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Night Moon Crimson, Cold Mountains, Desolate.
At this moment, Xuanfo Temple was brightly lit. In the Martial Arts Square, a group of bloodied cultivators wore expressions of sorrow and indignation. The leader of the You Xian Sect, Yin Yang Wanderer, had disheveled hair, his body was filled with surging True Qi, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"The demons have chosen this moment to attack You Xian Sect," sighed the abbot of Xuanfo Temple, his face filled with concern. "I fear this is only the beginning."
Yin Yang Wanderer cried out, "The You Xian Sect has been destroyed! My poor disciples are nearly all gone; I truly feel unworthy before our ancestors."
"Amitabha, may you find peace in your grief," said Great Compassion Zen Master, joining his palms together and reciting a Buddhist chant.
"It seems that Zhongzhou is undergoing a great change. Whether Xuanfo Temple can escape this calamity remains uncertain," Great Suffering Zen Master lamented.
"Perhaps you should rest and recover first, Wandering Immortal. With the Buddha guarding Xuanfo Temple, the demons will not dare to act recklessly for now. We can discuss our strategies tomorrow morning," suggested Datong Zen Master, signaling for his disciples to take Wandering Immortal and his remaining few disciples to an empty Meditation Room.
"In that case, I must trouble you all, but I worry whether the demons will implicate your temple," said Wandering Immortal, his lips pale and filled with regret.
"There is no need for concern, for the Five Great Sects are like branches of the same tree. Now that the You Xian Sect is in trouble, it is only right for us at Xuanfo Temple to lend our assistance," replied Great Compassion Zen Master.
At that moment, an unusual sound suddenly erupted above Xuanfo Temple. The void split open, and down came Zhao Yang, Song Baliang, Long Xiao Wu, Nangong Wuxin, and Scholar Xiu. Zhao Yang felt an immense headache; such a spatial leap drained his mental energy significantly, causing his True Qi to become unstable. For someone like him, crossing space had surpassed the conventional limits of movement techniques. Even the legendary ability to traverse a thousand miles in a single step paled in comparison.
The appearance of Zhao Yang and the others immediately drew everyone's attention. "Datong Zen Master" asked, "What has happened?"
"Song Baliang" replied, "Master, the Overlord Sect has been exterminated; the Overlord Saint has already fallen in battle."
"Amitabha..." The disciples of the Buddhist Sect wore expressions of compassion as they chanted the Buddha's name.
The Wandering Immortal, upon seeing Zhao Yang, revealed a hint of cunning in his eyes, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips. However, no one seemed to notice this expression.
"The You Xian Sect and Overlord Sect have both been destroyed by the Demon General. With two of the Five Great Sects gone, it is clear that the demon race is targeting the Five Great Sects to seize Zhongzhou. The Zhongzhou Royal Family has already become a mere shadow after the Heavenly Mechanism Mountain Battle, and the Five Great Sects are the leaders of thousands of sects in Zhongzhou. If the Five Great Sects fall, chaos will ensue; with countless Transcendence Stage Experts causing havoc internally and the demon race invading externally, the Zhongzhou Continent will be in grave danger," said the Great Compassion Zen Master with evident concern. "At that time, the demon army will press down upon us, and there will be no one to resist. The Five Elements Continent will fall into the demon realm, and countless innocent citizens will gradually lose their humanity and become part of the demon race. But right now..."
"Great Kindness Master, the most important thing is to take down the Yin Yang Wanderer before us," Zhao Yang said, feeling some relief from his headache. His eyes were still bloodshot; forcibly using the essence of Time Walk had taken a toll on him, causing adverse effects akin to Shadow of Noodles. If it were anyone else, they would either be exhausted or driven mad.
Zhao Yang's words immediately drew frowns from several people. Although the Yin Yang Wanderer was not from Xuanfo Temple, he was still the leader of You Xian Sect. With the Five Great Sects facing annihilation, they should stand united rather than harbor hostility. However, those familiar with Zhao Yang knew there must be a reason behind his words.
