This Ming Cult disciple was from the Five Element Flags. In his memory, the Ming Cult did not abduct Li Mochou and Little Dragon Girl, but rather rescued them from the Six Major Sects.
Looking at the chaotic Guangming Peak and the disciples of the Six Major Sects, Chu Yang was furious. With a roar, he unleashed Conqueror's Haki.
Invisible fluctuations spread out. Except for a few masters, most of the disciples from the Six Major Sects and the Ming Cult members collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
The remaining masters looked at Chu Yang in horror.
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107. Chapter 107: Destroying Three Sects, Target Zhang Sanfeng! [Ten Thousand Characters Seeking Reads]
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The Six Major Sects and the Ming Cult were in a chaotic battle. There were at least seven or eight thousand disciples, if not ten thousand, and all of them fainted under Chu Yang's roar.
Many masters were both shocked and angry.
Chu Yang looked at them coldly, his killing intent sweeping over everyone like a biting cold wind. Among the masters of the Six Major Sects present, the most skilled were Master Kongwen of the Shaolin Sect and Extinction Master, the leader of the Emei Sect.
Facing this killing intent, the fear of death made their bodies tremble instinctively, completely beyond their control.
Extinction Master tightly gripped the heaven reliant sword, trying to give herself courage.
"Master, this scholar is very strange. We should be careful..."
Master Kongwen slowly walked to Extinction Master's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.
Extinction Master turned to look at him, just in time to see Master Kongwen's hand, holding his staff, trembling.
Extinction Master took a deep breath, "Master, looking at this scholar's age, he shouldn't be any of the Demon Cult's Left or Right Envoys, Four Great Guardians, or Five Wanderers."
"I hope he doesn't come with ill intentions," Master Kongwen sighed lightly, stepped forward, and stared at Chu Yang, asking, "The Demon Cult's evil deeds are punishable by all. May I ask who you are, and why do you intervene in the dispute between our Six Major Sects and the Demon Cult?"
Chu Yang did not answer him. He walked silently towards the Ming Cult's main hall, leaving only one sentence before entering.
"Before I come out, if any of you make any moves, I guarantee that not a single person from your Six Major Sects will leave Guangming Peak alive."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the masters of the Six Major Sects showed furious expressions, and even Master Kongwen, a monk, had a grim face.
Who in the world dared to utter such arrogant words in front of them?
"You yellow-haired brat, you're sharp-tongued! Today, your Grandpa Tang will teach you what manners are!"
The Kongtong Five Elders had extremely fiery tempers, with Tang Wenliang being the most severe, like a powder keg ready to explode. How could he tolerate this insult?
Tang Wenliang assumed a boxing stance and strode towards Chu Yang.
Chu Yang pointed his fingers like a sword, sweeping them horizontally forward. An invisible surge of energy transformed into a flying slash.
This slash came so quickly that Tang Wenliang couldn't react at all. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly felt the world spinning. Looking closely, he realized his body was still running forward.
His neck was bare, and after only a few steps, blood gushed out.
Tang Wenliang's consciousness gradually blurred. His last thought in this world was only four words.
Ah?
I'm dead?
"Junior Brother!!!"
With Tang Wenliang's death, the remaining four of the Kongtong Five Elders were filled with grief and indignation, but no one dared to step forward.
Such a bizarre death was enough of a deterrent.
After all, they were people who had reached the position of sect leader; even if they were foolish, there was a limit.
The masters of the Six Major Sects watched Chu Yang enter the main hall, no one daring to act rashly, including Extinction Master, who held the heaven reliant sword.
It wasn't that she didn't dare, but rather that all the Emei Sect disciples, except for her, were lying on the ground. If she angered this unknown individual, her disciples' lives might not be safe.
The Shaolin and Wudang Sects had similar thoughts.
Inside the Ming Cult's main hall, the lights flickered, and visibility was extremely poor.
If not for Chu Yang's excellent eyesight, it would have been difficult to see the Ming Cult's high-ranking members lying all over the floor.
Yang Xiao, the Bright Left Emissary, Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King, and the Five Wanderers.
The internal discord within the Ming Cult was a well-known fact. With a major battle imminent, these people actually managed to fight among themselves.
At the critical moment of their internal struggle, they were ambushed by Cheng Kun, who was hidden in a secret passage, and all fell into a state of severe injury.
Chu Yang saw Cheng Kun, lurking in the dark corner, poised to strike.
But Yang Xiao and the others thought Chu Yang hadn't seen him and were about to speak a warning, when to their surprise, Chu Yang had already made his move.
Chu Yang extended his hand, pointing it at Cheng Kun, and a terrifying suction force emanated from his palm.
Universal Pull.
Cheng Kun suddenly felt his body unable to move, and a deep sense of dread rose in his heart. In a flash, he was already caught by the neck by Chu Yang.
"Benefactor, I am... Yuanzhen of the Shaolin Sect, not an evil person. My master is the Divine Monk Kongjian."
At the brink of death, Cheng Kun hastily reported his sect affiliation, hoping this unfamiliar master would spare him out of respect for Kongjian of the Shaolin Sect.
