Arhats Subduing Demons: Starting with The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Chapter 83 Lawlessness
At this moment, the rising sun was just beginning to appear, its light flickering and uncertain. The morning light was as beautiful as gold. Yun Changkong gracefully descended from the top of the building, which was more than ten feet high. The strong wind made his long hair stand up, making him look like a banished immortal descending to earth.

Everyone present knew that at such a height, no matter how good one's lightness skill was, the best outcome would be a broken leg or serious injury, and the worst would be turning into mincemeat.

However, the top-tier fighters on the field knew that Yun Changkong had his own methods.

As expected, Yun Changkong saw the ground rapidly approaching. Just before landing, he suddenly reached out and pressed down on a corner of the eaves, instantly dissipating the force and using it to propel himself up like a large bird, lifting himself more than ten feet off the ground. In mid-air, he gracefully somersaulted.

His sleeves were already filled with a strong wind, like sails. He suddenly shook his sleeves and did another somersault, drawing a large arc in the air.

After two somersaults, they were already five zhang high in the air, and then leaped more than ten zhang, their momentum like autumn leaves, drifting and swaying, before landing in the arena.

Yun Changkong unleashed his "Golden Goose Skill" at this moment, his long hair flying, truly resembling a goose soaring and an eagle flying. After somersaulting, he landed lightly on the ground, without raising a speck of dust.

Those present were either top-notch martial arts masters or experts with extensive knowledge and keen eyesight. When they saw Yun Changkong's agility, not one of them could help but be shocked.

Wei Yixiao, who was always proud of his lightness skills, changed his expression. He knew that his lightness skills were no worse than Chang Kong's, but he really did not have the unfathomable power of the other party.

When Yun Changkong jumped down more than ten feet, he used his hands to brace and press down on the eaves. This was not only to dissipate the momentum and borrow force, but also to consider whether the corner of the Yellow Crane Tower could withstand his press.

You must know that although the eaves around the Yellow Crane Tower were meticulously constructed by master craftsmen and are extremely sturdy, they have also been built over many years. He suddenly fell more than ten feet, carrying more than a thousand pounds of force, yet he controlled it so precisely. His extraordinary skill was something I could not compare to.

As for the Sky Eagle Cult members, upon witnessing Yun Changkong's incredible speed and agility, they were naturally filled with a myriad of emotions and sorrows.

Some people secretly cheered, thinking that Yun Changkong was indeed a master of unparalleled skills, and that today's trip was worthwhile!

The three great monks of Shaolin Temple also stood up at the same time, staring intently at Chang Kong until he landed. They exchanged glances and were both amazed and impressed by his incredible skill: "His internal strength is truly formidable. If it is indeed our sect's internal strength, why didn't we know it?"

It is important to know that Shaolin martial arts emphasize gradual progress, and Yun Changkong's father, Yun He, has intricate connections with the Shaolin Temple. If it were any other martial art, the three great monks would not care.

However, Yun Changkong was too young, and his internal strength was unparalleled, which made them extremely curious. But now Yun Changkong had descended from the building and made a stunning first impression. They had not made contact with him and could not be sure whether Yun Changkong was using Shaolin internal strength, so they dared not speak rashly.

He then looked him over carefully and saw that he was dressed in black, which made his skin appear even whiter and more like jade. He had handsome features, was elegant and refined, and had a graceful demeanor. He did not seem like a martial arts master with superb skills, but rather like a leisurely and reclusive cultivator who had transcended the mortal world.

All the heroes present had heard of Yun Changkong's reputation, including Abbess Miejue and the other heroes of Wudang, as well as Tang Wenliang, who were acquainted with him. They all rose from their seats.

Only He Taichong and Ban Shuxian sat upright, seemingly uncomfortably. It should be noted that although Yun Changkong was renowned throughout the martial arts world, in terms of seniority, he was far inferior to them.

They considered themselves grandmasters, believing that no matter how high Yun Changkong's martial arts skills or how great his reputation, he still had a father, Yun He. They argued that even Yun He's father would have to treat them with the respect due to a junior, let alone Yun Changkong, especially since he had beaten one of their own disciples.

