CHAPTER 1011: CHAPTER 799-800: ENEMIES OF THE ENTIRE SECT! IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, his eyes shooting out a sharp electric gleam, meeting Yun Xiangzhen’s gaze without yielding, not even blinking once, he said coldly, "But I’m curious, Master, how exactly do you intend to turn swords into plowshares?"

Today, I’m here to have Cihang Jingzhai abandon King Yan Di and support the current Ming Emperor Zhu Yunwen.

If you truly care for all the people under heaven as you claim, you should agree to my request and not incite King Yan Di against the new Emperor."

"Master Jiang...."

Master Feixuan showed a helpless smile on her charming face, lightly twisting her graceful, beautiful neck, turning her beautiful face towards Jiang Dali, saying, "Ever since I handed the He’s Jade Disc over to you, I had already informed you that aside from the former Emperor, there was no better candidate for the Emperor of Ming than the current one. Even if our Cihang Jingzhai doesn’t meddle in the Ming’s throne fight, King Yan wouldn’t rest."

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, "Whether King Yan rests or not, it’s his business. As long as your Cihang Jingzhai does not assist him, King Yan won’t be able to make any waves. I came here today to have your Cihang Jingzhai make a clear stance."

"Since Master Jiang has made up his mind, why care about the attitude of our Cihang Jingzhai."

The yellow-clothed Lei Bingyun sighed and stepped out, saying blandly, "In reality, who becomes Emperor doesn’t matter. In ancient times, when the Holy Dynasty didn’t establish the vassal states, it was our Cihang Jingzhai that supported the founding Emperor of Ming to establish Ming. Now, with the vassal state structure established, anyone from the Zhu family has the right to be the Emperor.

But the one thing that is unacceptable is for Master Jiang you to exert control over the new Emperor, holding sway over the court in such a treasonous act. If you abandon your control over Zhu Yunwen and return the He’s Jade Disc, our Cihang Jingzhai can still support the new Emperor."

"Hahaha!!"

Jiang Dali burst into a long laugh, suddenly his tiger eyes glared and shouted, "It’s acceptable for your Cihang Jingzhai to support a dragon and then influence the court, yet not for me to do the same? What kind of logic is this? If you don’t permit it, I shall defy you to see what comes of it?"

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Yun Xiangzhen slowly closed her eyes, voice turned cold, "Since Master Jiang is set on having his way, our Zhai (Cihang Jingzhai) has no choice but to act on behalf of all living beings under heaven, return order and get rid of such a madman who disrupts a nation’s court structure. Disciples!"

Master Feixuan sighed deeply, joining along with Qin Mengyao, Lei Bingyun, and Master Jingyi to seemingly casually step two steps forward, instantly forming a formidable aura encompassing Jiang Dali and Wan Wan within.

When the three moved, they exuded a peculiar sensation akin to flowing clouds and water.

Expressing a might that normally requires an array through their walking stances embellished with profound upper-level tactics.

Suddenly, Jiang Dali and Wan Wan both felt captured tightly by the spirit and momentum of the three.

So long as they show the slightest flaw, they would face the overwhelming thunderous attack of the three drawing swords.

Beyond these three, there was Yun Xiangzhen, an expert seemingly capable of penetrating all of Jiang Dali and Wan Wan’s states and secrets from the sidelines, forming an extremely strong threat.

Simultaneously, Fan Qinghui and Wentian Ni, who had stood not far from Jiang Dali without making rash moves, sighed gently, each gripping the sword handle, their sharp Sword Qi immediately focusing on Jiang Dali.

In an instant, the atmosphere solidified.

The mountain wind blew, yet none of the clothes of those present fluttered as they should, as if all were frozen within the great flow of time and space.

Those present had reached a stage of commanding momentum with Qi, injuring with Qi without strikes or drawn swords.

Jiang Dali and Wan Wan, surrounded by the seven, felt immense pressure from their hearts, spirits, and Qi.

This is precisely the characteristic of Cihang Jingzhai’s "Cihang Sword Manual," whereby reaching the realm of Sword Heart Clarity, a mere look could invisibly harm others.

Though among the seven, no one yet reached such a realm, not even the highly promising Qin Mengyao was up to par, yet at this moment the combined encirclement of the seven still brought intense pressure to battle-hardened Jiang Dali.

Cihang Jingzhai, the Martial Arts Holy Land, indeed is extraordinary.

However, while both sides’ spirit, heart, and minds were confronting each other and probing for weaknesses, suddenly a zither sound akin to "silver bottle shattered, gushing water, and iron cavalry bursting out with clashing blades" echoed from the air.

This zither sound immediately disrupted the balance of momentum between the two sides.

Almost at the same moment, several subdued and sharp needle beams quietly streaked through the air at lightning speed, aiming for Yun Xiangzhen.

This incredible sudden change indeed happened too swiftly.

In that instant, Jiang Dali seized the opportunity with a cold shout, wildishly surging forward.

"Die!!"

A fierce and wild sonic wave erupted from his gaping mouth, resounding like a thunderclap on a clear day.

A wild power capable of agitating heaven and earth burst forth the moment Jiang Dali’s body turned golden.

Both fists struck out, the majestic and domineering Dragon Energy suddenly surged from behind and fused into his massive fists, transforming into two domineering and ferocious dragon-shaped Fist Powers, bursting outward.

The moment he punched, any mental barriers vanished into thin air, leaving not the slightest trace or emotion.

Fan Qinghui, the foremost target, facing the unparalleled wild Fist Power charging at her, "clang!"

Sword unsheathed.

A dazzling and impenetrable Sword Qi spewed from the sword edge, piercing the air to meet the threat.

"Boom!"

Sword Qi and Fist Power clashed, instantly pulverized, the dragon-shaped Fist Power fiercely struck its target, the heavily injured Fan Qinghui vomited blood and flew backward like a bird with broken wings, crashing into a stone table with a thud.