An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

Cold sweat beaded on Guo Jing's forehead.

It wasn't brute force that overturned the chessboard, nor was it a clever trick based on a thorough understanding of the rules.

Lin Ye's actions were more like taking away the opponent's king directly from outside the chessboard while both sides were fully focused on the game.

Throughout the entire process, no rules were followed, and the process didn't even fall within the scope of any rules.

he……

It forms its own world.

This absurd conclusion made Guo Jing, the world's greatest swordsman who had fought countless battles and was determined, feel a chill from the depths of his soul for the first time.

It's an instinctive fear of the unknown, of things that cannot be understood.

"I'll have a junior brother!"

The first to break free from rigidity was Qiu Chuji, also known as Changchunzi.

With a cry of anguish, he moved with lightning speed to Wang Chuyi's side and urgently checked his pulse.

The others, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly retreated.

Their steps were unsteady and chaotic, completely devoid of the composure and tacit understanding they had displayed when setting up their formation.

Everyone subconsciously distanced themselves from Lin Ye, a distance they thought was safe. The longswords in their hands trembled slightly, and the cold glint of the sword tips reflected the undisguised panic on their faces.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen, who had dominated the martial arts world for decades, had never been in such a sorry state.

Like a flock of sheep startled by a tiger, they could only huddle together in fear, their fierce yet cowardly gazes fixed on that solitary figure who seemed capable of swallowing the heavens and earth.

Lin Ye did not move.

He stood there quietly, as if the earth-shattering blow had nothing to do with him.

The mountain breeze blew against his simple Taoist robe, the hem fluttering, yet it carried no trace of worldly affairs.

He looked at these once high and mighty senior uncles and senior masters, his gaze as calm as a deep pool, without ripples, yet reflecting all their fear and unease at this moment.

"How is it?!"

Ma Yu's voice was dry as he stared intently at Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji's fingers rested on Wang Chuyi's wrist, his face turning from red to white, then from white to green, and finally turning to ashes.

"The meridians...the meridians are completely severed!"

His voice trembled, more with fear than anger, "No, it's not broken... it's... it's shattered! Like it's been ground into powder! The true energy in my dantian... it's empty! Completely empty!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Yu, Tan Chuduan, and the others all gasped in shock.

In martial arts battles, it is common for meridians to be damaged. Even if they are broken, as long as there are miraculous medicines available, there is always hope of repairing them.

But what is the concept of "collapse"?

Like a rope, it can be repaired if it breaks, but if it is completely twisted into fluff, even a god cannot save it!

This is no longer martial arts, this is evil magic!

It's demonic magic!

With a "whoosh," Wang Chuyi, still unconscious, spat out another mouthful of black blood. The blood contained traces of grayish, decaying substances that resembled fragments of internal organs.

This scene completely shattered the last shred of hope of the Six Masters of Quanzhen.

"You monster! You monster!"

Qiu Chuji suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. He stood up abruptly, his long sword pointing directly at Lin Ye. His face, twisted with rage, was a mixture of overwhelming hatred and a deep fear that he himself was unaware of.

"Speak! From which heretical sect did you learn these evil and crooked methods?!"

His voice was hoarse, like the roar of a wild beast with its throat choked, echoing on the silent peaks of Zhongnan Mountain.

This question was also the biggest question in the minds of Ma Yu, Tan Chuduan, Liu Chuxuan, Hao Datong, Sun Bu'er, and even Guo Jing, who was far away.

The martial arts of the Quanzhen School emphasize gradual progress and strengthening the foundation, making it a model of orthodox Taoism.

They spent their entire lives trying to understand how such a domineering and unreasonable "reason" could exist in the world.

This is definitely not the Quanzhen Sect's kung fu!

It is definitely not the kung fu of any famous or righteous sect in the Central Plains martial arts world!

Guo Jing's heart was also in turmoil.

He possesses the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, the most powerful and yang-like technique in the world.

He had also witnessed Ouyang Feng's Toad Style Kung Fu, which was insidious and ruthless.

He also witnessed Huang Yaoshi's unconventional and ever-changing martial arts.

But the power that Lin Ye just displayed was different from all of this.

That was a more primal, purer form of "destruction".

It does not belong to "Yang" or "Yin", nor to "hard" or "soft".

It simply turns "existence" into "nothingness".

This……

It has gone beyond the scope of "martial arts".

Faced with Qiu Chuji's murderous gaze and desperate questioning, Lin Ye finally reacted.

