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Six Major Sects Now I finally feel the taste of being caught in a dilemma.
"Ah, damn it..."
Some passionate young disciples felt humiliated inside, wanting to fight but were firmly held back by their elders. Without exception, they all failed. The elders whispered angrily in their ears, "Don't be impulsive; as long as the green mountains remain, we won't worry about firewood!"
A momentary defeat means nothing; there is nothing eternal in this world. It is either the east wind overpowering the west wind or the west wind overpowering the east wind. The older generation sees things much more clearly than these young ones.
Some disciples wanted to speak again, but the words got stuck in their throats, leaving them to seethe with impotent rage!
"How could this happen?"
"This shouldn't be!"
"That demon can actually make our Central Plains Six Major Sects unable to lift our heads!"
"Qing Shu, come back!!"
Song Yuanqiao's roar startled all the disciples of Six Major Sects, and they were filled with shock and anger. No one expected Song Qingshu to suddenly use a cloud ladder to leap onto the competition stage, looking ready to challenge that demon cult leader.
What an absurd situation this was!
"Hehe, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!" Jiang Han said with a calm expression, a cold smile on his face. Yet, his eyes were filled with boundless killing intent!
He was unwilling to offend Zhang Sanfeng, but that did not mean a third-generation disciple could undermine his authority and dignity.
"This is bad; it seems that Young Hero Qing Shu is going to be completely defeated by that demon!"
"Although his courage is commendable, sigh..."
"Is there anyone who can stand up to that demon? If we manage to rescue Young Hero Song Qingshu, Master Zhang from Wudang might offer a substantial reward."
"Come on, Shaolin has retreated, Emei is in shambles, and the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance, Zuo Lengchan, is far from being a match for that demon. Right now, we can only pray that Young Hero Song has divine protection."
"I wouldn't say that; it is rumored that Master Zhang once taught a martial arts formation. Seven late-stage Innate masters working together could contend with a Martial Arts Grandmaster for the duration of a stick of incense..."
"Unfortunately, the Big Dipper Seven Stars Formation is incomplete! The seven disciples of Wudang can't even gather together!"
The righteous people were discussing among themselves, but none took any substantial action to rescue him; it was as if they were watching a grand performance.
Song Yuanqiao felt a chill in his heart and deeply remembered the faces of various sects. What prestigious sects and mutual assistance—it's all just sweet talk, hypocritical kindness!
With a decision made in his heart, Song Yuanqiao quickly called out, "Elder, please hold on! My child is blind and does not understand the situation; it’s all my fault for not educating him properly. I will have him apologize to you!"
"Dad, I'm not afraid of him! At this critical moment when righteousness is at stake, as a disciple of Wudang, I must uphold justice and restore peace to the world." Song Qingshu urged his father to step down.
Song Yuanqiao was nearly driven to madness! He felt an overwhelming urge to curse! Usually such a clever boy, why did he seem like he had been poisoned today?!
It can't be that you've listened to too many tales from the rivers and lakes and lost your mind.
"Shut up!" Song Yuanqiao glared at him fiercely. After saying that, he took a deep breath.
Under the astonished expressions of the crowd, Song Yuanqiao steeled his heart and struck Song Qingshu's leg hard with the sword sheath!
"Crack!"
Then came a scream that echoed throughout the square. The crowd could clearly see Song Qingshu fall to the ground, his leg exposing white bone fragments, while beads of sweat covered his handsome face.
"How ruthless!"
Many people couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines, and some even gasped in shock. Those with ulterior motives secretly wondered if Song Qingshu was really Song Yuanqiao's son, and if Song Yuanqiao was trying to take this opportunity to get rid of the rumored child of Old Wang next door!
"Hey, I say, are you two just joking around?" Jiang Han said with a playful smile.
Song Yuanqiao broke into a slight sweat, wiped the nonexistent beads of sweat from his forehead, and then solemnly bowed to Jiang Han: "Senior, your skills are extraordinary; my Wudang Sect is in complete admiration! My son is ignorant and has offended you; I will leave his fate in your hands, but I hope you can spare his life..."
Jiang Han was slightly taken aback but then nodded: "Alright, however, your Wudang must return to the Central Plains immediately and not linger in the Western Regions! As for your precious son, it's best for you to take him back and teach him a lesson."
"Thank you, senior! Thank you, senior!" Song Yuanqiao exclaimed, excitedly dancing with joy.
He then looked at his son, who was sulking beside him, and scolded, "You ungrateful child! Why aren't you quickly apologizing to the senior?"
Jiang Han twitched his mouth and waved his hand, saying, "Forget it, forget it. There's no need for an apology. As long as you Wudang don't provoke me or the Manichaeism, I, the Saint Son, won't bother seeking trouble with your Wudang."
The group from Wudang carried Song Qingshu away, leaving the other major sects looking at each other in confusion.
They exchanged glances and almost simultaneously made a decision to call back their disciples and retreat!
It wasn't that they didn't have a chance; if they all charged together, even if the Manichaeism members were powerful, two fists could not defeat four hands.
However, if they acted that way, the cost would be too great. The experts on their side would likely be wiped out by that Supreme Demon!
Originally, they had come along with Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, and others just to gain some benefits. They couldn't bear to lose their current forces in a fight.
Seeing the Central Plains Martial Arts World led by the Six Major Sects retreating, the disciples of Manichaeism felt a wave of relief and couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter.
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