But he didn't expect that as soon as his words fell, a terrifying force came from his neck, decisive to the extreme.
With a crack.
Cheng Kun's neck was crushed by Chu Yang, who then threw Cheng Kun's corpse aside like trash.
Yang Xiao and the others were overjoyed when they saw Chu Yang kill Cheng Kun.
"Good kill! Good kill! This dog thief caused the death of our Cult Leader Yang. He deserved this end! Heaven truly has eyes!"
"Even if our Ming Cult is destroyed today, we can account for it to the Cult Leader in the netherworld!"
"Hahahaha!!!"
Zhou Dian, one of the Five Wanderers, burst into laughter, and the others, infected by him, also laughed in unison.
"Brother Zhou is right. It is Yang Xiao's fortune to go to the netherworld with all of you today."
Yang Xiao's eyes held a smile, and he put down the airs of an acting cult leader, speaking from the bottom of his heart.
In a few words, the grudges accumulated within the Ming Cult for many years seemed to vanish at this moment.
"Are you done talking?" Chu Yang watched with cold eyes, then asked straightforwardly, "Where are Li Mochou and Little Dragon Girl?"
Their expressions changed.
Yang Xiao sighed, "I didn't expect my daughter's momentary soft-heartedness in saving those two would cause such great trouble for our cult. Yang Xiao is ashamed before the Ming Cult and my brothers."
"Your Excellency has saved our lives. If you only want the Nine Yin Manual, then Yang can retrieve it for you. But if you are here for those two, I'm afraid Yang cannot obey."
Even in a desperate situation, Yang Xiao maintained his composure, replying to Chu Yang neither humbly nor arrogantly.
Actually, the reason Yang Xiao acted this way was because Li Mochou had first saved Yang Buhui during the conflict between the Ming Cult and the Six Major Sects. Only then did Yang Buhui repay the kindness by using the Ming Cult's power to save the two of them.
Yang Xiao's attitude made Chu Yang breathe a sigh of relief, at least proving that Li Mochou and Little Dragon Girl were not in danger here.
"Chu Yang is here, on behalf of my two friends, to thank the Ming Cult for their great kindness."
Chu Yang cupped his hands in thanks towards Yang Xiao, then stepped forward and placed his hand on Yang Xiao's shoulder.
Yang Xiao, who was slumped on the ground, subconsciously wanted to resist, but felt a warm current flow through his limbs and bones. His internal injuries were recovering at an astonishing speed.
After a few breaths, Yang Xiao stood up, his blood circulation completely smooth, and he felt comfortable all over.
Yang Xiao looked at Chu Yang in surprise.
Chu Yang smiled, "Can Left Emissary Yang allow me to see them?"
If Chu Yang were an enemy rather than a friend, there would be no need to heal his injuries. Yang Xiao, understanding this point, immediately replied, "Young Hero Chu, please wait a moment. Yang will have my daughter bring them out now."
During this time, Chu Yang successively healed the Five Wanderers and Wei Yixiao.
Clang, clang, clang~~~
The sound of chains sliding on the ground rang out.
Yang Xiao reappeared in the main hall, followed by a group of young women.
There was his daughter, Yang Buhui, and also an ugly girl with shackles on her hands and feet.
Behind the two of them was Li Mochou, tightly holding Little Dragon Girl.
Li Mochou's beautiful face, with willow brows and starry eyes, as white as frost, was covered by several hideous scars, making her look daunting.
Li Mochou was disfigured.
Chu Yang sighed inwardly.
Although this girl was reckless and had several conflicts with him, ultimately it was to protect the people around her.
Protecting the elderly Grandma Sun, protecting the young Little Dragon Girl.
As the eldest direct disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect, Li Mochou, who was even younger than Huang Rong, bore a heavy responsibility at an age difficult to bear.
Chu Yang didn't dislike her; he actually admired her courage.
The scars on Li Mochou's face were proof of her efforts to protect Little Dragon Girl.
"Mr. Chu..."
Li Mochou remembered Grandma Sun's dying wish, entrusting her to find this man. So she desperately fled here with Little Dragon Girl.
It was only because she vaguely heard Mu Nianci mention that they were going to Mongolia.
The moment she truly saw Chu Yang, Li Mochou's carefully built psychological defense collapsed.
The girl, less than fifteen years old, helplessly hugged the girl even smaller than her, standing in place and weeping loudly.
"Mr. Chu, it's all my fault! It was my carelessness that leaked the news of the Nine Yin Manual being hidden in the Ancient Tomb. It was I who caused Grandma Sun's death."
"Grandma Sun and you both clearly warned me not to tell..."
As if to vent all the pent-up emotions in her heart in one go, Li Mochou cried so hard that she was gasping for breath.
Little Dragon Girl wiped Li Mochou's tears with her hand, making childish "yi yi ya ya" sounds.
Chu Yang heard her voice was a bit strange, so he went forward to check and found that Little Dragon Girl's throat had been poisoned.