A cloud of dust rolled away, revealing Jiang Han standing in the center, head held high, exuding a powerful aura. Opposite him, the Kong Zhi monk was covered in bruises, his face filled with unwillingness. Unfortunately, the spark in his eyes had faded, becoming vacant. His emaciated hand reached out toward the void before drooping down weakly. His murky eyes widened in shock, and his expression froze.
"Divine Monk!" The members of the Six Major Sects cried out in grief.
No one expected such an outcome; they trembled with rage, as if ready to rush forward and tear Jiang Han apart.
"This...," the White-Browed Eagle King said, nearly pulling out his beard in disbelief as he looked at Yang Xiao and asked, "Are young people nowadays this fierce?"
Kong Zhi was no ordinary character; he was the head of the Shaolin Arhat Hall and held a significant position in the Jianghu Martial World, often regarded by martial artists as someone with profound skills and high moral standing.
Before this moment, no one would have thought that this Shaolin Divine Monk would meet his end at the hands of Manichaeism's Bright Summit!
Yin Tianzheng believed that his internal strength and martial arts skills were on par with Kong Zhi's. Even if he were to take action himself, he could never defeat him within a hundred moves. Yet the Saint Son managed to kill him effortlessly!
When Yin Tianzheng looked at Jiang Han again, a trace of barely perceptible respect appeared on his face.
"Haha, blue comes from indigo and is better than indigo! Master Yang has successors!" Yang Xiao said with great satisfaction.
He had supported Manichaeism through thick and thin for many years, bearing immense pressure that only he understood. Now that Jiang Han possessed Grandmaster-level martial arts skills, he saw hope for the revival of Manichaeism!
The Xiaoyao Elders frowned, hesitating as they said, "The Saint Son killed Kong Zhi, and the Extinction Master’s fate is uncertain. It seems these two factions will be locked in a deadly struggle with our Manichaeism."
The others listened with heavy expressions.
The Emei Sect is not a concern, but the Shaolin must not be underestimated.
"Hmph, if they die, then so be it. They should be taught a lesson to announce the return of my Manichaeism!" Wei Yixiao said with a sneer.
What nonsense is this Shaolin! If the followers of Manichaeism gather, which sect in the world could stand against them?
"The Azure Wing Bat King makes a valid point," the White-Browed Eagle King agreed. "When have we ever feared anything in Manichaeism?"
Yang Xiao also shared the same sentiment, "Today, the Six Major Sects are attacking my Bright Summit. It was already stated before the competition that 'life and death are not to be discussed.' Now that Shaolin has lost a head monk from the Shaolin Arhat Hall, they will have to swallow their pride!"
The crowd was somewhat surprised; Yang Xiao had changed from his previous submissive stance towards the Six Major Sects and had become assertive again. Could it be…
Everyone looked towards the direction of Saint Son Jiang Han, all deep in thought. Previously, Manichaeism had shown weakness externally because Master Yang was missing, and both the Golden Lion King and Purple Robe Dragon King among the Four Great Dharma Kings were nowhere to be found, resulting in a significant loss of mid- to low-level disciples. Now that Saint Son has demonstrated the strength to inherit the leadership, it is only natural to gradually restore Manichaeism's former glory!
In the center of the competition stage,
"Master!" Song Yuanqiao hurried over to Extinction's side. After confirming that she still had a faint breath, he quickly took out a small green bottle from his pocket and stuffed a healing pill into her mouth.
At this moment, the female disciples of Emei Sect no longer held back and rushed onto the competition stage, crying out in despair. Upon seeing Extinction Master's tragic state, Ding Minjun gritted her teeth and unsheathed her sword with a clang, ready to avenge Extinction Master.
Inspired by her, other Emei disciples also drew their swords and formed a sword formation as they pressed towards Jiang Han. These female disciples were slender yet resolute, determined to fight to the death.
Jiang Han frowned slightly and waved his hand, unleashing an unmatched gust of palm wind that sent more than ten Emei female disciples flying ten zhang away, crashing to the ground, their bodies limp and weak.
This is a technique from the "Seven Absolute Fist Classic," which he has skillfully adapted into a casual move, yet its power is not inferior to some yellow-tier martial arts.
"Don't be ungrateful!" Jiang Han was not a lecherous fiend, so he had no thoughts of cherishing delicate women. He glanced at these female disciples who couldn't even block his casual strike, and a hint of killing intent flickered in his eyes.
Once he ascended to the position of Manichaeism Leader, what kind of woman wouldn't he have? Beautiful, charming, gentle, tsundere... Gathering enough for three palaces and six courtyards would surely not be a problem! Why bother provoking those peculiar female spirits from Emei?
During this time, he did glance at Zhang Wuji's childhood friend, Zhou Zhiruo, but after a brief appraisal, he couldn't help but shake his head inwardly. She was as thin as a skeleton, with hardly any flesh on her body; he simply couldn't see what was appealing about her.
Moreover, this seemingly gentle woman clearly harbored boundless ambition deep down. A woman who doesn't obediently accept favor but instead thinks about stirring up trouble all day long was truly not to his taste.
"Your Excellency's strikes seem rather heavy," Song Yuanqiao remarked after looking at the Emei Disciples and noticing they only suffered superficial injuries. He felt slightly relieved but then turned to the weak Extinction Master and couldn't help but sigh.
Jiang Han raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms disdainfully, saying, "The rule of life and death being disregarded in the arena was proposed by your Six Major Sects. Now you're blaming me for being ruthless?"
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