However, the three great monks of Shaolin stepped forward, especially Master Kongwen, who had a kind face and put his palms together, saying, "This old monk is Kongwen. May I ask who Benefactor Yun's master is?"

He bowed to Chang Kong without any airs of being the leader of the number one martial arts sect.

Yun Changkong returned the greeting with a cupped hand and smiled, "As for my lineage, that's a secret. The abbot is very interested, so please allow me to discuss it later. Let me attend to my worldly affairs first."

Kongxing snorted, and Abbot Kongwen frowned and said, "Alright!"

Yun Changkong said with a smile, "My old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower and went down to Yangzhou in the third month of spring. The third month has passed, but there's still time in April. Now that things are settled for today, I need to go have some fun. White-browed Eagle King, come on over!"

Suddenly, someone shouted in a sharp voice: "You dog thief surnamed Yun, you're using Quanzhen martial arts! If you're so capable, why don't you dare admit it!"

Yun Changkong recognized the name. Looking around, he saw Zhang Cheng, a disciple of the Huashan Sect. It was Zhang Cheng who had found him in the cave that night.

Yun Changkong smiled but remained silent.

Zhang Cheng said angrily, "You used Shaolin internal energy and Quanzhen martial arts to harm my Huashan Sect Leader. Do you have no sense of shame?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "As a disciple of Huashan, it is only right that you seek revenge for Xianyu Tong. But you actually asked an outsider for help in avenging your master. Even though I, the murderer, am right here, I dare not offer any advice. This shows that the Huashan Sect is rotten to the core. They are either despicable villains or cowards who are afraid of death."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dian burst into laughter: "That's true. Most of the reputable sects are hypocrites. They're nothing like the straightforward Ming Cult."

Zhang Cheng trembled all over and said in a trembling voice, "How could there be such a beastly person as you in this world? If I, Zhang Cheng, were a coward who feared death, I wouldn't have come here!"

With a whoosh, he drew his sword, stepped forward, and shouted, "Take this!" Suddenly, his body shot out like an arrow, thrusting his sword toward Chang Kong's throat.

Bathed in the morning light, the sword blade gleamed, but Yun Changkong seemed oblivious. With the sword tip already at Zhang Cheng's throat, Yun Changkong tilted his head and reached out to grab Zhang Cheng's shoulder.

Zhang Cheng felt a numbness and weakness in half of his body, and his longsword slipped from his hand, clattering to the ground.

Chang Kong said, "I can kill you with a single burst of energy. Are you still going to take your revenge?"

Zhang Cheng said in a deep voice, "Kill me if you want. You think you can let me, Zhang, not avenge my master's death? You're dreaming! I'll die at the hands of you, you scoundrel. Someone else will come after you for revenge. Just you wait and see!"

He knew that his martial arts were far inferior to Yun Changkong's, and he was no match for him. But when he made his move, he had already made up his mind that he was here to die.

After all, he had just asked someone to avenge him, and now he had run into the enemy himself. If he didn't take action, how could he face the martial arts world in the future? It would be more glorious to die at the hands of Yun Changkong!
Yun Changkong laughed heartily: "You're not a cowardly and useless fellow. The Huashan Sect does have someone of some standing after all!"

"For the sake of the Huashan Taoist tradition, I'll spare you this time!"

With that, he jerked his arm and gently tossed Zhang Cheng more than two zhang away.

Zhang Cheng landed lightly, completely unaware of what had happened. But thinking that the other man was afraid of killing him here and incurring public wrath, he shouted, "Stop pretending to be kind! Even if you don't kill me, I'll still seek revenge on you!"

Yun Changkong sneered: "If I, Yun Changkong, dare to kill, why should I fear others seeking revenge!"

As he spoke, his gaze sharpened, and he looked around: "Today, heroes from all over the world have gathered here, ostensibly for my duel with Master Yin."

But everyone has their own thoughts. Some want to know which school of martial arts I should practice, some want to avenge their master, and some want to avenge their disciple. That's all good. Since I, Yun Changkong, dared to come down here, I will resolve them one by one. Let's take it one step at a time!

