Chapter 667: The Soul of the Eight Trigrams
Jiumozhi knew that if he truly killed Xuan Cheng, it would be a grave offense against the world. However, if he merely crippled him, he could always claim that it was an accident during a duel, leaving Shaolin helpless.
Xuan Ci and the others were blocked by the Flaming Blade Qi and could not come to the rescue in time. They could only watch as Jiumozhi lunged toward Xuan Cheng.
Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly and was about to move when Song Qingshu took a step forward, subtly blocking his path—whether intentional or not, it was unclear.
Seeing Zhang Sanfeng’s questioning gaze, Song Qingshu chuckled, “Grandmaster, this is a matter between the Tibetan Esoteric Sect and Shaolin Temple. Why should we of Wudang get involved in this mess?”
Zhang Sanfeng was momentarily stunned but quickly understood Song Qingshu’s intentions. He couldn’t help but smile wryly—his grand-disciple’s grudge against Shaolin was indeed extraordinary. Though Zhang Sanfeng was always compassionate, he was not a blind do-gooder. Since Wudang and Shaolin had always been at odds, there was no need for him to stand up for Shaolin.
Just as Xuan Cheng was about to be struck down, a gray shadow suddenly darted in from the side, throwing two fists toward Jiumozhi’s ribs.
Before the fists even landed, Jiumozhi could already feel the chilling force behind them. He knew that if he did not retract his move, Xuan Cheng’s meridians would be utterly shattered, but he himself would not escape unscathed either.
Jiumozhi was ambitious and unwilling to perish alongside Xuan Cheng. He quickly redirected his Flaming Blade attack toward the approaching opponent. In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than ten moves.
By this time, the Shaolin monks had also rushed forward. Realizing the danger of being surrounded, Jiumozhi borrowed the momentum of the exchange to leap several feet away. Only then did he clearly see his opponent—a young monk with ordinary features, looking somewhat dull and simple-minded.