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

You people are supposed to be well-known figures in the martial arts world, yet you dare to distort the truth and call a deer a horse!

Although I, Yu Canghai, am not highly skilled in martial arts, I am not ashamed of your character.

Yu Canghai, one of the three Shaolin monks, was someone you couldn't afford to offend, but he didn't hold back much against others and immediately launched into a tirade.

"Amitabha Buddha, even if these sects were at fault, a little lesson is enough."

"By readily committing murder and wiping out entire families, and acting contrary to righteousness, Yue Buqun has gone too far."

Liao Kong narrowed his eyes:

"Yue Buqun, in the end, it's because you have too much resentment in your heart!"

If you continue to live a carefree life, I'm afraid you'll eventually drag the Huashan Sect and even the Five Mountains Sword Sects into the demonic path.

Our Shaolin Temple is compassionate and does not wish to see such a calamity occur.

We now require you to resign from your position as the head of the Huashan Sect and come with us to Shaolin Temple to meditate and reflect on your mistakes for ten years, practicing Buddhism in seclusion.

If you can dispel the anger in your heart through Buddhist teachings ten years from now, I will set you free.

"You stinking monk! Our sect leader is the leader of the Taoist sect personally appointed by the current emperor. You can't just shut him down like that. Does Shaolin not respect the imperial court?"

"Shaolin would naturally not dare to ignore the imperial court, but the Iron-Blooded Marquis has already submitted a memorial to the emperor explaining the stakes involved. The emperor will certainly not blame Shaolin."

"The Chief Supervisor of the Eastern Depot will also report to the Emperor."

Someone followed up by adding that it was Luo Jusheng, one of the Luo couple.

Yue Zhuoqun glanced at everyone with a mocking look: "Shaolin, Zhu Wushi, and Cao Zhengchun have really put on a good show."

Others may not know, but he knows the background of the people in the room very well.

Jian Jingfeng, Qilinzi, and Liaokong were already close friends and had an intimate relationship.

Jian Jingfeng is also a member of the Number One Manor in the World. After Shangguan Haitang went into hiding, he must have come here on Zhu Wushi's orders.

As for the Luo couple and Zui Wuchang, they were Cao Zhengchun's lackeys.

People in the martial arts world only know that Luo Jusheng is a newly appointed scholar who has passed the imperial examination and is skilled in both literature and martial arts, making him a rare talent.

Because he lacked connections, he was never given important responsibilities.

However, he was greedy for fame and fortune, so he secretly joined the Eastern Depot and became Cao Zhengchun's henchman.

In fact, he had a deeper identity: he was a disciple of the Shaolin lineage with the character "了" in his name, and the junior brother of Sanle. He later returned to secular life.

"No need for grand words. The principles of the martial world are no match for fistfights. Anyone who wants to deal with me, step forward!"

Yue Zhuoqun shook his arms, unleashing a surge of powerful energy that blew away the dust on the ground.

"It seems you are stubbornly clinging to your delusions and have fallen into the demonic path. Today, we will use force to eliminate this demon!"

Friends who are willing to work together with Shaolin, please step forward!

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Jingfeng, Qilinzi, the Luo couple, and Zui Wuchang stepped forward first, followed by Ding Mian and other experts from the Songshan Sect.

The other martial arts practitioners looked conflicted, and after a moment, several dozen stepped forward.

Most of the people in the room were just there to join in the fun of the Five Mountains Alliance and had no idea that something like this would happen.

These dozens of people who stepped forward were either intimidated by Shaolin's power or had close ties with Shaolin.

Liao Kong frowned, still dissatisfied, and turned his attention to the camps of Emei and Wudang:

"Master Yeyu, Daoist Yucha, where are your two sects?"

Master Yeyu sighed helplessly and stepped forward: "This humble nun was born into a Buddhist family, please forgive me, Headmaster Yue."

Instead, the Foolish Tea Master smiled and shook his head: "Wudang will not get involved in this matter."

Liao Kong narrowed his eyes slightly and could only nod: "Very well, then the Taoist priest will be a witness."

Wow…

The members of the Huashan Sect drew their swords and stood behind Yue Zhuoqun, saying, "Don't think that just because you outnumber us, you can easily manipulate Huashan!"

“Brother Yue, others may not be able to distinguish right from wrong, but I am not.”

