With Xiao Zhao and Qu Feiyan's current strength, they could even put up a fight against ordinary martial artists in the early or middle stages of the Innate Realm, let alone these second- or third-rate martial artists who practiced three cultivations.
In less than three breaths, the two women had killed all the martial artists and brought them down, adding a few more corpses to the Bright Peak.
After Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao turned back, Chu Qinghe slowly turned around and led the two women toward the back of Bright Peak.
The sounds of battle still echoed across Bright Peak.
The corpses at the foot of the mountain were already cold and stiff.
The blood left from these corpses, under the scorching sun, mingled with the earth and soil.
Occasionally, Ming Cult disciples would flee down the mountain with fear on their faces.
Some disciples of the Kongtong or Kunlun sects, trembling with fear, lay amidst piles of corpses, smearing their faces and bodies with blood to disguise themselves as dead.
In this desperate situation of death, everyone does their best, either fighting bravely against the enemy or trying to save themselves.
After nearly four hours of continuous fighting, the mountain wind blowing across Bright Peak seemed to carry a pungent smell of blood, giving people an inexplicable chill.
However, compared to the early morning, the sounds of fighting on the mountain had moved from the foot of the mountain to the top.
This indicates that the battle in which the six major sects besieged Bright Peak was gradually coming to an end.
On the back mountain of Bright Peak, in that vast flat area nearly a hundred feet high, the people of the six major sects and the Ming Cult stood facing each other.
However, compared to the six major sects, the Ming Cult is clearly at a disadvantage.
For the Ming Cult, the situation could only be described as "precarious".
At this moment, the six major sects and the remnants of the Ming Cult stood a hundred meters apart on the back mountain.
The disciples of Wudang Sect who had reached the Innate Realm, such as Song Yuanqiao and Yin Liting, and the elders of Southern Shaolin Sect led by Kong Zhi and Kong Jian, were all circulating their true qi and regulating their breathing, just like Abbess Miejue and the others.
Both sides were fighting each other, using their internal energy to recover their strength and true qi, clearly preparing for the final battle.
Inside Bright Summit, Wei Yixiao, who had previously gone to Blackwood Cliff, was breathing noticeably erratic.
The wounds left by the swords and knives on his body made Wei Yixiao's already pale face even more bloodless, making his appearance even more terrifying.
While adjusting his breathing, Zhou Dian, one of the Five Wanderers of the Ming Cult, couldn't help but send a low, hushed message: "Old Bat, didn't you say the people from the Sun Moon Cult would come? Where are they? If they don't come soon, we're all doomed."
In response to Zhou Dian's words, Wei Yixiao replied telepathically, "Dongfang Bubai did agree to make a move, but I don't know why he hasn't arrived yet."
Seeing this, Zhou Dian couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it, is Dongfang Bubai trying to fool us?"
At this moment, the Cloth Bag Monk, one of the Five Wanderers, asked, "Left Envoy Yang, what should we do now?"
As the Laughing Buddha's voice rang out, the eyes of the Ming Cult's Innate Realm warriors all turned to the handsome middle-aged man in front of them.
The man, dressed in a white coarse cloth robe, appeared to be in his forties. He had a handsome appearance, but his eyebrows drooped slightly and deep wrinkles appeared around his mouth, giving him a somewhat aged and sorrowful look.
He is Yang Xiao, the Left Guardian of the Ming Cult and the current acting leader of the Ming Cult.
Sensing the gazes of those behind him, Yang Xiao exhaled a breath of stale air and said, "Let's fight to the death!"
His voice, slightly hoarse from exhaustion, carried a sense of helplessness, yet it also conveyed a feeling of determination.
Seeing this, Wei Yixiao and the others stopped talking and focused all their energy on regulating their breathing.
However, at this moment, on this back mountain, besides the people from the six major sects and the Ming Cult, there were also some other martial artists or corpse hunters scattered around watching the situation unfold.
On a protruding rock about five miles away from the six major sects and the Ming Cult, Qu Feiyan's gaze was clearly filled with doubt as she looked at the Wudang disciples and the monks of the Southern Shaolin Temple.
In sight, almost 70% of the disciples from the four sects—Emei, Kongtong, Kunlun, and Huashan Sword Sect—were injured, their faces pale, and their steps unsteady.
Clearly, he was exhausted from the series of battles.
The disciples from Wudang and Southern Shaolin were in no better shape. Their clothes were covered in scratches from swords and knives, their faces and bodies were stained with blood, and their breathing was noticeably heavier.
They really do look similar to the Emei Sect and the other three sects, as if they had just gone through a fierce battle before finally reaching the summit of Bright Peak.
Xiao Zhao couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, didn't the Wudang Sect and the Southern Shaolin Sect not fight to the death when they encountered the Ming Cult before? How come they look the same as the other four sects now?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Qinghe glanced at the people from Wudang and Southern Shaolin in the arena and said in a low voice, "With so many people watching, it wouldn't make sense if everyone's clothes were spotless."
With Chu Qinghe's medical skills, he could naturally see that the disciples of the Emei and Kongtong sects were indeed exhausted and injured.
However, the people from Wudang and Southern Shaolin were just pretending.
Xiao Zhao asked in astonishment, "Does Young Master mean they're faking it?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Qinghe gave a soft "hmm".
As he replied, Chu Qinghe couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Originally, for both factions, this siege of Bright Peak was just a formality, a symbolic gesture, with participation being the main focus.
Who would have thought that the people from Wudang and Southern Shaolin would put on makeup before going up the mountain?
With such professional ethics, he truly deserves to be called a towering figure in the martial arts world.
In short, it can be summed up in two words: "professional".
(End of this chapter)
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