65: Don't back down, keep fighting him!

Since you already went missing, why did you have to come back? Why did you have to come back?

At this moment, Song Qingshu's heart was filled with resentment.

"Oh, Zhang Wuji, look at you acting all smug here."

"You can't even distinguish friend from foe. I just rescued you, and you turn around and kick me while I'm down like this."

"Then don't blame me for showing no mercy."

"Sisi, you see, this kid Zhang Wuji is brain-dead. If he gets played to death, it's not my fault," Duan Zhengchun said.

"Zhang Wuji is still too young, after all. And he's too narrow-minded."

"He only lost a duel to you before, and you just saved him from trouble, yet he returns kindness with enmity like this."

"Compared to his father, Zhang Cuishan, he's quite lacking."

"Don't worry, I'll put in a good word for you with A Li when we get back," Daiqisi said.

"Sigh... in the end, I still couldn't change this kid; he's still as stubborn as ever."

"Without the Heaven and Earth Great Shift, can you still fight the Six Major Sects alone?" Duan Zhengchun watched the battle below with a smile on his face.

Seeing his Eldest Martial Uncle about to go head-to-head with the other five major Sects because of him, Zhang Wuji grew anxious.

"Eldest Martial Uncle, please don't get involved in this. I'll resolve it myself," Zhang Wuji spoke up.

"Father, since he's said so, we should stay out of it for now."

"Lest they say we're colluding with the Demonic Cult again," Song Qingshu said.

"Shut your mouth. We don't want anything to do with you either. Who knows, you might even end up begging us for help later," the Bat King said irritably.

"Hmph, members of the Demonic Cult should be executed by everyone. How could our Wudang Sect ever beg you for anything? Who do you think you are?" Song Qingshu said coldly.

"You..."

The Bat King wanted to retort, but felt a sharp pain in his chest. His face instantly turned sallow, and his whole body began to tremble.

"Stupid Bat, stop trying to act tough. Is your Cold Poison acting up?" the White-Browed Eagle King asked.

"Old ghost, you... you're covered in blood. It's a waste to let it flow. Let... let me drink some." The Bat King looked at the blood-covered White-Browed Eagle King, his mouth watering.

"Go to hell! I'm showing you concern and you actually want to suck my blood? Get lost! There's chicken blood over there, go drink that," the White-Browed Eagle King cursed irritably.

"Hey, you old ghost, I helped you stop your bleeding earlier, and now that it's your turn to help me, you say something like that?"

"You've disappointed me too much," the Bat King said unhappily.

"Enough! Zhang Wuji, do you really intend to interfere in this matter?" He Taichong said coldly.

"Come then. If you lose, the Kunlun Sect withdraws," Zhang Wuji said directly.

"Then let's see if you have the ability to win." A cruel smile appeared on the corner of He Taichong's mouth.

As soon as He Taichong finished speaking, the longsword in his hand thrust straight out.

Zhang Wuji was on full alert; this was his first true duel against a Master.

His previous fight with Abbess Miejue didn't really count; he had simply endured three of her palm strikes.

If not for the wonders of the Nine Yang Divine Art, he would have died at the foot of the mountain.

After reaching Major Achievement in the Nine Yang Divine Art and clearing the ren and du meridians, there is a qualitative shift in one's martial arts cultivation.

Facing He Taichong now, although it was his first battle and Zhang Wuji was somewhat inexperienced, he was able to hold his own against He Taichong by relying on his Early Stage Grandmaster Realm.

Moreover, while fighting, Zhang Wuji was searching for flaws in He Taichong's sword techniques.

Initially, seeing Zhang Wuji looking quite disheveled under his attacks, a triumphant smile appeared on He Taichong's face.

However, he soon noticed something was wrong.

He had thought he could take down Zhang Wuji quickly, but after fighting for a long time, he hadn't managed to injure Zhang Wuji at all.

This made him feel he was losing face. He had just been boasting, and now nearly a hundred moves had passed without him being able to wound his opponent.

"If Sect Head He only has these tricks, then you won't be able to beat me!" Zhang Wuji said coldly.

"Kid, don't talk big. This seat was just playing with you earlier."

"It would be too boring to kill you outright."

"Since you've said so, I'll fulfill your wish," He Taichong said with a grim expression.

Immediately, He Taichong unleashed his ultimate move, preparing to kill Zhang Wuji in one strike.

However, at the very moment he was about to strike, Zhang Wuji's figure suddenly accelerated and arrived right in front of him.

The two were almost face-to-face, close enough to kiss, which frightened He Taichong so much his expression changed drastically and he stumbled backward.

But Zhang Wuji seized the opportunity, grabbing He Taichong's wrist and twisting it violently.

Instantly, He Taichong let out a scream, and the longsword in his hand fell to the ground.

Then, Zhang Wuji kicked him out, and He Taichong flew backward, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Senior Brother..."

Seeing her husband being kicked away and spitting blood, Ban Shuxian cried out and rushed forward.

Seeing her husband wounded, she was instantly enraged and completely disregarded any rules.

She thrust her longsword directly at Zhang Wuji.

In the Dual Sword Technique, Ban Shuxian performed the Yin Sword, while He Taichong performed the Yang Sword.

He Taichong's strength was naturally higher than Ban Shuxian's, as he was in the Middle Stage of the Xiantian Realm, while Ban Shuxian was only at the Early Stage Xiantian.

Furthermore, she was using the Yin Sword, which was perfectly countered by the attributes of Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Art.

Zhang Wuji had already completely memorized the sword techniques He Taichong used, and he saw through the flaws in Ban Shuxian's swordplay at a single glance.

Spotting a flaw, he reached out and grabbed Ban Shuxian's wrist.

In the next second, he gripped her wrist and executed a shoulder throw.

Ban Shuxian was flung out like a sandbag, crashing heavily onto the ground, coughing up blood, her aura becoming weak.

"Wife..."

Seeing his wife being tossed away like a sandbag by Zhang Wuji, He Taichong's eyes nearly split with rage.

"Zhang Wuji, I'll kill you!" He Taichong roared, struggling up from the ground and rushing at Zhang Wuji again.

Looking at the charging He Taichong, Zhang Wuji's expression remained calm.

The moment he got close, Zhang Wuji struck directly, grabbing He Taichong by the throat.

"Sect Head He, you lost... Will the Kunlun Sect withdraw from Bright Summit as agreed?" Zhang Wuji said coldly.

He didn't intend to kill He Taichong; if he really did that, it would truly mean a fight to the death with the Kunlun Sect.

He Taichong never dreamed that he was just about to take Bright Summit, only to have his plans ruined by this bastard Zhang Wuji.

Looking at his seriously injured wife, and then at the members of the other Sects—seeing that they had no intention of intervening—He Taichong's expression became even more unsightly.

"Fine, this seat admits defeat. The Kunlun Sect withdraws from this Alliance," He Taichong said with a dark expression.

"Don't, don't wimp out now."

"You were so arrogant just now, how can you be so cowardly now?"

"You can't back down, Sect Head He. Keep going at him; he doesn't dare kill you. If he kills you, it would mean completely antagonizing the Kunlun Sect."

"In that case, his plan to make you withdraw won't be completed."

"So, if you really admit defeat, you'll truly have no more chances."