Abbess Miejue suddenly interjected, "Young Hero Yun, you didn't even kill a single disciple of the Huashan Sect, so why did you kill the Huashan Sect Leader? Haven't you thought about that?" Her gaze shot towards Zhang Cheng.

Everyone thought to themselves, "Yes!"

Doesn't this make sense?
Upon hearing Abbess Miejue's words, Zhang Cheng replied, "What do you mean, Abbess? I do not know... I do not know..."

Abbess Miejue said, "Your master is known as 'Divine Strategist,' which doesn't refer to his martial arts skills, but rather to his quick wit. You all revere him like a god and believe his words without question, but how do you know that he sent you away not just to protect Young Hero Yun, as he claimed?"

Zhou Zhiruo interjected, "Indeed, Young Master Yun's martial arts are so formidable, how many people have coveted him?"

Zhang Cheng was already dissatisfied with Abbess Miejue's speculations about his master, but out of respect for her as a renowned senior martial arts master, he dared not retort. However, when he heard Zhou Zhiruo, a mere young girl, making irresponsible remarks, he stared at her and shouted, "My master's character is universally acknowledged, and it's not up to any one person to decide."

Abbess Miejue looked over coldly. When Zhang Cheng met her icy gaze, he couldn't help but shiver and said, "Abbess, may I ask you, even if my master's actions are not in accordance with the rules of the martial world and violate the code of the Jianghu, does my Huashan Sect have no elders or sect rules, and therefore allow outsiders to kill and take lives at will?"

"So, if someone in your sect violates the rules, does that mean anyone can kill them at will without bearing any responsibility?"

Abbess Miejue raised her eyebrows, but remained silent.

This was what she had worried about for Yun Changkong.

Everyone knew that Zhang Cheng was right; this was the rule of the martial arts world.

Given Xianyu Tong's status and position, even if he made a mistake, he should be punished according to the sect rules, not by outsiders.

This is the origin of the practice of "cleaning up the house," and the root cause of the endless feuds within the martial arts world.

This is because every sect has had unworthy disciples who committed evil deeds. In such cases, the sect either has to expel them or announce to the martial arts world that they have been expelled.

Why is being expelled from the sect considered the greatest punishment by everyone? It's simply because it's seen as an act of spreading the word that one can kill anyone at will without regard to the sect's rules.

For individuals, this means they lose their protection.

However, if an outsider commits murder without being expelled from the sect, it will be considered a provocation against the sect, and the sect must take revenge, as it is necessary to maintain the sect's dignity.

If we don't do this, and someone kills a disciple of their own sect and says, "He committed many evils and deserved to die, and I am acting on behalf of Heaven," then what would become of us?

Throughout history, it has been common and simple to condemn the dead.

This is also the original storyline where Xianyu Tong personally exposed his evil deeds to the world at Bright Peak, only to be mistakenly killed by He Taichong and Ban Shuxian, and he also felt that he had caused a great disturbance in the martial arts world.

Others thought that many people trembled with fear when they saw Abbess Miejue, but this kid was not only fearless, but also dared to argue his point. Regardless of his martial arts skills, his courage was indeed rare.

But then again, considering that he dared to draw his sword at Yun Changkong, it seemed only natural that he would defy Abbess Miejue.

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Alright, I don't want to say much about Xianyu Tong's death. I'll just say one thing: I had my reasons for killing Xianyu Tong, just as I didn't kill you, a disciple of Mount Hua."

As for your opinion that I overstepped my bounds by killing the sect leader, which violates the rules of the martial world, and you want revenge, with your current abilities, you can either go back and practice your martial arts diligently, or go back to your elders in your sect, or ask the heroes of the martial world to stand up for you. I will accept all your requests.

But I'll only spare you this once. If you say another word that disturbs my business, you'll die right here!

As soon as he finished speaking, Xi Hua Zi spat and said loudly, "Now that you're in front of all the heroes of the world, you're pretending to be generous. If there were no one around, would you kill people to eliminate future troubles?"

