Chapter 53

On the peak of the mountain, Wang Chongyang clasped his hands and said to the four people who were already seated cross-legged, "I am ashamed! You four are all outstanding figures of your time, whether in internal cultivation or in the understanding of techniques, none of you are inferior to Wang Chongyang. Today, Wang Chongyang was able to defeat the four of you, it was just luck."

"Hmph!" Huang Yaoshi grunted, not speaking. Hong Qigong and Duan Zhixing looked at Wang Chongyang with complex expressions, while Ouyang Feng's face was a mix of hatred and murderous intent.

Wang Chongyang spoke humbly, but the reality was not so. If it were a one-on-one fight, none of the four could last a day against Wang Chongyang.

"They are already exhausted, the Nine Yin Manual is right in front of us, everyone, go and grab it!" Just as everyone was silent, this sudden shout made everyone pause, then shock, hesitation, and a desire to act appeared on their faces. Zhou Botong and the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen quickly rushed to the top of the mountain, guarding in front of the five people, watching the people below with caution.

These people, each gripping their weapons tightly, the voice in their minds seemed to echo endlessly, making them feel an irresistible temptation. Bai Xiaosheng believed that if someone made a move, these people would not be polite at all.

Under the confrontation, the air seemed to freeze, and the dark sky was filled with a killing aura, making people's backs chill.

Stepping out of the crowd, Bai Xiaosheng also gripped his long sword, his eyes scanning the crowd and the mountain. With his current martial arts, he could probably snatch the Nine Yin Manual from the crowd, but... he looked at Wang Chongyang, his brows slightly furrowed—how much strength does he still have?

Time passed bit by bit, and everyone knew that the longer it took, the more disadvantageous it would be for them. If those four recovered... hehe...

Suddenly, a few cold glints shot up from the crowd, someone was firing a hidden weapon. This move instantly raised the killing intent of everyone, making the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen feel as if they were facing a great enemy, their faces turning pale.

"Guard the path, don't let them come up!" Zhou Botong shouted, moving his body to the front. His palm force intertwined, drawing up the snow on the ground to form a white curtain, blocking the hidden weapon. However, with the first person, the second person quickly followed, a large number of hidden weapons shot up, making Zhou Botong struggle to cope.

"Botong, step back!"

Without knowing when, Wang Chongyang had come to Zhou Botong's front. He shouted, and his long sword shot out from behind, remaining in his hand. With one stroke, a sword curtain formed, encircling the incoming hidden weapons.

"Go!"

He turned his sword, and the dense hidden weapons were reflected back, causing many people in front to suffer, shouting in pain.

"He's only a few people, everyone don't be afraid, charge up and chop them into mush!" The voice that shouted earlier sounded again in the crowd, and seeing blood, many people became enraged, actually holding weapons to rush up the mountain peak. At this moment, even Wang Chongyang's face changed.

"Master, I'll help you!" Zhou Botong shouted, leaping up and kicking two people who had flown into the air back. The Seven Disciples of Quanzhen also drew their long swords, standing outside the mountain peak, their sword light forcing the people back. However, once the people started moving, they would not retreat, they surged up like a tide, and those in front could not even retreat if they wanted to.

With a whoosh, the sword light brought up the snow, Wang Chongyang finally used his killing move. His sword was like a lightning dragon, flashing and taking a life, making people shudder.

However, the people were already reckless, charging up without regard for their lives, and the smart ones pressed towards the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen, making the seven people retreat continuously. It looked like the people were about to rush up the mountain peak, but they were helpless.

Not far away, Bai Xiaosheng smiled slightly, lightly stepping, and flew into the air. His destination was where the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen were. In mid-air, Bai Xiaosheng drew his long sword, the scabbard flew out, carrying immense force, directly piercing through a person, pinning him to the ground. His long sword flashed, emitting a brilliant light, and after the sword light passed, Bai Xiaosheng was already standing beside the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen, with two men lying in front of him, their throats cut.

"Thank you!" Ma Yu said, quickly becoming fully alert to face the enemy, and Bai Xiaosheng also joined the battle, using his long sword to stab, thrust, and continuously kill and repel the enemies, preventing them from crossing the line.

Blood quickly dyed the white snow red, and the piled-up bodies formed a wall in front of the people. The people who had been attacking suddenly stopped, their eyes filled with shock as they looked behind Bai Xiaosheng—Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng, Hong Qigong, and Duan Zhixing had already stood up.

They slowly walked to the front of the mountain peak, looking down at the people below without any signs of anger. Perhaps they were just putting on a show, but no one dared to bet.

"Ah..." One person could not bear the silence, shouted, and ran down the mountain in a frenzy. With a leader, the others quickly fled down the mountain, not daring to stay.

"A bunch of cowards!" Hong Qigong spat, turning around and bowing to Bai Xiaosheng and the others, "Hong Qigong thanks all of you."

"Hong Gangzhu, welcome!" Everyone returned the bow. On the other side, Ouyang Feng said nothing, leaping down and walking away without looking back. This action made the others pause, and Hong Qigong said, "This guy is too disrespectful..."

"Hmph! He is from the Western Regions!" Huang Yaoshi coldly grunted, his body flashing, and he also rushed down.

"You..."

Hong Qigong pointed at Huang Yaoshi's back, speechless. Duan Zhixing stepped forward, "Fellow practitioners, Duan must take my leave!"

"Please!"

"Please!"

