Yaoxie?"

Zhang Wuji shouted aimlessly, his mind a jumbled mess: "Who is Lin Yaoxie? Who exactly is this person? I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him!"

A voice, seemingly coming from nowhere, slowly entered Zhang Wuji's ears.

"Lin Yaoxie is the white-robed man who gave you the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and he is also the one who caused you to be all alone and helpless. He is currently on Bright Peak, preparing to kill your uncle Yin Yewang and your father's uncles and elders from the Wudang lineage. The choice is yours."

Zhang Wuji looked up and around, but didn't see anyone in the main hall. After experiencing so many things and seeing so many masters, he was no longer surprised.

After laying Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng's bodies side by side and kowtowing several times, Zhang Wuji stood up. The flames of anger in his eyes had never burned so fiercely.

"Lin Yaoxie, you wait for me. I, Zhang Wuji, will never be a pawn again. I will kill you and avenge all my loved ones."

With a swift movement and a surge of inner strength, he strode forward like the wind, reaching the outside of the main hall in just a few steps, and heading towards the bustling Bright Summit.

A figure emerged from the shadows of the main hall. This man was a wandering monk, his face crisscrossed with countless scars. It was none other than Fan Yao, the monk who served as a bodyguard to the Prince of Ruyang and simultaneously informed Empress Zhao Min of Lin Yaoxie's decision.

At this moment, Fan Yao was carrying two people who looked like tattered sacks, both of whom had broken bones all over their bodies. If Zhang Wuji hadn't left, he would have discovered that these two severely injured and crippled people who were still alive were the Xuanming Elders, Hebi Weng and Lu Zhangke, who had struck him with the Xuanming Divine Palm.

Fan Yao glanced at the corpses in the main hall, then looked in the direction Zhang Wuji had left, and chuckled. His smile was quite similar to Lin Yaoxie's.

"Poor little thing, you think you can just quit being a pawn? Being a pawn of your master is something to be proud of. Even I am a pawn of my master, aren't I? But I don't want to rebel, because I enjoy it."

He pleaded with the two Xuanming Elders, who were still breathing, in his arms: "Fan Toutuo, just give us a quick death. We don't ask to live, we only ask to die."

Fan Yao shook his head helplessly and said in a very sympathetic tone, "I'm sorry, although I really want to, I can't. Who told you to be the widows in the master's eyes? You will naturally die, but not by my hand, but by the master's hand. Use your lives to make a final contribution to the master."

Looking towards Bright Peak, Fan Yao said softly, "The Battle of Bright Peak is about to end. We twelve brothers have completed our mission of several decades. Xiao Er, you are far to the west. Protect Wang Baobao well and don't let this widow die."

Bright Peak has been quiet ever since Yang Dingtian died and the two envoys and four Dharma Kings broke ties. Aside from major festivals and gatherings, it is usually deserted.

But today, the situation is very different. On Bright Peak, prominent figures from the martial arts world have gathered. The six major sects have come together to launch a new round of battle between good and evil a hundred years from now.

Due to Lin Yaoxie's orders, the Five Elements Flag Masters hidden in the Ming Cult, namely the remaining five Black Gold Knights, were ordered to fight and retreat, leaving the other five major sects on the mountain.

With Yin Yewang, who was already unable to withstand the Emei Sect, the six major sects have now joined forces on Bright Peak.

"Yin Yewang, get out of my way and let your father come out to see me!" Abbess Miejue, the leader of the Emei Sect, shouted angrily. Although she was already in her fifties, she still had an extraordinary aura and was chosen as the leader of the siege of Bright Peak.

Chapter 165: Extinction Adds to the Chaos [Third Update]

Yin Yewang is now suffering in silence.

He didn't want to stand against the six major sects alone, but he had no choice.

Where are Yang Xiao and his father and their gang of accomplices? Why haven't they come out yet?

Even if Yang Xiao and the others don't come out, that's one thing, but why is the Five Elements Flag Master also missing?

In the original work, Yin Yewang is a Confucian general, and he is also very shrewd.

Unlike his father, who was devoted to the Ming Cult, Yin Yewang did not have much affection for it. If it weren't for Yin Tianzheng's insistence, he would never have offered any help.

"Hehe, Abbess Miejue, do you really want to meet my father?" Yin Yewang tried to stall for time, hoping that Yang Xiao and the others would arrive after hearing the commotion.

"You brat, I have nothing to say to you." Abbess Miejue maintained her aloof and unapproachable demeanor.

Song Yuanqiao, one of the Six Heroes of Wudang, stepped forward with his fists clasped: "If it is inconvenient for Young Master Yin to pass on the message, I, Song, will do it for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuanqiao shouted loudly, "Song Qingshu of Wudang, representing the six major sects including Emei and Shaolin, has come to pay respects. We hope that the members of the Ming Cult will come out to meet him."

