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He flew fast, but someone flew even faster. Who? It was none other than the scarred monk Fan Yao, who, without uttering a single word, possessed an overwhelming aura of power second only to Lin Yaoxie.

Just as Yin Yewang reached the highest point in the air and was about to fall, Fan Yao appeared in front of him.

"Right Envoy of Light, get out of my way! This is my family matter, don't interfere!" Yin Yewang and Fan Yao were acquainted before Fan Yao was disfigured. Although Fan Yao's face is now covered with scars, Yin Yewang can still vaguely make out the marks.

"You can't hurt my master, nor can you stop him from telling stories."

Fan Yao didn't bother reminiscing with Yin Yewang. He simply stretched out his right hand, and this seemingly ordinary gesture proved irresistible to Yin Yewang.

It grabbed him with one hand, not at the fastest speed, nor at the most tricky angle, but it was precisely this way that made it impossible for Yin Yewang to dodge.

Amidst the roars of dragons and elephants, Yin Yewang was caught by Fan Yao, who grabbed his hands.

Then Fan Yao swung his arm and forcefully threw Yin Yewang out.

Landing on his back, Yin Yewang slammed onto the ground like an upside-down dragonfly. His eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted.

Fan Yao still knew his limits. If he had truly wanted to kill Yin Yewang, Yin Yewang would already be serving his father in the underworld.

However, Fan Yao knew very well that Yin Yewang, like the two Xuanming Elders who were on their deathbeds in the Ming Cult's main hall, had to be left for Lin Yaoxie to execute personally. These widows were said to be very valuable.

This was the worst fall Yin Yewang had ever suffered in his life. He couldn't muster any of his internal energy, and he stared blankly at the upside-down crowd, muttering to himself.

"This person isn't Fan Yao. Fan Yao is definitely not this powerful. Who are they? Why are they impersonating members of the Ming Cult? What is their purpose?"

His voice was so soft that even the murderer Fan Yao, who had extraordinary hearing and perception, couldn't hear it completely.

"Uncle!" Zhang Wuji realized that he hadn't done anything else all day except shout.

Already impulsive, and having been repeatedly provoked, he, like Yin Yewang, could no longer hold back.

"Wuji, please calm down. Your senior uncles and masters have arrived."

At the critical moment, the Five Heroes of Wudang finally recognized Zhang Wuji.

Five people, each wielding a sword, drew their sheaths and led the Wudang disciples to protect Zhang Wuji behind them.

"Wuji, is it really you? So many years have passed, I didn't expect you to have grown so much. It seems your kung fu has also improved a lot." Wudang hero Song Yuanqiao hugged Lin Yaoxie's shoulders, overwhelmed with emotion.

"Senior Uncle, I've missed you all so much. I hope Grand Master and Third Uncle are doing well too." Zhang Wuji's tears came quickly, and he was already crying.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mo Shenggu and Yin Liting said eagerly, "Grandmaster is waiting for you to come back and celebrate his 100th birthday."

"Yes, after killing this traitor and avenging my grandfather and the others, I will return to Wudang with my uncles and senior brothers." Zhang Wuji said confidently.

"Child, can't you see it yet?" Yu Lianzhou said with a deep expression, "This meeting at Bright Peak is a huge mistake for our righteous martial arts world. I've heard of the Demon Emperor Lin's evil reputation; you are no match for him!"

Zhang Songxi was a little annoyed: "What are you afraid of? The demons and monsters in the Demon Emperor's Forest, including the Ming Cult, are still a minority. I think even if Emei doesn't take sides, our five major sects are enough to wipe out the remnants of Bright Peak."

The experienced Yu Lianzhou still shook his head and insisted: "Don't be too naive. Shaolin has already suffered heavy losses, and the strength of the Kongtong and Kunlun sects is relatively weak. Emei can't be relied on. It would be tantamount to exterminating them and being righteous if they didn't turn against us. The six major sects are besieging Bright Peak. Now it seems that only our Wudang sect can contribute."

Yu Lianzhou looked at Lin Yaoxie: "In my opinion, let alone fighting the Demon Emperor, even if we were to fight that monk Fan Yao, our Five Heroes might not be able to achieve a complete victory."

"It is said that the Seven Heroes of Wudang are of one mind, and Song Yuanqiao is the most respected after Zhang Sanfeng." Lin Yaoxie gave Yu Lianzhou a thumbs up from afar: "But now it seems that, whether it is martial arts or knowledge, Yu Er is superior to Song Da."

