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

At the summit of Zhongnan Mountain, there was a deathly silence.

The wind stopped, the birds stopped singing, and even the sound of people breathing could not be heard.

Thousands of eyes were fixed on the three people in the room.

One of them was Lin Ye, dressed in black and holding a sword, standing ramrod straight.

One was Ke Zhen'e, kneeling before him, enduring the beatings and killings.

The last one was Guo Jing, kneeling not far away, his body trembling like a leaf.

This scene is utterly absurd.

It was so absurd that no one could understand it.

What just happened?

That blind old man, that hero Ke who everyone regarded as their lifeline, that righteous leader of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan whose roars almost caused mountains to collapse, rushed forward.

and then?

Then the young man named Lin Ye held up one finger.

Just a light touch.

Then, Master Ke knelt down. He was spitting blood and convulsing, like a dog whose spine had been broken.

Is it really that simple?

Is that all?

Is this fucking... a dream?

In the crowd, a timid street urchin rolled his eyes and collapsed, fainting from fright.

Those nearby tried to help, but found their own legs were as weak as noodles, making it impossible for them to stand.

"Demon... demonic magic... this is demonic magic..."

I don't know who it was, but they were muttering in a trembling voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

This word, like a spark, instantly ignited the haystack of "fear" in everyone's hearts.

Correct!

It must be sorcery!

How could martial arts be this powerful? To cripple a master who had been famous for decades with just one finger? This doesn't make sense! This is simply not something a human could do!

This Lin Ye, he's not human! He's a monster!

The moment this thought crossed everyone's mind, the way they looked at Lin Ye changed.

It was no longer about looking at a highly skilled enemy, but about looking at an incomprehensible monster from another world that could arbitrarily control their lives and deaths...

Guo Jing's mind was still blank.

He knelt there, his eyes fixed on his master lying in a pool of blood, while Lin Ye's casual question kept echoing in his ears.

"Upright and righteous spirit?"

These four words were like a red-hot knife, churning back and forth in his mind.

What is righteousness and integrity?

Was it because the master was a man who hated evil and clearly distinguished right from wrong throughout his life?

Was it to defend Xiangyang himself, for the country and the people?

But why... why does the most sacred thing in my heart seem so ridiculous and so vulnerable in front of this young man?

He couldn't figure it out.

His simple worldview was shattered at that moment by that finger.

"Master...Grand Master..."

He wanted to crawl over and check on his master's injuries, but his body wouldn't obey him.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness, like icy seawater, overwhelmed him.

For the first time, he realized that his pride in chivalry and the beliefs he had upheld throughout his life were so pale in the face of absolute power.

Huang Rong rushed over and caught the swaying Guo Jing.

Her face was frighteningly pale, but her eyes were clearer than ever.

She didn't look at Ke Zhen'e, or even glance at Lin Ye.

Her entire attention was focused on her husband.

"Brother Jing, calm down! Don't be impulsive!" Her voice was low, but it carried an undeniable force.

She knew Guo Jing's temperament; seeing his master crippled, he must only be thinking about one thing now—revenge.

How can I report it?

What should we report?

If you rush in, will you end up like Ke Zhen'e, getting pinned to the ground with a single finger?

Huang Rong's mind raced.

She wasn't afraid of death. But she couldn't let Guo Jing go and die.

Moreover, what will happen to Xiangyang if they die? What will happen to the people in the city?

She gripped Guo Jing's arm tightly, her nails digging into his flesh.

"Brother Jing! Listen to me! Now is not the time to play the hero! This person... this person is beyond our capabilities! We need to think of another way!"

"A way? What other way is there?" Guo Jing's voice was hoarse and filled with despair. "Rong'er, you saw it... Master..."

"I saw it!" Huang Rong interrupted him, her voice trembling with a sob. "I saw everything! But what good would it do you to go up there? Just another one to die?!"

She shook Guo Jing's shoulders violently: "Wake up! You're not alone! You're Guo Jing! You're Guo Jing, the Great Hero of Xiangyang! You can't die here!"

Guo Jing's body trembled violently. He looked at Huang Rong's face, which was filled with anxiety and fear, and then at Lin Ye, who was as calm as a stone statue not far away.

Yes, he can't die.

But are we just going to stand by and watch our master... watch this demon swagger around here?

His heart felt like it was being torn apart by two hands, the pain almost unbearable.

Just then, the six Quanzhen disciples, who had been silent all along, finally made a move.

Ma Yu, Tan Chuduan, Liu Chuxuan, and the others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with unconcealed shock and...regret.

The words spoken by the Golden Wheel Monk and the tragic state of Ke Zhen'e struck them like a heavy hammer, waking them up.

Why?

Why couldn't the Quanzhen Sect tolerate him?

Yes, why is that?