Extinction glared at Song Yuanqiao: "Why be polite to the lowly Ming Cult? In my opinion, we should just charge straight in."

Song Qingshu was very cultured; he simply smiled and didn't respond.

Among the disciples of Emei, a graceful young girl with a red mole between her eyebrows stepped out of the crowd and went behind Abbess Miejue to offer a few words of comfort.

This was Zhou Zhiruo, Miejue's favorite disciple. With Zhou Zhiruo's dissuasion, Miejue only snorted and stopped talking.

Song Yuanqiao's question received no response, and Yin Yewang's expression changed several times, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.

The Shaolin monks whispered among themselves. Abbot Kongwen, who was leading the group, chanted Buddhist prayers: "We, the Buddhist disciples, have come to Bright Peak to inquire about the matter of Xie Xun killing the Space Monk with thirteen punches. We hope that the Ming Cult can send a leader to give Shaolin an explanation."

With Wudang and Shaolin already speaking up, the leaders of other sects in Kongtong also chimed in.

Just as things were getting chaotic, Yin Yewang was about to lose control of the situation.

A young man in white robes strolled over from the direction of the main hall behind Bright Summit.

"Many people say that the air is good and it's relatively quiet on Bright Summit, which is why I chose to come here for a stroll. I didn't expect that seeing it in person would be so disappointing. It doesn't look like a sacred mountain at all; it's just as noisy and chaotic as a vegetable market."

The man in white didn't speak loudly, but his voice was loud enough to drown out the shouts of the six major sects on Bright Peak.

Such internal strength is truly astonishing and terrifying.

Abbess Miejue was talking to Zhou Zhiruo with her head down when she heard someone from the Ming Cult. She suddenly looked up and saw the profile of the young man in white.

Miejue has a fiery temper. The Heaven Sword was left behind by Lu Wushuang, the founder of the sect, and it was inexplicably lost. This is a great disgrace.

Upon closer inspection, the large sword in the white-clad youth's hand was none other than the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

Without time to think, he drew his sword and lunged at the man in white with a "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" move.

Who is the man in white? It is none other than Lin Yaoxie.

He figured it was almost time to end the game, so he came out. Of course, that was just a polite excuse.

His real thought was that he was afraid the six major sects might make a rash move and trample Yin Yewang, who was blocking his way, to death.

Yin Yewang was also one of the widows, and in the later part of the original work, his individual combat strength was not weak, and he was already comparable to his father, Yin Tianzheng.

Lin Yaoxie has always had only one policy regarding widows: they must be killed by his own hand.

After his words silenced the crowd, he expected the six heroes of Wudang or the bald men of Shaolin to rush forward. He intended to use these suicidal fools to test the power of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, which hadn't been drawn for decades.

Who knew that the flood would wash away the Dragon King Temple, and the one that shouldn't have been there ended up causing more trouble.

Hearing the sound of wind behind him, he didn't bother to judge it carefully. He twisted two fingers on the hilt of the Yitian Sword and gave it a slight tug. The Yitian Sword was drawn out of its sheath like lightning, flying out from beside Lin Yaoxie's head and heading straight for Miejue's throat.

Miejue also used a sword. She used to be used to the Heaven-Slaying Sword, but after losing it, she used a Dragon Spring Sword instead.

Before she could reach Lin Yaoxie, she suddenly saw an even whiter bolt of lightning fly out. Without time to think, she quickly shouted and used her Dragon Spring sword to block.

The person who caused the extinction in this world is Lu Wushuang's disciple. And Lu Wushuang is a super master who has achieved great success in the Dragon Elephant Technique.

Since the position of Emei Sect Leader was passed on to Miejue, the Dragon Elephant Skill was naturally passed on as well.

When the Longquan sword is used to parry, it naturally produces a sound like dragons and elephants roaring together.

It was this sword's cry that saved Miejue's life.

After Lin Yaoxie made his move, he suddenly heard a woman's cry behind him. It was impossible for a woman to appear in either Wudang or Shaolin.

Then came the sound of dragons and elephants roaring together. Lin Yaoxie instantly remembered that the person who attacked him from behind was none other than the shameless Little Extinction.

In the original novel, Extinction is dead. And in this world, Extinction works for Lin Yaoxie. Although Extinction was very beautiful in her youth, unfortunately, Lin Yaoxie wasn't on Mount Emei at that time, so they never met.

Miejue's martial arts skills are still quite good, but she's old and faded, and she's no longer worthy of Lin Yaoxie's attention.

Lin Yaoxie only decided to show mercy because of Lu Wushuang.

The sword strike was already unleashed, and it was within arm's reach. Even if Lin Yaoxie wanted to intervene, it wouldn't be as easy as blowing away dust.

He whirled around in a flash, his right hand forming a claw as he thrust forward.

Without touching the scabbard of the Heaven-Slaying Sword with his fingers, his inner force had already controlled all the space within a five-meter radius.