Right Emissary Fu erged just in ti to hear Tang Wenliang's bold and shaless words, and imdiately could not help but leap out.
His appearance indeed attracted the attention of both parties, instantly making him the focus.
Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and the five Hermits who had been taken down by Cheng Kun initially thought the familiar attire signified Fan Yao's return, but their expressions quickly turned to astonishnt.
Who is this guy?
Since when did our Ming Cult have such a person?
Tang Wenliang was originally up there to show his face, bullying Yin Tianzheng who, after a series of fights, was nearly delirious.
But now, suddenly a man with clearly profound skill appeared, catching him sowhat off guard, yet he still refused to concede defeat, saying
"Who is this presumptuous rat, so arrogant as to insult our ancestors?"
"I am Right Emissary Fu Yi of the thirtieth generation of the Ming Cult, youngster, let see what you're made of."
Right Emissary Fu thundered a cry and leapt forth.
Although he seed to be about the sa age as Tang Wenliang, he kept calling him 'junior'.
The key was that Fu Yi's power was indeed not weak; although Tang Wenliang was no diocrity, it also depended on who the opponent was.
As Right Emissary Fu casually neutralized the other's Seven Injuries Fist and turned its power back on Tang Wenliang to send him flying.
Yang Xiao, despite reeling from the numbing effects of the Hell's Yin Wind in his body, stood up in shock and blurted out
"The Great Shift of Qiankun!"
"What? The Great Shift of Qiankun? Is he really the emissary of the thirtieth generation?"
"How is that possible!"
"Has he achieved cultivation?"
"..."
The five Hermits, who had previously experienced Yang Xiao's second level of the Great Shift of Qiankun, were also shocked when they saw him pointing it out.
The stranger coming forward and claiming to be the Right Emissary of the thirtieth generation had seed odd to them.
But now that the Great Shift of Qiankun had been revealed, there was no doubt that it greatly increased his credibility!
"Hmm, are these the juniors a hundred years later? Why do they all look so sickly, even being chased to the Bright Summit?"
"Truly intriguing..."
By this ti, the Left Emissary and three Protectors had also stepped forward.
Seeing the wounded all over the ground on the side of the Ming Cult, each one of them put on the face of a senior expert.
Afterward, it was Yang Buhui who upon seeing Xiaozhao and Zhang Wuji, couldn't help but speak out
"Brother Wuji?"
Zhang Wuji had previously t with Yang Buhui upon his arrival and had even disclosed his identity, so she knew who he was.
Now seeing him co forward with Xiaozhao, she also exclaid in surprise
"Could you have co out of the secret chamber?"
Hearing Yang Buhui's words, Yang Xiao's expression shifted as well, his face full of astonishnt.
The case is cracked!
Could it be that this is why the Ming Cult's forbidden ground is off-limits to everyone but the Sect Hierarch?
Could it be a way to seek reinforcents from a hundred years ago?!
The ancients had a clearly stronger affinity for the mystical, and with the northern grassland Yuan army mixing with the Tujue, it even indirectly confird many possibilities.
At this mont, Fu Yi had already challenged the Five Elders of Kongtong, and although his Great Shift of Qiankun appeared similar to Yang Xiao's, it was child's play to deal with the likes of the Five Elders of Kongtong.
But after all, he had only traveled from one hundred years in the past and hadn't acquired a century's worth of power from thin air.
So, after completing the challenge against Kongtong, he swiftly retreated with a leap
"No wonder they made it to the Bright Summit, there's still so capability. A century later and even Shaolin monks dare to stick their heads out, huh."
Fu Yi stood with his hands behind his back, but his inner strength had already depleted seven or eight parts out of ten.
"Alright, we'll leave this place to Brother Wuji, let's go help the other cult mbers."
In Fu Yi's eyes, although Zhang Wuji was not as outstanding as Tao Yu, being able to master the Great Shift of Qiankun in such a short ti was indeed monstrous, and he should be able to handle the current situation without any problems.
Because of the intervention from Right Emissary Fu's Great Shift of Qiankun and this sudden help, the Ming Cult, which was on the brink of defeat, accepted the aid quite eagerly.
In such tis, one would have to drink even a bowl of poison if necessary!
If soone is offering help, no matter the reason, first survive the ordeal then worry about the rest!
"Thank you, brothers."
Yang Xiao, feeling a Protector channeling inner strength into his body, could not help but express his gratitude, but then he asked
"I wonder if our thirtieth-generation Sect Hierarch's predecessor has also co."
"The thirtieth-generation Sect Hierarch delved into demonic practice, but we are accompanied by our thirtieth-generation's Sect Hierarch, renowned for his divine skills."
A Dharma King gave Tao Yu a respectful gesture, his voice full of admiration.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the senior mbers of the Ming Cult suddenly changed their expressions.
"Foolishness!"
"Is it the thirty-first Sect Hierarch who lost the Sacred Fire Order?"
"It's over..."
"..."
Initially, seeing the brethren from a hundred years past coming to their aid, they also felt hopeful again.
But who could have imagined it was the thirty-first Sect Hierarch, the disgrace of the Ming Cult, leading the team?
It was under his watch that the Sacred Fire Order was seized by the Beggar's Sect.
Given the current disadvantage, even their support seed futile!
This directly caused the complexions of the Dharma Kings and the left and right Guardians, who worshipped Tao Yu as a deity, to change.
"Silence, I don't know who the original thirty-first Sect Hierarch was, but now our Sect Hierarch Tao's Divine Skill is unmatched in the world, definitely not the person you speak of."
