"Since most of the Sect Leaders have nominated me, Li Xiu, and the war is imminent, I will not make any false excuses. I will temporarily take over as the leader of the Alliance and mobilize the Five Sects and the Ming Cult. Does anyone have any objections?"
Li Xiu clasped his fists, his cold gaze sweeping over the hall like lightning, causing several Sect Leaders to feel a chill in their hearts. Even Guan Neng, who had just been jumping around happily, lacked the courage to look him in the eye.
Li Xiu's actions were indeed arrogant and dismissive of pretense, but he had the upper hand and who dared to say otherwise.
Power must be accompanied by authority!
After a moment, Li Xiu left the meeting hall with the appearance of having everything under control and without a care in the world, while the others had dark expressions on their faces, unable to shake off the feeling of oppression.
Over the next month, the Five Sects and the Ming Cult followed Li Xiu's lead and arranged ambushes and deployments against the Yuan army.
Although Li Xiu was not well-versed in these tactics, he had Yin Tianzheng giving him advice behind the scenes, and everything was well-arranged. The troops were in place, and it would only be clear when King of Ruyang arrived whether they were strong or weak.
On this day, about ten miles from Bright Summit, a cloud of dust rolled in like a yellow dragon, and the sound of horse hooves echoed through the mountains. An army of several thousand elite soldiers was rushing towards Bright Summit, silently carrying boundless blood and killing intent.
All the soldiers in the army were strong and powerful, and they showed no signs of fatigue, unlike those who had been rushing on a long journey. The leader in the center of the army, who was surrounded by protection, had deep-set, red eyes, disheveled hair and loose skin, and looked like he hadn't slept for a long time. He looked like an evil ghost rather than a human.
King of Ruyang's heart was burning with anger and hatred. Since the letter and the severed finger of his daughter was delivered to his palace by the leader of the Ming Cult, Li Xiu, he could not control himself and immediately mobilized his army to rush towards Bright Summit, disregarding everything else.
He knew that Li Xiu had only given him almost two months' time, and he wanted to wear out his soldiers and horses before they reached Bright Summit, leaving them with no fighting power.
Therefore, he accelerated his march, and many soldiers and horses died during the journey, but he ordered his soldiers to rest well when they were within a hundred miles of Bright Summit, taking more than ten days to recover their strength and energy. He did this so that he would be at his strongest when he finally arrived at his destination.
However, his own mind was filled with worry, anger, and a desire for revenge, and he was often unable to sleep or rest. This was what had made him into the exhausted and haggard figure that he was now.
After a while, King of Ruyang could see Bright Summit in the distance. He clenched his teeth so hard that they made a loud noise, and his eyes were almost popping out. He swore that this time he would do his best to control himself. He had brought only a few thousand elite soldiers, and if he fought, he may not be able to ensure the safety of himself and his daughter.
He decided to let Li Xiu live for the time being. He would let him have the Six Major Sects prisoners, and he didn't care about reputation or face.
Once he rescued his daughter and the situation calmed down, he would come back with tens of thousands of soldiers and destroy the Ming sect, leaving a red mountain of blood on the Bright Summit.
As they approached the top of the Bright Summit, a lookout on a stone platform caught sight of a carrier pigeon flying in.
Yin Tianzheng received the letter from the cult member and read it while standing on the lookout platform. Li Xiu understood its meaning and nodded.
Yin Tianzheng waved the flag in his hand and passed on the message, and everyone on the Bright Summit began to move.
Li Xiu was sitting in the center of a tent with the heads of the other five major sects sitting on either side of him. There was also an old man with a kind face, looking like he is in his youth, who was sitting next to Li Xiu.
Zhang Sanfeng had arrived at Bright Summit several days ago, but he had been staying in the Wudang sect temporary residence and not making much noise or moving around.
Today was the first time Li Xiu had seen him, and both men reacted with surprise and fear. The last time Li Xiu had caused a scene at Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng was in the middle of a critical stage of training and creating the Taiji fist and sword, so they did not meet then, but Li Xiu was still afraid of him back then.
Later, he got the Yitian sword and the Azure Jade Sutra, and in recent days, Li Xiu felt that no one in the world could rival him, and he no longer paid much attention to Zhang Sanfeng.
But upon seeing him just now, Li Xiu's heart was filled with a new sense of awe towards Zhang Sanfeng.
Li Xiu had never seen Zhang Sanfeng before, but now, in his eyes, this person seemed to have truly understood the path, his body exuded an aura of blending energy, and his half-immortal appearance, as if at any moment he could be guided by the light of the law to fly up and ascend. The more sensitive a person was, the more they could see his extraordinary nature.
Li Xiu even began to speculate that if Zhang Sanfeng were thrown into a world of longevity cultivation and cultivation, and he had the same method, he feared that he would immediately be able to sense the great path and break through many boundaries. It was a shame that he was born in this world.
Li Xiu used to think that Zhang Sanfeng's Taiji fist was incredibly strange and could extend life for a hundred years.
At that time, when he caused a big uproar in Wudang, he didn't intentionally go to kill Zhang Wuji, but he had the intention of using the Nine Yang True Scripture to rid Zhang Wuji of the accumulated years of cold poison in the future, so that he could get Zhang Sanfeng to teach him about the true meaning of Taiji fist.
But now, Zhang Sanfeng's longevity, he think it may not be because of the Taiji fist itself, but rather because he has understood the truth, his spirit has undergone a transformation and growth, and this has affected his physical body.
However, it was still a pity. In this world, spirit transformation, at best, could allow Zhang Sanfeng to live for a few hundred more years, and more than that, it would be some inexplicable transcendence, which would not have much effect on his martial arts skills. Li Xiu thinks he would not need dozens of moves to kill him.
Zhang Sanfeng sits next to Li Xiu, occasionally glances at him, and his heart is full of awe and curiosity. Since he realized the unity of yin and yang and created Taiji fist and sword, his perception has become more sensitive than normal.
When he first saw Li Xiu, he was amazed that this young man's body was full of vigorous qi and blood, and even compared to a bear and a tiger, his pores were so small and delicate, clearly indicating that his mortal body was comparable to that of iron and steel.
His eyes were also warm and delicate, like jade, and did not show any brilliance, which meant that his internal energy has reached the stage of transformation.
He looked like he was in his thirties, but his internal and external skills have already reached the pinnacle of martial arts. How did this young man practice martial arts? He truly was a genius and an oddity, it was hard to imagine.
Suddenly, a sound of shouting and screams like thunder from the foot of Bright Mountain came, and the expressions of the sect masters of the various martial arts sects became tense.
Li Xiu smiled and said with a wave of his hand, "Everyone, please don't worry. My Ming Cult's Blazing Fire Flag will not confuse friends and enemies, and would not harm captured disciples and elders."
Then, he turned his words and looked towards the foot of the mountain, his voice cold and distant: "I must let this King of Ruyang's soldiers from the foot of the mountain to my face, step by step counting the corpses and step by step bloodying the ground!"
The King of Ruyang, protected by thousands of soldiers, glared with red eyes towards the mountain. It seemed that today he had the heart to endure humiliation, but the Ming Cult had no intention of sparing him!
It was both anger and helplessness, with his daughter in the hands of the Ming Cult, what could he do?
"Whoosh!"
The King of Ruyang fiercely pulled out the treasure knife from his waist and shouted to the surrounding soldiers: "All soldiers of the Great Yuan under me, follow me and kill!"