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This was also the only time Zhang Wuji regained his self-confidence after mastering his divine skills.

Before their fists and claws even touched, Yin Yewang felt a surge of internal force forcefully stopping him.

However, Zhang Wuji immediately stopped his attack after making his first move. He recognized the Eagle Claw technique from Yin Yewang's attack.

Although Zhang Wuji preferred to use the Seven Injury Fist in close combat, the Eagle Claw Hand was his mother's usual martial art, and as a descendant of the Eagle Cult, Zhang Wuji naturally learned it as well.

Yin Yewang's Eagle Claw Hand technique was authentic, even more authentic than Zhang Wuji's mother's. Furthermore, Zhang Wuji now recalled Yin Yewang's address to Yin Tianzheng, and from the latter's grief-stricken expression, he discerned the problem.

"Uncle, is that you? It's me, Wuji!" Zhang Wuji shouted.

Yin Yewang was stunned, but as a scholar-general, he was also very meticulous. He immediately remembered that Zhang Wuji had just called Yin Tianzheng "grandfather".

"You call me uncle, are you Susu's child?" Yin Yewang hadn't seen his sister for over ten years, so naturally the first person he thought of was Yin Susu.

Zhang Wuji looked bewildered and shook his head: "I don't know my mother's name either."

He pulled down his collar and took out a jade pendant he always carried with him, showing it to Yin Yewang: "This was left to me by my mother. I wonder if my uncle recognizes it."

Looking at the eagle cutout on the jade pendant, Yin Yewang understood everything: "You are Junior Sister's child?"

Zhang Wuji simply shouted, "Uncle, my parents are dead, my grandfather is dead, you are my only family."

Yin Yewang embraced Zhang Wuji tightly, tears streaming down his face, and asked angrily, "Child, do you know who killed your grandfather?"

Zhang Wuji pointed to another corpse in the hands of Scarface Monk Fan Yao: "It's Cheng Kun."

Yin Yewang looked in the direction Zhang Wuji was pointing and finally saw the two corpses in Fan Yao's hands.

One body was Cheng Kun, who looked like a bald monk, and the other body was actually Yang Xiao, the Left Guardian of Light.

At the same time, Zhang Wuji's finger moved slightly, pointing at Lin Yaoxie: "But the one who killed my benefactor was the white-robed devil Lin Yaoxie."

Zhang Wuji's words shocked Yin Yewang, and everyone else as well.

Taking advantage of the silence that followed, Lin Yao smiled wickedly and continued, "Bald monk, do you have anything else to say?"

Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple turned purplish-red. The brief interlude between Zhang Wuji and Yin Yewang had given the abbot a clear view of the two corpses in Fan Yao's hands.

Kong Wen wasn't familiar with Yang Xiao. But how could he not understand Cheng Kun, especially Cheng Kun's Shaolin attire and his completely bald head?

Despite having the character "Zhi" in his Dharma name, Kongzhi, who stood out from the crowd, was actually the one among the four divine monks who lacked wisdom the most.

He was the first to lose his composure, shouting, "Isn't that Yuanzhen? When did he come up the mountain?"

Abbot Kongwen's forehead was already sweating, and he kept wiping it with his wide sleeves.

Fan Yao released his grip, and the two corpses fell heavily to the ground. Lin Yaoxie stepped on Yuanzhen's, Cheng Kun's, head.

“Kongzhi the Bald Monk, you’re right. The dead monk was Yuanzhen, also known as Chengkun,” Lin Yaoxie said.

"Cheng Kun joined Shaolin Temple to escape my pursuit."

Lin Yaoxie stomped his right foot to the ground, crushing Cheng Kun's head in one fell swoop, splattering brain matter and blood all over Yang Xiao's corpse next to him.

Abbot Kongwen was speechless. He was stuck, but Kongzhi was getting anxious.

"Oh dear, you demon Lin, you mustn't spread your heretical words! You say Yuanzhen is Chengkun, but I'll say you killed Yuanzhen and impersonated Chengkun."

Kongzhi, holding a long iron staff, shouted to the monks behind him, "Come with me! Today, Shaolin will begin its killing spree to destroy this incorrigible demon for the sake of Buddha!"

He is the third of the four great monks, and besides Abbot Kongwen, he is the one with the most authority.

With a shout, the Shaolin monks, along with Kongzhi, charged towards Lin Yaonie. No matter how the last monk, Kongxing, tried to stop them, they wouldn't listen.

The Shaolin monks charged forward with shouts, and Lin Yaoxie stretched out his hand to Miejue: "Sweep away the dust, only the Heaven-Slaying Sword remains. Come, sword!"