He slowly, very slowly, raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over Qiu Chuji, and then over the angry and fearful faces of Ma Yu, Tan Chuduan, and the others.

There was no anger, no smugness, and not even mockery in his eyes.

There was only a faint sense of detachment, as if watching a farce that had nothing to do with me.

That look was more lethal than any contemptuous word.

It made Qiu Chuji feel as if his punch, delivered with all his might, not only landed on empty air but was also casually bounced back and hit him in the face.

"Our Quanzhen Sect has truly been blind!"

Qiu Chuji trembled under that gaze. He took a step forward, pointed his sword at Lin Ye, and roared, word by word, "Back then, seeing your plight, I took you in as a disciple and let you learn martial arts from Zhijing. What a great favor that was!"

"You! You heartless, ungrateful beast!"

"You show no gratitude, yet you dare to betray your sect and steal such insidious and demonic techniques! Do you have any respect for the sect rules? Do you have any respect for our patriarch?!"

"This is blasphemy! Blasphemy!!!"

The four words "betraying one's master and destroying one's ancestors" resounded like thunder on the mountaintop.

Every word carries immense moral pressure, making it the heaviest burden for any martial arts sect.

Once someone is implicated, it means becoming an enemy of the entire sect and even the entire righteous martial arts world.

Ma Yu's face was ashen. Although he did not lose his composure and roar like Qiu Chuji, the chill in his eyes was colder than ten-thousand-year-old ice.

As the sect leader, he thought about many things.

A third-generation disciple, from who knows where, learned such astonishing demonic skills, and with one move crippled "Yu Yangzi" Wang Chuyi and broke the sect's great formation, "Tian Gang Bei Dou Formation".

If this matter gets out, what will become of the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect?

Where is the prestige of the number one sect in the world?

Instead of teaching their disciples well, they raised a monster.

This is not only a failure of teaching, but also a great disgrace to the entire sect!

Therefore, no matter what, the charge of "betraying the master and destroying the Du family" must be firmly pinned on Lin Ye!

Only in this way can their current attack be considered a cleansing of their own ranks and an act of justice on behalf of Heaven.

Only in this way can we know that Wang Chuyi's crushing defeat was not due to the Quanzhen martial arts being inadequate, but rather because the enemy was too "evil and unorthodox".

"Lin Ye".

Ma Yu spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying an unquestionable authority, like a golden rule judging a sinner.

Do you know your crime?

He didn't ask any questions or interrogate anyone; he simply delivered the verdict.

In his view, the facts are already laid bare and cannot be refuted.

"He betrayed his master and ancestors, stole demonic skills, and seriously injured his fellow disciples and teachers."

With each charge Ma Yu brought up, his aura grew more imposing.

He slowly moved forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with the other five, an invisible pressure crushing down on Lin Ye like a mountain.

"Any one of these measures would be enough to cripple your martial arts, expel you from your sect, and forever banish you from setting foot on Zhongnan Mountain!"

"Today, you have gone even further, killing Zhiping and provoking your teachers! If we do not execute this traitor on the spot, how can we face Patriarch Chongyang in the afterlife?!"

His words were righteous, stern, and impassioned.

Guo Jing, standing behind them, listened with a furrowed brow.

According to his values, betraying his teacher and ancestors is indeed an unforgivable crime.

It is indeed only natural for the Quanzhen School to clean house.

but……

His gaze involuntarily fell on Lin Ye.

That young man was too quiet from beginning to end.

Faced with such heavy accusations and the overwhelming rage of six top experts, he remained steadfast like a lone cliff in a storm, unmoved by the wind and rain.

Guo Jing suddenly remembered some rumors.

Some rumors about the Quanzhen Sect that he had overheard by chance before coming to Zhongnan Mountain.

It is said that among the third-generation disciples, there was one named Zhao Zhijing, who was narrow-minded and mean-spirited, and especially liked to bully the newly entered junior disciples who had no power or influence.

And this Lin Ye seems to have been one of the most oppressed people back then.

"Follow Zhijing to learn martial arts"...

As Guo Jing pondered Qiu Chuji's words, a strange, indescribable feeling suddenly welled up within him.

Is that really "grace"?

Just then, Lin Ye, who had been silent all along, finally smiled.

That wasn't a loud laugh, nor was it a cold laugh.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly upwards, a tiny arc that, like a needle, precisely pierced the enormous balloon woven by the Six Masters of Quanzhen with morality and anger.

"puff."

A soft sound.