Yun Changkong chuckled coldly twice and said, "Xihua Zi, you're barking again. You really don't value your life, you only care about your mouth, is that it?" Xihua Zi, hearing him mutter that he was a dog, flew into a rage: "In front of all the heroes of the world, you dare to act so arrogantly? I'd like to see who doesn't want to live!"

What he said was true. At this moment, all the martial arts practitioners in the world had gathered. If Yun Changkong incited public outrage, no matter how high his martial arts skills were, he would be no match for him.

Unexpectedly, Yun Changkong coldly replied, "Last time at Wudang Mountain, you barked and howled, and I only yielded to you again out of respect for Wudang. But today you're jumping around and stirring up trouble again. You're really asking for death, so don't blame me!"

He then clasped his hands in a fist salute to He Taichong and said, "Sect Leader He, please be careful, I am about to kill one of your disciples!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent for a moment.

Everyone found it unbelievable that Yun Changkong would look down on the Kunlun Sect and even give a greeting before killing someone.

Everyone had long since witnessed his arrogance, but now that heroes from all over the world had gathered, if he failed to do so, wouldn't he not only fail to make a name for himself but also expose his true colors?

Xi Hua Zi was so angry he was practically fuming. He shouted, "If you've got the guts, then come and try!"

Yun Changkong looked at He Taichong, who sat motionless, stroked his beard and sneered. He then looked at Ban Shuxian, whose eyebrows were slightly raised and who was staring intently at him. He shouted, "What are you looking at?"

Chang Kong laughed heartily, staring at Ban Shuxian and said, "Look at the good disciple you've raised!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he moved like a meteor, leaping several feet and heading straight for the Kunlun Sect.

Ban Shuxian was wary of his martial arts skills. With a whoosh, she drew her sword and thrust it out, aiming straight for Chang Kong's left shoulder.

Her sword-drawing technique was incredibly swift. Everyone saw that her hands were empty, but in an instant, she had a long sword in her hand, the tip of which was less than half a foot away from Chang Kong's shoulder.

Yun Changkong's eyes flashed, and he suddenly shouted, making everyone's eardrums hurt. Ban Shuxian felt a surge of energy rushing towards her, and in her surprise, she quickly moved aside.

Yun Changkong laughed loudly, and with a palm strike, Xi Huazi let out a long scream and fell to the ground with a thud.

A gasp rang out from the crowd, but Yun Changkong had already returned to his original spot, appearing as if he hadn't moved at all, were it not for the fluttering of his robes.

"Senior Brother!" Wei Si Niang picked up Xi Hua Zi. His eyes were wide open, and he looked incredulous. At this moment, a breeze blew by, and the clothes on his chest turned into butterflies, fluttering as if about to take flight. A red handprint appeared on his chest, and the lines of the palm were clearly visible.

He Taichong, confident in his martial arts skills, did not join his wife in the fight, but he never expected this outcome.

It turned out that Yun Changkong's palm strike, with its subtle and gentle force, not only ripped Xi Huazi's clothes but also shattered his internal organs.

Seeing how swift he was, Xi Hua Zi, despite his great skills, had no chance to use them at all, even with Ban Shu Xian protecting him with her sword. The heroes were all stunned with fear.

With such terrifying skills, wouldn't he be able to kill whoever he wants?

Zhang Cheng, a disciple of the Huashan Sect, felt his entire body go weak and he could no longer stand. If Yun Changkong dared to kill Xihua Zi of the Kunlun Sect in front of everyone, how could he not dare to kill him?

He vaguely sensed something was wrong. Could it be that his master was truly two-faced, and that his protection of the Dharma was a pretense, while in reality harboring ill intentions towards him?

He was able to come up with the idea of ​​morally blackmailing Shaolin, so he's not stupid after all.

Ban Shuxian floated back and was horrified to see the tragic scene of her disciple's death. She exchanged a glance with He Taichong, both of them feeling a bit of fear. They knew that with Yun Changkong's profound internal strength, exquisite lightness skills, and powerful palm strikes, he was definitely not someone that one person could defeat!
The figures from both the righteous and demonic factions looked at each other in bewilderment. Yun Changkong appeared to have killed Xihua Zi with a single palm strike, but in reality, he was a clown, Shuxian, who was laughing at He Taichong.