"What do you mean, Zhao Yang?" shouted a disciple from You Xian Sect, unable to tolerate any insult towards their leader.
"Nothing much; I just wanted to ask why your sect's leader harbors murderous intent towards me," Zhao Yang replied calmly as he looked at the Yin Yang Wanderer. He then pointed at a group of You Xian Sect disciples and added, "And there's another person who seems to harbor intense hatred for me."
Zhao Yang walked toward where the You Xian Sect disciples were gathered. They instinctively stepped back, aware that Zhao Yang was no ordinary person. The news of him slaying the Sword Saint had already spread throughout the cultivation world, shocking everyone. This man was beyond what their new generation could contend with; only someone from an older generation could face him. They couldn't help but wonder if their leader could match Zhao Yang.
With every step Zhao Yang took, a disciple from You Xian Sect retreated further. Their expressions were wary and filled with indignation as they felt like tigers fallen into a valley being bullied by dogs.
In the spot where You Xian Sect's disciples had originally stood, a young man in his twenties appeared before everyone. He had a handsome face like jade and an elegant demeanor, though there was a hint of despondency in his brow; more prominently was his anger as he glared at Zhao Yang standing opposite him.
However, what puzzled everyone was that he was squatting on a chair equipped with wheels on either side, and both of his pant legs were conspicuously empty!
Such a striking young man turned out to be disabled; it was hard not to feel a sense of regret over this unfortunate fate.
"Is he the Youxian Saint Child?" Song Baliang recognized the young man. Years ago, when the disciples of the Five Sects participated in the Haotian Secret Realm, Xuanfo Temple was instructed by the Xuanbing Buddha to allow only Song Baliang from Xuanfo Temple to participate.
When Song Baliang met the other four Holy Sons during the gathering of the Five Sects, they were known as the Azure Play Saint, Overlord Saint Child, Youxian Saint Child, and Fallen Flower Saintess. All four of them were proud and arrogant, refusing to acknowledge each other. Song Baliang's carefree personality clashed with their serious demeanor.
Later, the rare young genius Azure Play Saint was deceived and killed by Zhao Yang within the Haotian Secret Realm, his body fed to cattle.
The Overlord Saint Child, Yuan Lie, was forced out of the Haotian Secret Realm by Zhao Yang and dared not enter Hao Tian Realm to seize the Haotian Pill. The Youxian Saint Child was severely injured by Zhao Yang and left incapacitated. The Fallen Flower Saintess conspired with the Divine Serpent Cult to hunt down Liu Rou but was nearly killed by Zhao Yang. When the truth came to light, Miao Yujie feared that the Consort of Rain would be angered upon learning of it and executed the Fallen Flower Saintess on the spot.
Only Song Baliang became Zhao Yang's senior brother. As he recalled this, a hint of pride appeared on his face; he felt no sympathy for the Youxian Saint Child. He remembered how, in front of everyone, the Youxian Saint Child had said he was unworthy of being a Holy Son, claiming he was only fit for chopping wood and carrying dung. The Youxian Saint Child had humiliated him by comparing his abilities to his hair length and had even gathered a group to block him and beat him up. If it weren't for his master arriving just in time, he might have been seriously injured or worse.
At that time, Song Baliang had vowed that if they ever crossed paths again, he would not let him off easily. He was someone who repaid grievances; everyone who bullied him in his youth eventually faced retribution from him in later years. Now seeing the Youxian Saint Child in such a miserable state—clearly suffering from a severe injury to his foundational cultivation—he knew that without recovering to Nascent Soul Stage, there would be no way for him to regain his strength.
He clenched his fists and disdainfully stared at the Youxian Saint Child. Clearing his throat, he said, "Junior Brother, if you want to fight him, leave it to me. I’ll use just one-tenth of my strength against him; that wouldn’t even count as bullying!"
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