Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

The stern-faced female disciple, Ding Minjun, couldn't help but ask, "Master, those demons haven't gone far yet. Shouldn't we chase after them?"

She was always jealous of Abbess Miejue's favoritism towards Ji Xiaofu and her intention to pass the leadership of the sect to Ji Xiaofu.

Hearing that Ji Xiaofu was walking with members of the Ming Cult filled him with great pleasure, but he still couldn't bear to see Ji Xiaofu die alive.

"No need, let them go."

Abbess Miejue smiled coldly: "You should each go to the Shaolin, Wudang, Huashan, Kunlun and other sects to send letters, inviting the leaders of each sect to come and discuss the matter of eliminating the Demonic Sect."

……

Soon, news spread throughout the martial arts world that the Ming Cult's top leaders would gather at Bright Peak to vie for the position of Ming Cult leader, and even the Yuan Mongol court heard the news.

For a time, the entire Central Plains martial arts world was unusually lively.

In a secret manor, high-ranking members of several major sects gathered.

Abbess Miejue of the Emei Sect, Master Kongzhi of Shaolin, the Five Elders of Kongtong Sect, He Taichong and Ban Shuxian of Kunlun Sect, and Xian Yutong of Huashan Sect were all present.

Extinction glanced around, frowned, and asked, "Where are the Wudang Sect members?"

Zhang Sanfeng is of exceptional status, so it's understandable that he didn't come, but why didn't Song Yuanqiao and the others come either?

One of her disciples replied, "Master, I sent a message to Wudang. Hero Song said that the Wudang Sect is unwilling to get involved in the conflict between good and evil in the martial world."

"Oh!"

"Yu Daiyan was injured by the Demonic Sect, and Ji Xiaofu is Yin Liting's fiancée. How can they ignore such a great feud?"

"I think it's because of Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu's relationship. They're afraid they'll lose face if they see their old in-law Yin Tianzheng at Bright Peak!" He Taichong said sarcastically, curling his lip.

"Amitabha, we will lose a powerful force by missing Wudang and the siege of Bright Peak." Master Kongzhi shook his head and sighed.

"Hmph, even if Wudang doesn't participate, with the strength of our sects, we are more than capable of wiping out those dead fish and rotten shrimps of the Demonic Sect!"

Miejue sneered, then looked at Xianyu Tong: "Hero Xianyu, I heard you have a new sect leader surnamed Yue. Why hasn't he come?"

Xianyu Tong smiled faintly: "Our sect leader said that he will appear at Bright Peak. As for how to proceed, it is entirely up to the Abbess and Master Kongzhi to arrange. I will convey the action plan to the sect leader at that time."

Chapter 107 Battle at the Foot of Kunlun Mountain

Chahantemur was the Prince of Ruyang in the Mongol Yuan Dynasty. He held the official position of Grand Commandant and commanded the military power of the entire country.

This man was skilled in both literature and martial arts, and was extremely adept at commanding troops. He defeated several Han Chinese rebel armies and was also a key figure in suppressing the Ming Cult.

He had countless skilled generals under his command and also recruited many martial arts masters, including not only martial artists from the Central Plains but also monks from the Western Regions.

More than two years ago, the general who was beheaded by Yue Zhuo's swords after capturing Yuanzhou City was one of his subordinates.

Wang Baobao rushed into the study.

"Father, what's the matter that you summoned me back in such a hurry?"

Wang Baobao, son of the Prince of Ruyang, inherited his father's talent for commanding troops.

"Have you heard the news that the Ming Cult is vying for the position of leader?" Prince Ruyang asked instead of answering.

Wang Baobao nodded: "This matter has caused quite a stir in the martial arts world, and the activities of the Ming Cult rebels have calmed down considerably recently. According to reliable sources, Shaolin, Wudang, and other sects will also take this opportunity to besiege Bright Peak."

In recent years, almost every uprising against the Mongol Yuan Dynasty has had the shadow of the Ming Cult. Even if it is not an organization of Ming Cult disciples, they are still supporting it from behind.

Fortunately, the Ming Cult was internally divided and acted independently, like a pile of loose sand, which allowed the Mongol Yuan Dynasty to suppress the uprisings each time.

Once the Ming Cult elects a new leader, its various branches will inevitably unite as one, posing a significant threat.

Wang Baobao would naturally pay close attention to this kind of matter.

"Martial arts practitioners in the Central Plains have always been dissatisfied with the rule of the imperial court and have committed many acts of rebellion."

Their fight presents us with a golden opportunity to severely cripple the martial arts world of the Central Plains.

“Father, I understand what you mean. I will lead the army to Bright Peak immediately.” Wang Baobao’s eyes hardened, and he immediately cupped his hands and said.

“Remember, don’t make a big show of it,” the Prince of Ruyang reminded him. “These experts from the Central Plains are all quite strong. Let them fight amongst themselves first. Once most of them are dead, then you can send troops to encircle and annihilate them. Try not to let a single one escape.”

"I know, kid."

Wang Baobao nodded before turning and leaving.

He was about to leave the palace for the military camp when, before he even reached the gate, a clear, melodious voice called out from behind him, "Brother, where are you going?"