Miejue hurriedly straightened the Heaven-Slaying Sword in her hand, intending to throw it at Lin Yaoxie. Unexpectedly, the Heaven-Slaying Sword flew out of Miejue's hand on its own and landed in Lin Yaoxie's hand like lightning.

Lin Yaoxie looked at the approaching group of monks and snorted disdainfully.

He casually swung the Heaven-Slaying Sword out, as if swatting away a swarm of flies.

"Not good, retreat quickly!" Abbot Kongwen shouted suddenly. Even with his decades of superb skills, he could feel the overwhelming killing intent.

But it was too late. How could it be too late? Lin Yaoxie struck with a murderous intent; no one in this world could escape his deadly attack.

Where the Heaven-Slaying Sword was swung, an incredibly swift bolt of lightning shot out. This lightning was actually sword energy. After more than a hundred years, the divine skill of the Sword Immortal lineage had finally returned to the mortal realm.

The sword energy was aimed at the group of bald monks who were charging towards them, and the one who charged the fiercest among them was the unwise Kongzhi.

A sword flew in, and Kongzhi was shattered to pieces by the terrifying sword energy. Then, none of the monks behind him were spared either, and they were cut in half at the waist like grass.

Kongwen could no longer bear to watch. He chanted a Buddhist prayer, and before he could move, his robe flew off his body.

The Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill is also one of the seventy-two Shaolin arts that have long been lost.

Lin Yaoxie didn't even raise an eyebrow. He simply retracted the Heaven-Slaying Sword he had just swung out and then unleashed another burst of sword energy.

The sword energy struck the robe, which resembled an iron wall. The robe trembled and, like Kongzhi, turned into powder and dust.

When Kongzhi unleashed the Buddha-Demon Technique of the Kasaya, he had already become one with the Kasaya. The Kasaya was shattered, and all the meridians in Kongzhi's body instantly exploded.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his tall, burly body fell backward, kicking up countless specks of dust.

"Still want to fight?" Lin Yaoxie looked at the speechless Kongxing.

Chapter 171 Cipher (First Update)

Kongxing glanced at the remaining monk soldiers behind him. After a large group rushed forward, only a third remained.

Now that Abbot Kongwen and Senior Brother Kongzhi are dead, how dare Kongxing, who has the least seniority and the lowest skill level, step forward?

Shaolin, the pinnacle of martial arts, has become a coward this time.

Lin Yaoxie ignored them and handed the Heaven-Slaying Sword back to Miejue, asking casually, "Little Miejue, quite a few bald monks have died. Do you still want to hear a story?"

The worship of Lin Yaoxie by Miejue and the vast majority of Emei disciples had reached its extreme. If Miejue hadn't been self-aware enough to know that she was old and past her prime, she would definitely have planned to leave the monastic life and marry Lin Yaoxie.

The other female disciples of Emei also admired Lin Yaoxie greatly, but Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were still fixed on Zhang Wuji, who was embracing Yin Yewang and crying bitterly in front of Yin Tianzheng's corpse.

“Your Majesty, please continue,” Miejue quickly said.

Lin Yaoxie continued in a serious tone, "Now that the abbot of Shaolin is dead, I won't delve into the relationship between Shaolin and Cheng Kun. Let's get back to the topic. In order to destroy the Ming Cult more quickly, Cheng Kun came up with the idea of ​​having the six major sects besiege Bright Peak."

He pointed back at the Heaven-Slaying Sword in Extinction's arms: "Everything needs a legitimate reason, especially for so-called righteous sects. If they want to mobilize the six major sects to act in unison, they must rely on the influence of the Heaven-Slaying Sword."

"Could it be that Cheng Kun personally went to the Emei Sect and stole the Heaven-Slaying Sword while we were off guard?" Miejue asked, trying to appear clever.

“That’s not how it is,” Lin Yaoxie shook his head.

"Then?" Miejue thought for a moment and then said, "The person with the best lightness skill in the Ming Cult is Wei Yixiao, could it be that..."

Wei Yixiao jumped up and cursed, "Hey, Emei Extinction, I'll give you a chance to take back your words because you're my mistress's little disciple's grand-disciple. I, Wei Yixiao, am good at lightness skills, but I would never use them for petty theft."

Miejue was initially quite indignant after being rebuked by Wei Yixiao. But then she saw the scarred-faced monk standing next to Wei Yixiao smiling and shaking his head at him, while simultaneously making a fist with his left hand and showing three fingers with his right. At that moment, a thought struck her.

Back then, when Miejue was only ten years old, she had the good fortune to go down the mountain and meet the Black Dragon Grandmaster once.

The Black Dragon Ancestor was clad in black armor, obscuring his face. The mischievous Little Extinction once asked if there was some secret code that allowed them to recognize each other.