Just because his martial arts skills were of unknown origin? Just because he killed Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping?

Do they have no idea what kind of person Zhao Zhijing is? Do they really not know what despicable things Yin Zhiping has done?

However, for the sake of the Quanzhen Sect's laughable reputation, they step by step forced a promising young man who could have become a pillar of the sect into a mortal enemy with whom they would fight to the death!

Now things are really bad; Senior Brother Qiu Chuji has had both arms crippled, and his fate is unknown.

Zhou Botong, his martial uncle, protected him in a crazy manner.

Ke Zhen'e, the leader of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, was also crippled by a single finger.

Today, the Quanzhen Sect has truly lost face.

A bitter taste rose in Ma Yu's mouth.

As the head of the sect, he cannot escape blame.

He looked at the young man in black, at his face that was almost identical to that of his ancestor, and an incredibly absurd yet persistent thought surfaced in his mind once again.

Could it be... that this is all fate?

It is the ancestral master in heaven who could not bear to see what these unworthy descendants had done, so he sent down this "demon" to punish them and cleanse the sect.

"Thump."

A muffled thud.

Among the six disciples of Quanzhen, Wang Chuyi, the most straightforward, actually knelt down directly in Lin Ye's direction.

"Senior brother!"

"Junior brother!"

Ma Yu and the others were shocked.

Wang Chuyi ignored them. He simply knelt there, his face flushed red, and kowtowed heavily to Lin Ye.

"Junior Nephew Lin," his voice was extremely hoarse, each word spoken with extraordinary difficulty, "before...we were wrong."

"I, Wang Chuyi, am blind to right and wrong, unable to distinguish good from evil, and I aid and abet the wicked!"

"I...I'm so sorry! And even more sorry to our ancestors!"

As he spoke, he actually raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two crisp sounds echoed clearly throughout the mountaintop.

Everyone was stunned.

What's going on here?

Yu Yang Zhenren, one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, actually knelt before a traitorous grand-disciple? And even slapped himself in the face?

Has the world gone mad?

Lin Ye looked at Wang Chuyi, who was kneeling on the ground with his cheeks rapidly swelling and turning red, but his eyes remained unmoved.

Apologize?

Apologizing now?

late.

His gaze passed over Wang Chuyi and landed on Ma Yu and the others behind him.

That look seemed to ask: What about you? Are you also prepared to kneel down and kowtow?

Ma Yu and the others felt as if their blood had almost frozen when they were swept by that gaze.

kneel?

They are elders of the Quanzhen Sect, renowned figures in the martial arts world! How could they kneel before a junior?

But if I don't kneel, what else can I do?

Fighting is pointless. Cursing is useless.

They can decide their life or death with just a flick of their finger.

Humiliation, resentment, fear, regret... all sorts of emotions, like venomous snakes, gnawed at their internal organs.

In the midst of this suffocating silence, a lazy voice, tinged with sarcasm, suddenly rang out.

"Hehe, interesting, very interesting."

The one speaking was the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

He walked out of the crowd, clutching his iconic golden wheel, a look of anticipation on his face.

He observed the chaotic scene before him with great interest.

"The prestigious Quanzhen Sect, a legitimate branch of the Xuanmen, has been forced to kneel and beg for mercy by a disgraced disciple who was expelled from the sect."

He shook his head, clicking his tongue in amazement: "This has truly broadened the horizons of this national teacher."

His words were like salt sprinkled on the bloody wounds of the Six Masters of Quanzhen.

Ma Yu and the others turned pale and then red, but they couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

The Golden Wheel Monk had no intention of giving up. He turned his head and looked at Lin Ye, his bright eyes filled with undisguised admiration and... fervor.

"Young man, your name is Lin Ye, right?"

Although his Chinese was somewhat broken, his meaning was very clear.

"With your skills, it's a real waste to leave you in this lifeless martial arts world of the Central Plains."

"Look at them," he gestured with his chin toward the silent "martial arts heroes" around him, "a bunch of cowardly trash. One moment they were shouting for battle, and now they don't even dare to fart."

"And them," he pointed to the Six Masters of Quanzhen, ""pedantic, stubborn, and ungrateful! They mistake a pearl for a fish eye, and a unicorn for a wild dog! Such a sect is better off abandoned!"

He took two steps forward, his voice full of seduction.

"Brother Lin Ye, our great Mongol Empire is the perfect place for heroes to display their talents! Our lord Genghis Khan, with his great wisdom and ambition, is eager to recruit capable individuals!"

"If you are willing to come with me, I, the Imperial Preceptor, can recommend you to the Great Khan! You will be appointed as the First Protector of the Nation of Great Mongolia! Your status will be second only to my own!"

"Gold and silver treasures, beautiful women and power—whatever you want, you can have! It's better than being here, surrounded by these hypocrites, treated like monsters!"