Song Yuanqiao chuckled: "The Demon Emperor doesn't need to sow discord between us brothers. Everyone in the world knows that Lian Zhou's skills are superior to mine, so there's nothing wrong with that."

Yu Lianzhou whispered, "Senior Brother, don't argue with him. Be careful not to fall into the Demon Emperor's trap."

The Five Heroes of Wudang and Zhang Wuji then realized that they had almost been fooled by Lin Yaoxie.

Lin Yaoxie thought to himself with a hint of surprise, "Since coming to this world, Yu Lianzhou is the first formidable enemy I have ever encountered."

Despite these thoughts, Lin Yaoxie wasn't nervous. Although Yu Lianzhou was intelligent and skilled in martial arts, it was a pity he was born a hundred years too late.

If Yu Lianzhou had been born during Guo Jing's time, he might have posed a greater threat to Lin Yaoxie.

"Second Junior Brother, what do you think we should do?" The kind-hearted Song Yuanqiao handed over the decision to Yu Lianzhou.

Without much thought, Yu Lianzhou simply gave one word: "Withdraw!"

"What? Leaving without a fight? Isn't that a disgrace to Wudang?" The youngest member, Mo Shenggu, couldn't hold back any longer: "Second senior brother, you can leave if you want, but I'm not leaving. I, Mo Shenggu, will die to uphold Master's dignity."

“Seventh Junior Brother is right. Sixth Senior Brother and Fourth Senior Brother will stay to accompany you and Wuji.” Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting expressed their opinions at the same time.

"Senior Brother?" Yu Lianzhou sighed, placing all his hopes on Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao then looked at Zhang Wuji and asked, "Wuji, what do you think?"

Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth: "My fellow disciples, you may not know, but the Demon Emperor Lin is a very cunning and treacherous man. He indirectly caused my adoptive father to drift overseas, caused my parents to commit suicide in front of everyone, caused my maternal grandfather's benefactor to die, and caused my uncle to be seriously injured. My hatred for him is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. No matter what, I will kill him!"

Chapter 173: Well Done! [Third Update]

Song Yuanqiao's expression turned solemn.

“Since that’s the case,” Yu Lianzhou sighed, “We know it’s like throwing an egg against a rock, but we Wudang are all of the same blood. The third brother Daiyan and the fifth brother Cuishan are gone, but Wuji and Qingshu are still here. We, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, are still here, not one of us is missing.”

Song Yuanqiao called out to his son, Song Qingshu, who was hiding in the crowd.

"Second brother, Wuji, let's go." Song Yuanqiao gave the order, and pulled his son Song Qingshu's hand, but he grabbed nothing.

When they looked back, the Wudang faction, led by Yu Lianzhou, had already charged forward.

He had no time to look for his son and rushed forward as well.

Fan Yao stood in front of Lin Yaoxie, bowing his head respectfully and asking, "Master, shall we do it?"

Lin Yaoxie shook his wrist: "Of course I'll do it. But you have to protect Zhang Wuji and don't let me hurt him by accident. This kid can't unleash the full potential of his Nine Yang Divine Skill and Qiankun Great Shift."

"Yes. Master, I understand." Fan Yao's smile was hard to discern beneath his scarred face, but he habitually raised his head.

Fan Yao moved first, leaping out like a giant wolf.

It charged straight at the Wudang group.

Yu Lianzhou thrust his sword with his right hand and used his claw with his left, but Fan Yao dodged it by sidestepping.

Mo Shenggu and Yin Liting held their swords side by side, sparks flying as they slashed horizontally toward Fan Yao's chest.

Fan Yao reached out and grabbed both swords. With a twist of his arm and a long roar, both swords were reduced to half.

Fan Yao acted too quickly; everything was done in the blink of an eye.

He evaded the combined attack of the Five Heroes of Wudang in a short time before finally arriving in front of Zhang Wuji.

With a flick of his wrists, a copper hammer appeared in each of his hands.

Without saying a word, he pounded two copper hammers into Zhang Wuji's chest.

Fan Yao dodged the attacks of the Five Heroes of Wudang all the way, but Zhang Wuji was already prepared.

Moreover, Fan Yao's two hammer blows were less aimed at Zhang Wuji and more aimed at the latter's hands.

Because of that position and angle, Zhang Wuji could just extend his hands and grab the copper hammer with both hands.