With things having come to this point, the Kunlun Sect had lost all face, and He Taichong and Ban Shuxian had no choice but to fight Yun Changkong to the death.

However, the heroes of Wudang also realized that Yun Changkong had really given Wudang a lot of face last time.

Ban Shuxian was the "Supreme Leader" of the Kunlun Sect. Even He Taichong was wary of her. For decades, she had been used to being bossy on Kunlun Mountain. Within a radius of hundreds of miles, she was like a queen. To have her disciple beaten to death in front of her was such a great humiliation that her anger immediately flared up!

Ban Shuxian gripped her sword in her right hand and clenched her fist in her left, her knuckles cracking. Her eyes flashed with a sharp light, like cold lightning, her expression fierce and intimidating. She sneered and said, "My Kunlun Sect has dominated for many years, and we have never seen such an arrogant brat as you! Today, it's either you or me who dies!"

Yun Changkong stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him, and said calmly, "In the martial world, a word is as good as gold! Once is enough, twice is not. If I don't kill your precious disciple today, all the heroes in the world will think that I, Yun Changkong, am afraid of your Kunlun Sect. How will I have the face to walk the martial world in the future? Wouldn't everyone be able to curse me?"

As soon as he said this, everyone understood what he meant.

This is an attempt to establish authority!
Today, we will compete against the Sky Eagle Sect. If we win, we cannot go back on our word.

The three heroes of Wudang, in particular, remembered Xihua Zi's fiery temper. Back on Wudang Mountain, Song Qingshu had been leading the charge, and today he was still clueless about his fate. But how to resolve the situation was quite a challenge.

As for the Ming Cult members, they all looked at Zhou Dian, thinking, "You have a terrible mouth. Yun Changkong said that if there's a next time, he'll kill you!"

Zhou Dian was also secretly alarmed. He suddenly realized that Yun Changkong was far more evil than their Demonic Sect.

Yun Changkong's move was certainly lawless, but it also showed that he was a ruthless person who meant what he said!
Yin Tianzheng thought to himself, "Although Yun Changkong is powerful, He Taichong and his wife are not to be underestimated. When two tigers fight, one of them will surely be injured. I will sit and watch the outcome, and at the same time, learn about Yun Changkong's martial arts techniques."

Seeing Chang Kong's carefree and composed demeanor, reminiscent of a Buddhist smile, the three Shaolin monks, Kongzhi and Kongxing, speculated: Could he perhaps possess the internal skill of the "Flower-Picking Finger" technique?

Abbot Kongwen couldn't help but think, "If he were wholeheartedly devoted to goodness and had a compassionate and tolerant heart, even if he truly possessed the internal skills of our sect, he might very well become a disciple of our sect!"

Abbess Miejue secretly regretted that the boy was acting too impulsively and couldn't he have been more patient?
But then I felt that if I tolerated it, wouldn't that be like Yun Changkong, who knew that the Prince of Ruyang's mansion was full of experts and that there was an ambush in the Han River, yet still insisted on going?
Ban Shuxian glared at He Taichong: "Are you still sitting?"

Although He Taichong dared not disobey his wife's orders, he still had to maintain the airs of a sect leader in front of everyone. With a "humph," he slowly stood up. The young boy holding the sword presented it to him with both hands above his head and a bow.

With a whoosh, He Taichong drew his sword, leaped into the air, and landed in front of Ban Shuxian. He flicked his finger on the blade, making a buzzing sound, and said, "Your martial arts are superb, yet you treat my Kunlun Sect as nothing. Today, I will have to let you experience our sect's 'Two Elements Sword Technique'."

Ban Shuxian said in a shrill voice, "Why bother arguing with him?"
With a loud shout, He Taichong and his wife followed suit, one from the left and the other from the right, rushing towards the sky.