The Black Dragon Grandmaster told him a code: make a fist with one hand to form ten, and extend three fingers with the other hand to form three, alluding to the Black Dragon Thirteen Riders.

Decades later, seeing this gesture again, and recalling how Wei Yixiao called Lin Yaoxie "master" and clearly also called his grandmaster Lu Wushuang "mistress," she thought of a possibility.

Could the Green-Winged Bat King, the Ascetic, the Five Wanderers, and the Five Elements Flag Master be the Black Dragon Thirteen Riders of the Demon Emperor Forest?

Counting the number of people, there are twelve in total, which is quite a reasonable number.

Sure enough, after Miejue shut her mouth, Lin Yaoxie said, "Of course it's not Wei Fuwang. Little Miejue, think again, in the entire Ming Cult, besides Wei Fuwang, who has the best lightness skill? Good enough to sneak into Emei without being discovered by you?"

Having already made up his mind, Miejue lowered his head in thought, though it was just for show: "Your Majesty's lightness skill is excellent, but of course it's not within the scope of consideration. If it's not Wei Fuwang either, then I really have to think about it."

Even the Emei disciples had never seen Miejue counting on her fingers. Zhou Zhiruo, the most favored disciple, finally had her gaze drawn to her master and looked away from Zhang Wuji.

"Below the leader, the most esteemed members of the Ming Cult are the Left and Right Envoys of Light. The Left Envoy of Light, Yang Xiao, had a tragic love affair with my traitorous disciple, Ji Xiaofu. I have also experienced Yang Xiao's martial arts skills. His internal energy is quite unique, but although his lightness skill is first-rate, it is not top-notch."

"As for the Right Envoy of Light, Fan Yao," Miejue looked at the Scarface Monk, her tone instantly becoming much more respectful, and she performed a Buddhist salute: "I have never met the Right Envoy of Light, so I cannot judge him."

"I have never seen the Purple-Robed Dragon King before, nor have I ever heard of the Golden-Haired Lion King being skilled in lightness skills. After thinking it over, only the White-Browed Eagle King's lightness skills are superior to mine."

The reasoning about extinction is quite normal. Although it names names, it is not actually confirmed. Therefore, Yin Yewang, who was holding his father's body and crying bitterly, did not show any dissatisfaction.

However, some people deliberately prevented Yin Yewang and Zhang Wuji from properly mourning the dead.

“Little Extinction, you’re right. The person who went to Emei to steal the Heaven-Slaying Sword was Yin Tianzheng.” Lin Yaoxie said, enunciating each word clearly, his tone resolute and leaving no room for negotiation.

"What?" Yin Yewang and Zhang Wuji looked up at the same time.

Zhang Wuji looked at Yin Yewang with disbelief: "Uncle, this can't be true, can it?"

"Of course it's not true!" Yin Yewang stood up unsteadily, his face turning even redder with anger.

He was usually quite quick-witted, but now that his father was dead before his eyes and he was being accused by the very authoritative Lin Yaoxie, Yin Yewang could no longer remain calm.

“I’ve been with my father day and night. Before he came to the Ming Cult, he never left the Eagle Sect. What right do you have to frame my father, you who came from who-knows-where?”

Yin Yewang formed his hands into claws and was about to rush towards Lin Yaoxie, but Zhang Wuji firmly held him down.

"Uncle, don't be rash. This person is extremely skilled. Be careful not to fall into a trap."

It's quite interesting that Zhang Wuji, who is known for his impulsiveness, advised him against it.

Yin Yewang immediately realized what was going on. "That's right," he said. "Putting everything else aside, Lin Yaoxie's Heaven-Slaying Sword had essentially crippled Shaolin in just one strike."

Not to mention the Emei Sect, which is now clearly siding with Lin Yaoxie, and the core members of the Ming Cult.

"Don't rush, don't panic. The more chaotic the situation, the more you need to remain calm," Yin Yewang repeatedly told himself.

"Do you want evidence?" Lin Yaoxie rubbed his nose. "To be honest, I don't have any evidence either, but I have Right Envoy Fan Yao, Bat King Wei, and the Five Wanderers and Five Banner Masters as witnesses. Who are you?"

As Lin Yaoxie finished speaking, Fan Yao and the other twelve said in unison, "That's right, all twelve of us can testify for His Majesty!"

Chapter 172 The Five Heroes of Wudang (Second Update)

Lin Yaoxie raised his eyebrows at Zhang Wuji and Yin Yewang, as if to say, "What can you do to me?"

"This is outrageous!" Zhang Wuji couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly stood up.

"Nephew, don't rush, be patient," the uncle advised his nephew again.

The two comforted each other, but no matter how much they comforted each other, Yin Yewang still couldn't hold back.

With a roar, it soared into the air like an eagle.