In fact, that's exactly what Zhang Wuji did. Because at this moment, in this environment, the quickest and most effective way Zhang Wuji could think of was to use the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Great Shift of the Universe to grab the copper hammer with his Eagle Claw Hand.

Lin Yaoxie gripped the copper hammer in his hand, his hand full of it. Just like when Fan Yao caught Yin Yewang in mid-air earlier.

Fan Yao began to exert force, his legs running forward without stopping.

Zhang Wuji gripped the copper hammer with both claws, his feet scraping against the ground as Fan Yao pushed him straight back.

As they pushed and were pushed, they bumped into the Wudang disciples who rushed up. These disciples were sent flying when they were still half a meter away from Zhang Wuji and his companion.

"Well done."

Even Lin Yaoxie had to nod in approval of his old subordinate.

The Wudang heroes couldn't stop Fan Yao, but due to the immense inertia, they still rushed towards Lin Yaoxie.

At this moment, Lin Yaoxie had already stepped out from the crowd, looking at the more than one hundred people rushing towards him, his expression was nothing but a faint smile.

"Your Majesty, would you like a sword?" Miejue asked cheekily, handing over the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Lin Yaoxie waved his hand with his back to her: "Why bother with the Heaven-Slaying Sword to deal with these ants?"

With his left hand behind his back and his right hand in a Tai Chi starting stance, he said, "Since we're killing Wudang disciples, we should naturally use their own skills."

Lin Yaoxie moved, and his figure vanished from the spot. Because his disappearance was so abrupt, he left behind a lingering shadow.

The afterimage slowly dissipated only when Lin Yaoxie appeared among the Five Heroes of Wudang.

"Where are you going?" Lin Yaoxie chuckled, placing his hands on Mo Shenggu and Zhang Songxi's shoulders respectively.

The two swordsmen were taken aback. Mo Shenggu had no time to move the broken sword, so he could only lower his shoulders and swing his elbows backward to strike Lin Yaoxie's ribs.

Zhang Songxi's martial arts skills were far superior to Mo Shenggu's, and Lin Yaoxie was positioned behind Mo Shenggu and in front of Zhang Songxi.

Zhang Songxi quickly switched the sword in his right hand to his left and stabbed it towards Lin Yaoxie's back.

"Let him be strong, the breeze still caresses the mountain ridge. Let him be arrogant, the bright moon still shines on the great river." In the blink of an eye, Lin Yaoxie still had time to mutter to himself.

During those hundred years, Lin Yaoxie hardly ever left the Ancient Tomb. Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang had only established his sect for a few years, so Lin Yaoxie hadn't actually mastered the Tai Chi mental techniques.

However, never forget that Lin Yaoxie is a person from modern society. Although there are karate, taekwondo, and Muay Thai in the 21st century, there are also Wing Chun, military boxing, and Jeet Kune Do.

However, in any park or square, you can see elderly people slowly practicing Tai Chi and wielding Tai Chi swords.

Lin Yaoxie had certainly seen it as well.

Tai Chi, nearly a thousand years later, certainly cannot compare to Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi mental cultivation method. But who is Lin Yaoxie? A god-like man in this world.

Especially since he had just fully mastered the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, he naturally had a natural affinity for the Tai Chi mental techniques, which were similar in principle.

With his front hand, he pulled Mo Shenggu's shoulder back, and with his back hand, he flicked Zhang Songxi's sword.

Mo Shenggu, who was rushing backward, was thrown backward even further, and Zhang Songxi's sword tip also deviated from its position, changing its aim from Lin Yaoxie's back to the Demon Emperor's left arm.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce Lin Yaoxie's arm, his body swayed, and he disappeared again.

He disappeared, but the attacks from both the front and the back still lingered.

Mo Shenggu's strength increased, and after Lin Yaoxie disappeared again, his elbows were aimed at Zhang Songxi.

However, Mo Shenggu's height is only average; people who are not tall will not have very long arms. With short arms, the range of his elbow strikes is also limited.

Even assuming Mo Shenggu were a gibbon with arms that could touch the ground, his elbows would still be unable to strike his fourth senior brother.

Before this, the tip of his fourth senior brother Zhang Songxi's sword, due to an off-angle, had already pierced his body.

Chapter 174: The Fountain of Blood [Fourth Update]

Tai Chi swordsmanship emphasizes softness, but extreme softness becomes strength. Moreover, Zhang Songxi knew that Lin Yaoxie's martial arts were extraordinary, so he used his full strength in this thrust.