Although the Hengshan Sect is also a Buddhist sect, it will not listen to Shaolin in dealing with you.

Today, we stand together through thick and thin!

"The Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sects are of one mind and share the same roots; count Hengshan among them."

"Our Mount Tai Sect is not one to bully the weak and fear the strong."

"Brother Yue, I, Yu Canghai, am willing to be your vanguard."

"Hahaha!"

Yue Zhuoqun laughed heartily and waved his hand, saying:

"I appreciate your kindness, but you don't need to participate in the battle. You may all step down!"

Today, I will alone, with my sword, show the world that the Huashan Sect is no longer the helpless force it was ten years ago.

Having said that, he strode directly into the arena: "Shaolin Three, bring it on!"

Rumble!

The void trembled, and his inner force surged forth from his hands, forming a massive vortex around him, with the faint sound of roaring waves.

The air within a radius of tens of meters seemed to sink, and an invisible pressure acted on everyone's shoulders, making it difficult to breathe.

"Take action!"

Liao Kong roared like a lion, and his palms emitted brilliant golden light as he struck out.

Chapter 67 The Calamity of Shaolin Has Arrived

As Yue Zhuoqun's power spread out, everyone felt as if they were in a vast ocean, with invisible waves surging around them. They felt like a small boat, with the illusion that they could be pulled into the abyss at any moment.

No one dared to be careless, and they all exerted their inner strength to unleash their best skills.

Shaolin Lion's Roar, Vajra Palm, Shaolin Arhat Fist.

Emei Snow-Piercing Cloud Palm.

Songshan Sword Technique, Great Songyang Palm.

Drunken Sword Style...

None of those who attacked Yue Zhuoqun were weaklings; with so many powerful techniques unleashed, they could flatten even a small mountain.

However, when it landed in Yue Zhuoqun's internal energy vortex, it was like hitting a mud pit, empty and without any foothold.

The internal energy was uncontrollably drawn in, manipulated by the opponent, changed direction, and then, with a bang, attacked the companion beside him.

"Pfft~"

"Ah~"

Screams rang out as seven or eight of his weakest companions were blasted to death, and more than a dozen others were sent flying backward, coughing up blood, and falling to the ground in a miserable state.

"How could he absorb and use our power? Could it be Ren Woxing's Star Absorbing Technique?"

The sight of the uncontrolled attack startled many people, who subconsciously thought of Ren Woxing, who could absorb the internal energy of others for his own use.

"It's not the Star Absorbing Technique; it's just a martial art that can transfer the opponent's internal energy and techniques. There's nothing to be afraid of!"

Liao Kong roared with his Lion's Roar technique, and the rolling sound waves surged into everyone's ears, dispelling the panic in their hearts.

"Be careful to avoid his vortex and counter his attack moves!" Jian Jingfeng echoed, while simultaneously thrusting his sword toward Yue Zhuoqun's throat.

Yue Zhuoqun's eyes turned cold, and he said in a low voice, "You dare to call yourself the number one swordsman in the world?"

Sonorous!

The Gentleman's Sword was drawn from its sheath, plunging the entire plaza into darkness, as if the light had been absorbed by the jet-black sword.

laugh!

With a single thrust of the sword, it arrived before the opponent could act.

Jian Jingfeng felt a jolt in his arm, his sword move was broken, and even his sword was broken into three pieces.

He has held the title of the world's number one swordsman for over twenty years, largely due to the praise and support he has received from his friends in the martial arts world.

In the past decade, many new masters of swordsmanship have emerged in the martial arts world, and he knows that there are many who can surpass him in swordsmanship.

However, he still harbored a sense of pride, believing that even if he wasn't the best swordsman, it wouldn't be so easy for someone to surpass him in swordsmanship.

But Yue Zhuoqun broke his own sword technique with just one strike. His supposedly superior swordsmanship was as fragile as paper.

This terrified him so much that he instinctively tried to back away.

However, Yue Zhuoqun drew his left hand, and the vortex of air grabbed the broken sword, which flew over with a whoosh.

The broken sword moved at incredible speed and carried immense power, accompanied by a terrifying whooshing sound.

Jian Jingfeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hairs on his body stood on end. Everything around him disappeared from his sight, leaving only this broken sword that he could not dodge.

puff!

A sharp pain shot through his throat, his body fell backward, the colors in his eyes slowly faded, and life ceased.