Shi Zuoshi let out a booming laugh.
He was significantly younger than Fu Yi, full of vigor and vitality; hearing these incompetent juniors utter such words, he couldn't help but rebuke them.
However, it was obvious that the experts from the six major sects would not allow the Ming Cult mbers to reminisce here.
Shaolin's Kong Zhi imdiately brought his hands together, chanting the na of Buddha
"Amitabha, a single flower is a world, a single leaf is enlightennt; respected benefactors from a century ago, it's quite possible that you truly hail from a hundred years past, just as the Tujue who appeared from the grasslands centuries ago."
Because of the prior situation with the Tujue from the grasslands, combined with so Buddhist doctrines,
Kong Zhi's understanding turned out to be the quickest.
"So it is, you gave us quite a fright; but the Ming Cult of a hundred years ago wasn't as powerful as it is now!"
At this mont, Huashan Sect's Xian Yutong also ca forward with a fan in his hand, his face revealing a relieved expression.
"At first, the sudden appearance of characters from a hundred years ago truly scared , but if it's just the Ming Cult from a hundred years ago, that's nothing to be concerned about."
Having said that, he also glanced at the people who had now co forward.
The left and right Guardians of the Bright Summit, the three Great Dharma Kings, Tao Yu, as well as Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao.
In total just these few people, hardly worth considering.
With one side taking the lead and the other following, and indeed only a few people erging, it really did allow the six major sects to relax.
Only Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Wuji with so uncertainty.
Although he did not recognize the Zhang Wuji of the present, the earlier remark by Yang Buhui had caught his attention.
At this mont, Zhang Wuji, who had been behind Yin Tianzheng, providing Inner Strength to save his grandfather, had just released his hold, slowly exhaling in relief.
Yin Tianzheng was rely drained and was otherwise unhard.
"Young brother, thank you."
"Grandfather, I am Wuji."
Compared to the original story, where he still kept a bit of secrecy, this ti he was much more open.
With Tao Yu backing him up, he had a lot more confidence.
While Yin Tianzheng was still in a daze, Zhang Wuji had already leapt up to the center of the arena and addressed the crowd with folded hands,
"Ladies and gentlen, the siege of Bright Summit by the six major sects was originally the conspiracy of 'Cheng Kun of the Chaotic Thunder Hand'..."
Having said that, he began to slowly explain so of the situation he knew.
Tao Yu, on the other hand, chose not to intervene; misunderstandings unresolved and simply suppressed by force could potentially explode into internal issues at any unforeseen ti.
After this matter was resolved, he certainly had to return to the present world; truly settling disputes would be more stable, and Tao Yu did not want any unforeseen complications upon his return.
Given the original situation, it was best for Zhang Wuji, who had both the blood of the Ming Cult and Wudang, to resolve these grievances.
"Amitabha! My nephew Yuan Zhen has exhausted his strength and perished; will you place all the bla on a dead man's head? You insult the na of Shaolin!"
Kong Xing, an expert in the Dragon Claw Hand, had a fiery temper, and directly ca out to refute Zhang Wuji's words, startling the honest and straightforward Zhang Wuji.
"Ah? Cheng Kun is dead?"
"That's right, that monk and the Savage King competed in Inner Strength until exhaustion led to death."
At this point, Yin Tianzheng also ca forward to confirm that Yuan Zhen was indeed 'dead,' leading Zhang Wuji to believe it as truth.
And at that mont, Tao Yu still appropriately ca forward to save the situation, chuckling lightly,
"The art of faking one's death is not anything profound; without seeing the corpse, it cannot be confird."
After Tao Yu stepped forward, Zhang Wuji automatically yielded the central position.
He never liked competing; this ti he only acted because it concerned his adoptive father, grandfather, and The Seven Heroes of Wudang.
"So many have died today, it's natural that bodies cannot be found right away."
Kong Xing was clearly dissatisfied with them 'implying' guilt upon a deceased nephew.
"Let's do this, I'll try to find him. He might not have gone far right now, or he could even be sowhere nearby, watching us..."
Tao Yu grinned, then took a deep, steadying breath. In the next mont, propelled by Ghost Prison Yin Wind, a rolling clamor surged forth
"Cheng Kun..."
The echoing sound of the na 'Cheng Kun' reverberated in waves.
Even though Tao Yu chose not to attack those present, rely extending the reach of his voice,
everyone still felt their Qi-Blood roiling and their heads spinning, experiencing the trendous Inner Strength contained within!
This left everyone utterly astonished!
The so-called thirty-generation Bright Summit's right Guardian who had co forward already demonstrated profound Inner Strength.
Yet compared to Tao Yu's voice, it was like the difference between a lake and an ocean!
With this display of Inner Strength, no one present was a match for him!
Bright Summit was a mountain peak; his voice, unbridled, carried far and wide.
At this mont, Tao Yu also felt a sudden decline in his ntal energy, the ditation Technique with its propensity for collapse in use, coupled with his High Spiritual Perception, brought a smile to his face,
"As expected, found him, just wasted a bit of energy..."
No sooner had Tao Yu spoken than he left a trail of afterimages behind as he instantly departed from Bright Summit and plunged down the mountain.
That terrifying speed and the afterimages left in his wake caused the onlookers, who had just recovered from their Qi-Blood turmoil, to change their expressions drastically.
The rugged boulders of Bright Summit seed like flat ground beneath Tao Yu's feet, the steep cliffs unable to hinder him in the least; every prominence left behind one of his afterimages, extending in a trail!
What sort of sound technique is this?
What kind of lightness skill!
Is this even human?
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