Wang Baobao turned around and saw a girl of about fourteen years old walking over with her hands behind her back, followed by two old men with cold faces and a sinister aura.

A doting smile appeared on his face: "Minmin, why didn't you go practice martial arts with your masters today?"

Minmin Temur, the youngest daughter of the Prince of Ruyang and the younger sister of Wang Baobao, even gave herself a Han Chinese name—Zhao Min.

At the age of fourteen, she had already blossomed into a beautiful and charming young woman, with a pair of lively eyes that revealed her cleverness and mischief.

Zhao Min was born into a noble family and was naturally intelligent. However, her personality was not like that of an ordinary woman who followed the rules. She loved archery and horseback riding and spent her days leading a group of masters to practice martial arts.

"Practicing martial arts all day long is so boring." Zhao Min wrinkled her nose, grabbed Wang Baobao's arm with both hands and shook it, her eyes gleaming: "Big brother, will you take me out to play?"

Wang Baobao usually falls for her charms, but this time he resolutely refused: "Not today, my father ordered me to do something."

"I know you're going to deal with the Ming Cult traitors!"

"Hehe, nothing can be kept from you, you little rascal."

"How about it? Take me with you!"

“I’m going to fight a war, not to play. You stay home and listen to me.” Wang Baobao shook his head helplessly.

"So what if there's a war? I can help you. My Master Cheng is very knowledgeable about the Ming Cult and can achieve unexpected results."

Wang Baobao hesitated for a moment before saying, "I can take you with me, but you must ensure your own safety."

"Don't worry! With so many experts around me, who can do anything to me?" Zhao Min raised her snow-white swan neck, her face full of confidence.

……

Time flew by, and the day before the agreed-upon battle for the new leader of the sect at Bright Peak arrived.

The Ming Cult has many branches and at least 50,000 to 60,000 members, but 90% of them are ordinary people who only have a rudimentary understanding of martial arts. Obviously, not all of them could come. Only the leaders of each branch came with a few trusted confidants to participate.

Unlike sects like Emei and Shaolin, which follow an elite model where all disciples must practice martial arts.

The number of disciples ranged from several hundred to over a thousand.

Shaolin has a long history and the most disciples, but the total number of formal and lay disciples is only about three thousand.

In this campaign to exterminate the Ming Cult, they all emptied their coffers.

The main forces were Shaolin, Emei, Kunlun, and Kongtong, along with several smaller sects such as Shenquan Sect and Giant Whale Gang. A total of more than 3,000 masters formed an army, led by their respective sect leaders, and marched towards Bright Peak.

Bright Summit is located on Zuowang Peak in the Kunlun Mountains. The path to the summit is very rugged, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

They thought they would be ambushed by Ming Cult disciples on their way up the mountain, but to their surprise, they encountered an army of several hundred people as soon as they reached the foot of the mountain.

The leader wore a cloak, had a stern face, and long, snow-white eyebrows with his hair combed together at the temples, exuding the air of a master.

“Master Kongzhi, Abbess Miejue, is the White-browed Eagle King of the Sky Eagle Sect!” The leader of the Divine Fist Sect was the first to recognize this person’s identity.

The former leaders of the Divine Fist Sect and the Giant Whale Gang died at the hands of Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, during the grand ceremony on Wangpan Mountain Island.

Therefore, when the Extinction Clan summoned various factions to besiege the Ming Cult, their two factions responded immediately.

"Hmph! Then kill them first, and don't let a single one of them go up the mountain to join the Ming Cult bandits."

Abbess Miejue snorted coldly, drew her Heaven-Slaying Sword, and charged forward first: "Yin Tianzheng, come here and die!"

"Hahaha, Abbess Miejue, don't think that just because there are many of you, I will be afraid of you."

Yin Tianzheng responded boldly, but after speaking, he whispered to a senior monk beside him, "Monk Peng, are you sure that my six hundred disciples can withstand the enemy's three thousand experts?"

Monk Peng smiled mysteriously: "Eagle King, rest assured, all of this is within the Flag Bearer's plan. You just need to go into battle."

Six hundred versus three thousand—it doesn't seem plausible at all.

But Yin Tianzheng remembered Bai Guishou's description of Yue Zhuoqun and chose to believe him. He nodded and waved his hand, saying, "Disciples of the Heavenly Eagle Sect, listen to my command and kill the righteous alliance."

"kill!"

In an instant, the two armies clashed.

Since they were not regular armies, neither side paid attention to battle formations or charges; when they met, they fought each other to determine who was superior based on strength.

The allied forces of the righteous sects, relying on their numerical advantage, quickly surrounded the Sky Eagle Cult members and gained the upper hand.

They were incredibly excited to have gained such a huge advantage in their first battle.

At this rate, the Sky Eagle Cult can be completely wiped out in just half an hour.

Rumble!

Just then, the earth shook violently, and deep trenches appeared in the ground.

"The Thick Earth Army, attack!"

With a loud shout, hundreds of figures clad in leather armor and wielding axes and shovels leaped out from the ground, cutting the righteous alliance into several groups.

Chapter 108 Everything is going according to plan

"kill!"