After the few people left, Hong Qigong also found it boring to stay, so he bid farewell to the others and went down the mountain. Soon, only the people of Quanzhen and Bai Xiaosheng were left on the mountain.

Bai Xiaosheng stood there, somewhat awkward. He wanted to follow the people of Quanzhen to see the birth of the Nine Yang Manual, but he was afraid of being misunderstood by the Quanzhen people and did not know how to speak. If he left, Bai Xiaosheng was also not very willing, and he fell silent.

"Little brother, why don't we go down the mountain together?" Wang Chongyang seemed to notice Bai Xiaosheng's awkwardness and invited him.

Bai Xiaosheng immediately nodded, "Good! I will trouble the Daoist then!"

The ten people slowly went down the mountain. They did not walk fast, and when they reached the bottom, there was almost no one left. As they walked, Bai Xiaosheng suddenly smelled a pungent odor, his heart tightened, and he looked up. In front, Wang Chongyang had already stopped, blocking the view of the others. Jumping over Wang Chongyang, Bai Xiaosheng and the others saw a dense crowd of snakes surging forward, making their scalps tingle and their backs chill.

"Ouyang Feng..." Bai Xiaosheng blurted out, his voice not loud, but everyone heard it. Zhou Botong shouted loudly, "Old poison, stop pretending, come out!"

"Botong..." Wang Chongyang shouted, and said loudly, "Mr. Ouyang, why did you come back?"

"Ha ha..." Ouyang Feng's distinctive voice sounded in the forest ahead, the sharp whistling sound making everyone frown. Soon, Ouyang Feng walked out from behind the sea of snakes. He looked at Wang Chongyang and said coldly, "Wang Chongyang, you should know my purpose. If you don't want to die here, hand over the Nine Yin Manual."

"Is that so?" Wang Chongyang looked at Ouyang Feng, seemingly talking to himself or asking a question. He looked around, and good grief, the snake crowd was really dense, the hissing sound almost continuous, making people's hearts chill. "Ouyang Feng, your snake crowd is indeed formidable, but to stop me, Wang Chongyang, it's still lacking."

"Hmph!" Ouyang Feng coldly grunted, "Maybe I can't stop you, but the weeds behind you won't be able to leave..." His face was cold, and he made a strange sound, driving the snake crowd. The snake crowd, driven by him, began to slowly move forward. Zhou Botong was already scared stiff, hiding behind Bai Xiaosheng, not daring to look, and the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen were pale and trembling, even Bai Xiaosheng was not much better.

"Block the snake crowd, I'll go and take down Ouyang Feng!" Wang Chongyang shouted, flying into the air like a great roc, rushing towards Ouyang Feng. In mid-air, he began to descend, but before landing, he stepped with his feet and leaped again. This leap covered about three zhang, which was astonishing. Behind, the snake crowd had already rushed up, and Bai Xiaosheng drew his long sword, creating a light curtain to block the snakes, all of which were shredded by the sword light, blood splattering everywhere.

The few people formed a circle, back to back, to prevent the snakes from attacking, avoiding being surrounded. In the distance, Wang Chongyang faced Ouyang Feng, drawing his long sword, the sword light faintly cold, like a meteor, flashing past. With this one stroke, the snake crowd guarding Ouyang Feng was blown away by the sword wind, losing their threat, and Ouyang Feng was also shocked. He did not expect Wang Chongyang to still have such strength.

'Damn, this guy didn't use his full strength on the mountain peak!' Ouyang Feng cursed in his heart, quickly retreating, and commanding the snake crowd to attack Wang Chongyang. However, for some people, once they get close, there's no escape. Wang Chongyang was such a person, his long sword in hand, like a soft whip, using the sword light to surround Ouyang Feng, preventing him from escaping more than two meters away.

With a swish, the cold sword light cut through Ouyang Feng's clothes, splashing blood. He felt a pain in his abdomen, and blood flowed out. Ouyang Feng was shocked, trying to retreat, but Wang Chongyang's sword light was too fast, giving him no chance. In this situation, he could only try to defend, even neglecting to control the snake crowd.

Behind, in the snake crowd, Bai Xiaosheng noticed Ouyang Feng's predicament and shouted, "Fly out!" He turned his sword, instantly cutting through a group of snakes, and leaped out of the snake crowd. The others, seeing this, immediately followed, jumping out of the snake crowd, except for Zhou Botong, who was still dazed, not knowing what to do.

"Get out quickly!" Bai Xiaosheng shouted in anger, knowing that Zhou Botong was afraid of snakes, but being afraid to this extent was unimaginable.

Zhou Botong seemed to be startled by Bai Xiaosheng's shout, seeing the snakes in front of him, he jumped up, but perhaps out of fear, his lightness skill did not work, and he only jumped about a meter high before falling back. The snake crowd promptly pounced, and in a blink, Zhou Botong had several venomous snakes on his body.

This scene made Bai Xiaosheng and the others change their expressions, and the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen shouted in alarm. Wang Chongyang, distracted, paused in his sword technique, and Ouyang Feng took the opportunity to escape, quickly leaving.

Wang Chongyang did not chase him, looking at Zhou Botong, who was covered in snakes, and opened his mouth to roar—ah!

The roar was like rolling thunder, wave after wave, rushing into the snake crowd, scaring the snakes to quickly retreat, running into the distant forest. In no time, the dense snake crowd disappeared, and the Zhou Botong, bitten by venomous snakes, was revealed, but his appearance was truly pitiful.

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