On the other side, Zhou Zhiruo drew her sword and held it to Ding Minjun's neck, threatening, "Senior sister, hand over the sect leader's ring, and I may spare your life."

Ding Minjun sneered: "Song Qingshu is the leader of the Emei Sect, not me. You've come to the wrong person asking for the leader's ring."

“I just checked. Senior Brother Song isn’t wearing the sect leader’s ring. He’s just a figurehead sect leader. You and he are using each other, right? The sect leader’s ring is still with you.”

"You're quite clever. If you're so capable, kill me and search for the sect leader's ring yourself."

Ding Minjun looked fearless.

Zhou Zhiruo unleashed the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, striking and injuring Ding Minjun with a single claw strike, her long fingernails gripping Ding Minjun's throat.

"Cough cough..." Ding Minjun was so uncomfortable that she choked and finally realized she was scared. She quickly took out the sect leader's ring and gave it to Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo took the sect leader's ring. Out of consideration for their shared sect, she decided to spare Ding Minjun's life and expel her from the Emei Sect.

"You really won't kill me?"

Ding Minjun covered her neck and walked a dozen steps before turning back and asking in confusion.

Zhou Zhiruo said, "I came here not to kill people, but to become the leader of the Emei Sect or the leader of the martial arts alliance."

"Don't kill me, huh."

Ding Minjun looked at Zhou Zhiruo with disdain and became audacious, mocking, "Junior sister, do you know what your biggest weakness is? It's that you're soft-hearted at crucial moments. With a personality like yours, you're destined to never achieve anything great."

Zhou Zhiruo ignored her and said only, "Let's go quickly, Senior Sister, if we're late, I might regret it..."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, three icy silver needles attacked Ding Minjun, one hitting her throat and two hitting her solar plexus.

thump!

Ding Minjun fell to the ground and died, her eyes wide open in death.

Li Mochou slowly walked over and kicked Ding Minjun, saying, "You overestimate yourself and dare to laugh at others."

"Master Li, why did you kill her?" Zhou Zhiruo exclaimed in shock.

"She mocked you. Didn't you deserve to die, Zhiruo? When it's time to be ruthless, you have to be ruthless. Being merciful to your enemies is being cruel to yourself."

"I... I just can't bring myself to do it. After all, she's my senior sister."

Zhou Zhiruo put on the ring that symbolizes the leader of the Emei Sect. To avoid the fate of Ding Minjun, all the Emei Sect sisters knelt down before Zhou Zhiruo and called her "Sect Leader".

At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo naturally became the leader of the Emei Sect.

Of course, she can't be the leader of the martial arts world; Lin Bufan is the ultimate victor.

After Lin Bufan played the sixth brother and tricked Zhang Wuji, he shouted to the rest of the six major sects, "No one wants to fight me now, so I'm the leader of the martial arts world."

What? Lin, the great demon, wants to be our leader?

The people from the six major sects complained bitterly, creating a noisy scene.

We were originally going to attack him, but now he's the one controlling us?

Oh my god, oh my god!

But unfortunately, no one could defeat him; he simply couldn't beat them.

"Silence means consent."

Lin Bufan spun around once, giving instructions to each of them one by one: "The two elders of Mount Hua, do you agree? Sect Leader He Taichong, do you agree? Several elders of the Beggars' Sect, do you agree? Master Kongzhi, do you agree?"

"Can't we...uh...disagree?"

The two elders of the Huashan Sect asked timidly, rubbing their hands together.

The host, Master Kongzhi, also stepped forward and said, "Benefactor Lin, your identity is special. It is really inappropriate for you to be the leader of the martial arts alliance of my Great Yuan Dynasty. How about this, I will give you the Dragon-Slaying Saber and the right to dispose of the Golden-Haired Lion King. In return, you will give up the position of leader of the martial arts alliance."

Lin Bufan pretended to hesitate for a moment before agreeing, "Alright, I won't be your martial arts alliance leader, let Zhou Zhiruo be it."

Zhou Zhiruo?

She's one of Lin the Great Demon's people.

The members of the six major sects also felt troubled, and once again they all talked at once and had a heated discussion.

The final conclusion was: Zhou Zhiruo it is, it's better than Lin the Great Demon. If Lin the Great Demon were to become our leader, he would be fickle and make things difficult for us at every turn, and he would surely destroy us.

So they all shouted, "Good! Let Miss Zhou be the leader of the martial arts alliance!"

"Then we've reached a consensus."

Lin Bufan flew to Master Kongzhi and asked for the Dragon-Slaying Saber.

Master Kongzhi didn't dare to try anything funny and respectfully presented the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

Lin Bufan took the Dragon-Slaying Saber and swung it a few times in the sky to test its power.

Without using internal force, the sword energy cannot be fully released, clearly indicating that it is a fake Dragon-Slaying Saber, merely a replica.

"Are you trying to fool me with a fake knife?"

Lin Bufan grabbed the Buddhist beads around Master Kongzhi's neck and nearly strangled him to death.

"This old monk did not know it was a fake knife; it was given to us by Cheng Kun."

In desperation, Master Kongzhi blurted out the mastermind's name without thinking.

Everyone who heard this was furious.

Cheng Kun gave the Shaolin Temple a fake Dragon-Slaying Saber, and then the Shaolin Temple held a Lion-Slaying Assembly, inviting us over to make fun of us.

Are you kidding me? Who do you think you're treating like a monkey? Don't we have any dignity?

"Kongzhi, are you colluding with Cheng Kun?" the two elders of Mount Hua roared angrily.

“I almost forgot that Cheng Kun is their Uncle Yuanzhen. They colluded together and were in cahoots,” He Taichong added.

The Beggars' Sect disciples pounded the ground with their clubs, roaring and shouting in protest, displaying an imposing and powerful demeanor.

Master Kongzhi was helpless. He said, "We agreed to fight the Golden Lion King and the Demon Lord Lin together. Why are you pointing the finger at my Shaolin Temple?"

“We also have our difficulties. Abbot Kongwen was captured and imprisoned by Chengkun, but we rescued the abbot.”

"Bullshit, you old bald monk, you're just messing with us."

"Let me be frank with you, we came all this way for the Dragon-Slaying Saber. Now that you can't produce the saber, how about we give you a good beating?"

"You bald-headed monk."

"That old geezer is wicked."

Master Kongzhi was angered by the insult and retorted, "You talk as if the Dragon-Slaying Saber belongs to you. Even if it is real, it belongs to the Great Demon Lin, uh, Benefactor Lin."

Suddenly, Zhao Min pointed in a direction and shouted, "Master Cheng Kun is over there, he's on the roof!"

Everyone turned to look and, sure enough, saw Cheng Kun in the direction where the sun was setting.

Was Cheng Kun secretly observing every move of the massacre rally?

Cheng Kun sat comfortably on the rooftop, watching the fight unfold, enjoying the infighting between the six major sects and the Ming Cult.

Who knew Lin Bufan would suddenly appear and cause trouble, and now Princess Zhao Min has exposed him, making him furious.

"Princess Zhao Min, you..."

Cheng Kun pointed at Zhao Min from afar, unable to utter a harsh word for a long time, before finally cursing, "Our master-disciple relationship is severed, I have no disciple like you."

Turning around, it flew towards the back mountain.

Lin Bufan leaped up and chased after him.

Li Mochou, Xiaolongnu, Zhou Zhiruo, and the other women also followed.

The members of the six major sects, wanting to see the Dragon-Slaying Saber, naturally didn't want to be left behind.

The Ming Cult members carried the immobile Zhang Wuji and hurriedly chased after him to the back mountain.