Three Jiang Wuya clones surged into the crowd, like wolves entering a flock of sheep, and began a rampant slaughter.
He first targeted the Maoshan sect disciples, who excelled at sorcery but not close-quarters combat. Jiang Wuya had seen through this, which was why he chose them as his breakthrough point. Protected by his煞气 (Sha Qi) armor, the three Jiang Wuya clones were impervious to blades and unaffected by water or fire, completely disregarding the attacks from the Maoshan disciples. With bare hands, he shattered one disciple's head with a single punch and their internal organs with a kick, acting like a soulless killing machine.
Seeing his fellow disciples brutally slaughtered by Jiang Wuya, Han Sanyen's eyes turned red. He charged forward, holding his Money Sword, and swung it at Jiang Wuya's back.
Clang!
Despite the surprise attack, Jiang Wuya remained unharmed. He turned around and smiled grimly at Han San, "Have you come to die?"
Han San roared, "You are the one who will die!!" With one hand, he tore the red string binding the money, and hundreds of copper coins instantly scattered, flying towards Jiang Wuya like bees, clinging to his body!
Then—Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!
All the copper coins exploded simultaneously. This Jiang Wuya clone was engulfed in the fiery blast. Han San, due to his close proximity, was also blown back more than ten meters.
Han San landed, spitting blood, but couldn't help but laugh maniacally, "Jiang Wuya, you deserve to die! You deserve to die!!!"
As the smoke cleared, this Jiang Wuya clone had vanished into ash, which brought Han San a sense of regret. Too bad it wasn't the true body that was blown up! Even if it was a clone, eliminating one of Jiang Wuya's clones was, in Han San's opinion, a worthy feat.
The remaining two Jiang Wuya clones, one real and one fake, were unaffected by the explosion and continued their massacre amidst the Maoshan disciples. In the blink of an eye, the area was a river of blood, and more than half of the Maoshan disciples were killed or wounded!
Suddenly, a group of Wudang sect disciples, clad in white martial attire, charged into the fray, relentlessly attacking the two Jiang Wuya clones! They were skilled in Tai Chi's force-dissipation techniques. While rescuing the Maoshan disciples, they managed to pin down Jiang Wuya, preventing him from harming anyone else!
"Wudang disciples, heed my command!" Zhao Chengxiang shouted, "Eight Trigrams, sixty-four formations!"
The Wudang disciples immediately formed their formation. They weaved and dodged within the crowd, their movements dazzling Jiang Wuya. He tried to intervene, but they easily evaded him. Even for Jiang Wuya, it was impossible to break the formation for a moment!
When Jiang Wuya regained his senses, he realized that the Wudang disciples had formed a massive Tai Chi and Bagua diagram beneath their feet, with the two Jiang Wuya clones positioned at the Yin and Yang poles!
"Strike him hard!!" Zhao Chengxiang commanded.
The disciples surrounding Jiang Wuya unleashed their palms simultaneously, striking sixty-four acupoints on Jiang Wuya's body every second! Jiang Wuya felt his consciousness blur, his body's meridians thrown into disarray by the relentless blows, leaving him utterly unable to retaliate!
"Heavenly thunder rumbles, divine thunder roars. Dragon thunder surges, water thunder overturns the waves. Command the thunder and fire, lightning strikes across the land. Divine power unleashed, smiting evil spirits. The Emperor's decree is issued, by fire I hasten!"
At this moment, the arriving Longhu Mountain disciples ignited their talismans and recited the incantation for the Five Thunder True Law. Thunderclouds pressed down upon the sky, and muffled thunder echoed. A thunderous roar, like a dragon's cry, sounded, and two bolts of five-colored lightning descended from the thunderclouds, striking the Yin and Yang poles of the Tai Chi precisely!!!
"Hah!"
The two Jiang Wuya clones were directly hit by the terrifying Five Thunder True Law, their bodies so battered they couldn't straighten up!
*Thump!*
Both Jiang Wuya clones knelt on one knee simultaneously, veins bulging on their foreheads.
"Amitabha!" Changshan suddenly appeared behind one of the Jiang Wuya clones. His body was covered in golden light, the manifestation of his most potent Vajra Body, which even disregarded the effects of the Five Thunder True Law. The most sophisticated attacks often employ the simplest methods. Changshan held his kasaya staff high, then brought it down forcefully onto the back of Jiang Wuya's head!
*Bang!!!*
The immense force almost drove Jiang Wuya's entire body into the ground!
"May Buddha be merciful!" Changshan chanted again, then continued to strike Jiang Wuya with his kasaya staff. Preaching the most compassionate scriptures while delivering the most brutal blows!
The Jiang Wuya clone beneath his feet, repeatedly struck, could no longer bear the onslaught and exploded with a "boom," dissipating into Sha Qi.
Liu Yiren immediately shouted, "The remaining one is Jiang Wuya's true body!" Everyone immediately turned their attention to the fiery figure, preparing to finish off the real Jiang Wuya in one decisive blow.
However, the true Jiang Wuya, enduring the Five Thunder True Law, straightened up within the Bagua formation.
"Hahaha! Hahahahaha! This is interesting, very interesting!!" Jiang Wuya stood upright, looking up at the thunderclouds above. He reached out and clenched his fist—terrifying Sha Qi surged from his body, transforming into a giant hand that actually crushed the thunderclouds! The Five Thunder True Law instantly dissipated!
"New talents emerge to lead the times, each for a few centuries! Had you not met this King, you would undoubtedly become powerhouses who dominate the land in the future!" Jiang Wuya sneered, "But since you met me, your future is destined to be unwritten!!"
With a cold snort, as if unleashing a Buddhist lion's roar, Jiang Wuya caused the Wudang disciples near him to explode their heads without even a chance to struggle! Jiang Wuya didn't even need to personally attack to kill!
Seeing his fellow disciples die tragically, Zhao Chengxiang reacted even more fiercely than Han San. He charged directly at Jiang Wuya, unleashing sixty-four palms in rapid succession, each striking a fatal acupoint. For an ordinary person, Zhao Chengxiang would have killed them sixty-four times over by now! But Jiang Wuya was unaffected. Instead, he seized an opportunity, grabbing Zhao Chengxiang's arm and shoulder with both hands. With a "rip," Jiang Wuya tore Zhao Chengxiang's left arm from his torso with his bare hands!!
Zhao Chengxiang was stunned, forgetting pain, forgetting to scream.
"You like close-quarters combat, don't you? This King will break your arms and see how you fight!" Jiang Wuya sneered, about to strike again, when Yan Shouyi arrived, swinging the Ancestral Dragon Sword.
"Ancestral Dragon Sword?" Jiang Wuya hesitated for a moment, then decided to retreat. He tossed the one-armed Zhao Chengxiang into the crowd like garbage. In just a brief exchange, the Xuanmen side, which had held the advantage, suffered heavy casualties, with several strong fighters rendered completely unable to fight!
"Yan Shouyi, the Ancestral Dragon Sword cannot kill me." Jiang Wuya smiled coldly at Yan Shouyi and asked, "Why didn't you use the Nation-Suppressing Sword? That is the only thing that can kill me!"
"The Nation-Suppressing Sword?" Yan Shouyi instead smiled at Jiang Wuya, "It is not in my hands."
"Not in your hands?" Jiang Wuya's expression darkened. "What do you mean by that?!"