Abbess Miejue was still not satisfied and wanted to continue attacking Wei Yixiao.
However, with Yang Xiao's attack, Miejue had no choice but to refocus her attention on him.
The two fought with lightning speed.
The sword energy spread out, leaving the main hall of Bright Peak riddled with holes and almost reduced to ruins.
"Old nun! I'll let you off today for Xiaofu's sake. If you don't back down, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
After fighting for about a hundred rounds, Yang Xiao's breathing became disordered. He retreated to a pillar and uttered some harsh words.
The Abbess Miejue's originally calm expression changed drastically upon hearing the name "Xiaofu."
"Thief! Die!"
Abbess Miejue became increasingly impatient as she wielded her sword.
Yang Xiao's lips curled slightly as he stroked his mustache.
Taking advantage of the fierce attack from the enemy, he moved swiftly and came behind them, striking out with a palm.
"Master, be careful!"
The Emei disciples were anxious and cried out repeatedly.
Abbess Miejue had no time to react.
Although she has greatly improved her martial arts skills by practicing the Nine Yin Manual these days, her pregnancy has affected her performance.
Just then.
Yang Xiao's figure froze in mid-air, as if time had stopped.
But the others did not stop.
Abbess Miejue reacted quickly, swung her sword, and severed one of Yang Xiao's arms.
"ah!!!"
Yang Xiao clutched his wound and screamed in agony.
The White-browed Eagle King quickly flew over and sealed the major acupoints on his body, thus stopping the bleeding.
"Left Envoy Yang, why are you standing still in mid-air?"
The White-browed Eagle King helped him to the side and hurriedly asked.
"I don't know either. It's like someone is controlling me, making me unable to move."
Yang Xiao was still shaken; that sword strike had almost cleaved him in two, but luckily it had missed by a hair's breadth.
"father!"
A young girl with red eyes ran over and hugged Yang Xiao.
Looking at the girl, Abbess Miejue had some guesses, but still asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Yang Buhui!" The girl looked up and glared angrily at Abbess Miejue. "My mother said that she would never regret it, even if she died!"
"Excellent! Excellent! What a wonderful statement: 'Even if I die, I will not regret it!'"
Enraged, Abbess Miejue swung her sword at Yang Xiao again, this time intending to kill Yang Buhui as well.
Just as the White-browed Eagle King was about to intervene, a young man stepped forward, drawing circles with his hands to create an invisible aura that blocked the sword energy.
"Excellent! What a hero among the young!" the White-browed Eagle King exclaimed in delight. "What's your name? Whose subordinate are you?"
"Outside..." the boy hesitated, "My name is Zeng Aniu, and I am... I was brought back by the Cloth Bag Monk."
"Zeng Aniu! Are you going to aid and abet evil?"
Abbess Miejue stared at the boy.
Before attacking Bright Peak, Zeng Aniu had spent some time with the Emei Sect and others.
“No.” Zeng Aniu waved his hands repeatedly. “I just don’t want the fighting to continue. All these sacrifices are meaningless.”
Zeng Aniu looked at the group of Wudang disciples and saw familiar faces.
The Wudang Sect members also felt that Zeng Aniu looked familiar.
"Wuji! You are my Wuji child!"
Zhang Cuishan stepped forward and stared at Zhang Wuji.
"Father! It's me!"
Zhang Wuji wiped the dirt off his face and recognized Zhang Cuishan.
Zhang Cuishan asked, "Where is your mother?"
“My mother…” Zhang Wuji recalled unpleasant memories. Half a year ago, he and his mother, Yin Susu, left Wudang and returned to Bright Peak to visit his maternal grandfather, but unexpectedly encountered Yuan army experts…
"My mother was captured by the Yuan army. It was the Tartars who started this conflict, wanting us martial arts practitioners to fight to the death."
Zhang Wuji explained, "My mother helped me escape from the Tartars, and later I encountered many things. For some reason, I came to Bright Peak and saw many things."
"The conflict between the Ming Cult and the Six Major Sects was actually a conspiracy by Cheng Kun!"
"Cheng Kun, the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand, is the master of Xie Xun, the Golden-haired Lion King, and also the Shaolin Temple monk Yuanzhen. He has long since surrendered to the Yuan Dynasty."
No sooner had Zhang Wuji finished speaking than he was met with a sword strike from Abbess Miejue.
A long, drawn-out cry of sword energy.
"What a joke! Yang Xiao killing my senior brother and forcibly marrying my disciple was also Cheng Kun's conspiracy?"
Abbess Miejue sneered and completely ignored Zhang Wuji.
"Extinction! Stop harming my son!"
Zhang Cuishan rushed over.
"Fifth Senior Brother, I'm here to help you."
Fifth Junior Brother, don't be impulsive.
Other Wudang disciples also rushed over.
Although Abbess Miejue's sword energy was fierce, it was naturally completely neutralized when faced with so many experts.
"snort!"
Abbess Miejue snorted coldly and did not make another move.
Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Father! My fellow martial uncles and senior brothers, don't underestimate me. I have made great progress these days and I am not afraid of Abbess Miejue."
"Arrogant!"
Ding Minjun stepped forward and said coldly.
Zhou Zhiruo also said, "Zhang Wuji, stop being so presumptuous!"
"Zhang Wuji! We kindly took you in before, and this is how you repay us?"
The Emei disciples united against the outside world, all glaring at Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji lowered his head shyly, feeling a little embarrassed.
Zhang Cuishan clasped his hands in a fist salute to the Emei Sect members and said, "Ladies, I apologize to you on behalf of Wuji. I will personally visit the Emei Sect to thank you for your past kindness in the future."
Abbess Miejue said, "There's no need for that. It's as if we saved this boy out of gratitude. I despise that!"
Zhang Cuishan looked embarrassed.
The White-Browed Eagle King stepped forward and said, "You are the son of Zhang Wuxia and Susu? Then you are my grandson?"
Zhang Wuji said, "Yes, Grandpa, I am your grandson."
"Good grandson! You've surpassed your master!"
The White-browed Eagle King glanced at Zhang Wuji, becoming more and more satisfied with his appearance.
Zhang Cuishan touched his nose. "The student surpasses the master," does that mean his son is more outstanding than his father?
What was supposed to be a decisive battle turned into a family reunion.
He Taichong of the Kunlun Sect said, "Are you Wudang Sect still going to fight? The evil cult has not yet been destroyed, and you are already causing trouble?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