The left sword swept across the sky, enveloping his abdomen, while the right sword, unpredictable in its curves, pierced towards his face.

The two swords combined, using the Kunlun School's "Two Elements Sword Technique".
Yun Changkong suddenly took a step back, his right sleeve fluttering as he laughed, "You two are truly too kind to me!"

He Taichong blushed. Given his status and position, it would be dishonest for him to fight a junior like Yun Changkong one-on-one.

Not to mention teaming up with his wife!
Unfortunately, Yun Changkong's age was far from matching his martial arts skills.

Yun Changkong flicked his sleeves twice, the force seemingly tangible, making a buzzing sound, and deflected the two swords.

Two hissing sounds were heard, and a long sword emerged from the sleeve. Chang Kong let out a cry of surprise and suddenly darted backward.

He had already fought with the Kunlun Sect disciples and felt that the Kunlun Sect was all talk and no action, but who knew that these two were so powerful!
He Taichong and Ban Shuxian were also surprised to feel a gentle yet powerful force surging from their soft sleeves, and they quickly retreated.

Those who witnessed it were all deeply alarmed.

At this moment, heroes have gathered, and renowned figures of the contemporary martial arts world are all assembled. No one dares to claim they could simply brush aside the swords of He Taichong and his wife with a flick of their sleeve. Even if their sleeves were torn, it would already be an unimaginable feat.

When masters spar, their movements are as fast as lightning.

At this moment, He Taichong and his wife stood in the northwest and southeast respectively, with their Yang sword pointing to the sky and their Yin sword pointing to the ground. Although they were shocked by the depth of Chang Kong's internal strength, they remained calm and composed, as dignified as mountains, displaying the demeanor of masters!
Yun Changkong faced him from a distance, also reaching for the hilt of his sword behind his back, and said with a smile, "It seems I was a bit presumptuous to accept your Kunlun Yin-Yang Swords barehanded. To avoid making a fool of myself, let's have a sword contest!"

He realized that these two were not just empty names, and began to take them seriously, slowly drawing his sword outward with his right hand.

As soon as the sword was moved, it emitted a dragon's roar that resounded throughout the surrounding area.

The onlookers, all connoisseurs, knew he was using internal force to manipulate the scabbard, but the sheath gleamed with such power upon drawing the sword, indicating his swordsmanship was undoubtedly superior. They were all eager to witness it firsthand.
As for the real matter of Yun Changkong's duel with Yin Tianzheng, that's not that important at all!
No matter how high Yin Tianzheng's martial arts skills are, can he possibly defeat the Kunlun Sect Leader and his wife working together?

As Yun Changkong drew his longsword, the dragon's roar grew ever crisper, and the light on the sword seemed to be a mix of blue, purple, and red with the morning light, dazzling the eyes and making the heart race.

Just as Yun Changkong drew his sword three inches from its sheath, the sword suddenly seemed to come alive and leaped out of its scabbard.

It emitted an extremely clear and long dragon roar, and everyone's eyes were somewhat dazzled by the strange light.

With a flick of his sleeve, Yun Changkong drew the longsword down with a pulling force. He reached out and retrieved the sword.

The crowd erupted in thunderous applause!

"so beautiful!"

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

The three Shaolin monks were also shocked. Kongxing, the most straightforward of them all, blurted out, "What a magnificent Dragon-Capturing Skill!"

Yun Changkong ran his left index and middle fingers across the sword's surface, aligning them with the tip in a long, parallel line. His eyes were fixed on the sword, his face ashen, and he said, "Please, you two, show me your full skills and let me see if the sword techniques left behind by the Three Sages of Kunlun are anything but worth mentioning!"

Seeing his incredible skill, the He couple were filled with anxiety, but they knew they couldn't back down now, or the Kunlun Sect would be disgraced.

The two men had cold, solemn faces, trembling arms, and flashing swords. Suddenly, they pounced with the speed of a whirlwind, attacking Chang Kong's major acupoints on his chest and abdomen.

Yun Changkong's eyes flashed with a sharp light, a fierce look crossed his brows, and the long sword in his hand hummed loudly!
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