It wasn't the sound of a balloon bursting, but rather Lin Ye unable to hold back his laughter.

The soft laugh sounded incredibly jarring on the tense, deathly silent mountaintop.

"What...what are you laughing at?!"

Qiu Chuji reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger.

I laughed...

Lin Ye raised his head, and for the first time, a ripple of emotion appeared in his deep, pool-like eyes.

That is……

mercy.

Yes, compassion.

He was looking at this group of world-renowned masters with the same eyes one would use to look at ignorant children.

"I laughed. So this is what they call 'grace' in the eyes of all my senior uncles and grandmasters, being beaten like a punching bag by my senior brother Zhao Zhijing every day, being called 'useless' and 'trash', sleeping in a drafty woodshed in winter, and not even being able to get a full meal... So this is what they call 'grace'."

His voice was soft and gentle, as if he were recounting a past event that had nothing to do with him.

But every word was like an invisible slap in the face of the Six Masters of Quanzhen.

The expressions on the faces of Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and the others instantly turned extremely ugly.

Do they know about these things?

Perhaps they know, perhaps they don't.

But even if they knew, they never took it to heart.

What's the big deal about an outer disciple with mediocre talent and no foundation being "tempered" by his senior brother?

Which sect hasn't had similar incidents?

As long as no one dies, who will care?

In their eyes, this was nothing more than a self-evident, unspoken rule for maintaining the hierarchical order of the sects.

But they never expected that this trivial matter, which they would never have bothered to pay attention to, would be so casually revealed by Lin Ye at this moment, in front of Guo Jing, an outsider!

With this fig leaf torn away, all their previous righteous accusations seemed so hypocritical and ridiculous.

"Nonsense!"

Qiu Chuji was the first to shout sternly, as if the louder the voice, the better it could cover up his embarrassment and guilt.

"Zhao Zhijing is the most outstanding disciple among the three generations of our sect, of impeccable character. How could he have committed such a despicable act?! You traitor, stop your slanderous accusations against your fellow disciples!"

"Oh?"

Lin Ye raised an eyebrow, his eyes seeming to say: Are you sure?

He couldn't even be bothered to argue.

Because he knew that the truth was irrelevant.

Importantly, they needed Zhao Zhijing to be "upright in character" and themselves to be "ungrateful."

"Of upright character..."

Lin Ye repeated those four words in a low voice, his smile widening.

"A 'upright and honest' Zhao Zhijing, plus a Yin Zhiping who covets the fairy of the ancient tomb and takes advantage of her vulnerability... Uncle Qiu, the best of your three generations of Quanzhen disciples, you are truly... 'a multitude of talents'."

boom!

"Even if Zhiping is wrong, it should be dealt with according to the rules of my Quanzhen Sect! When did it become your place, you wretched creature, to lay a hand on him?!"

"You stole demonic arts, harmed your teachers, and slaughtered your fellow disciples! Every single one of these acts is irrefutable!"

"Today, even if it costs us our old bones, we will rid the martial arts world of this scourge and cleanse our sect of evil!"

He suddenly waved his hand, issuing a resolute command.

"All disciples, heed my command!"

"Let the Seven Stars gather and slay this scoundrel! It's a fight to the death!"

The four words, "Never give up," with their bloody resolve, exploded at the summit.

The remaining five men simultaneously displayed a mixture of tragic heroism and ruthlessness on their faces.

They understood that the sect leader had made up his mind to use blood to wash away today's shame!

In an instant, the six figures moved again.

This time, instead of forming the Big Dipper Formation, they positioned themselves in the positions of the Seven Stars, separating Lin Ye from the fallen Wang Chuyi and Guo Jing on the other side.

Their energy coalesced like never before, forming an invisible net that completely blocked all of Lin Ye's escape routes.

An even more brutal and frenzied battle is about to erupt.

Guo Jing, however, was stunned by this sudden turn of events and stood frozen in place.

He looked at Ma Yu and the others, their frenzied expressions of wanting to kill and silence witnesses at all costs, then looked at Lin Ye, who remained calm, even with a hint of...

A look of disappointment.

A thought began to grow wildly in his mind.

The Quanzhen Sect wants to kill people to silence them!

They are not cleaning house.

They were...

Cover up the truth!

An unprecedented rage surged within Guo Jing's chest.

What he hated most in his life was such hypocrites who turned black into white and bullied others by abusing their power!

"stop!"

A tiger's roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

Guo Jing's imposing figure took a sudden step forward, and a powerful and vigorous energy burst forth!