Chapter 402

This sword strike was as fast as a bolt of lightning, aiming straight for his throat.

The sword light was truly too fast—so fast that Zhang Zhang Wuji had no way to avoid it. In his haste, he could only raise his left hand to block in front of his throat.

Metal clashed against metal, and a loud boom rang out. Zhang Zhang Wuji felt a sharp pain in his wrist bone, his arm went limp and weak, the long sword fell to the ground, and his entire body was sent flipping backward...

Clutching his aching shoulder, Zhang Zhang Wuji coughed up a large mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.

Mei Mei Qiqing looked triumphant. "Zhang Zhang Wuji, do you still intend to oppose my Demonic Sect now?"

Beside her, Qishan also acted somewhat arrogantly. "Back then, your parents were the same way, and in the end, didn't they still have to surrender?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhang Wuji, who had previously shown little reaction, was instantly enraged. "You know who my parents are? Were they killed by you!"

Yin Tianzheng had said that his parents had met with misfortune on Mount Mount Wudang.

But he had never told him exactly who had killed them.

And now, these people from the Demonic Sect before him were speaking of his parents' affairs—could it be that his parents were truly killed by them?

Mei Mei Qiqing said indifferently, "Of course they were killed by us. However, at that time, we still considered that they were your maternal grandfather and grandmother, so we spared their lives."

Zhang Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling. "You killed my parents; I will kill you to avenge them!"

"You're courting death!" A cold glint flashed in Mei Mei Qiqing's eyes as she shouted sharply, "Everyone, kill him!"

Suddenly, the members of the Demonic Sect launched an even fiercer assault on Zhang Zhang Wuji and Yin Tianzheng.

A thick, bloody stench permeated the area for ten miles around.

Both Yin Tianzheng and Zhang Zhang Wuji were already injured, and their situation was precarious.

"Zhang Wuji, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on much longer." A trace of worry appeared on Yin Tianzheng's face as he said, "Zhang Wuji, let's give up the resistance. If you don't die, your parents will have peace in the afterlife and won't have died in vain."

"Grandfather, I cannot leave!" Zhang Zhang Wuji shook his head firmly. "I am the Young Master of the Bright Cult; I cannot abandon the people of the Bright Cult and flee alone."

Yin Tianzheng said, "Zhang Wuji, don't be foolish. As long as the green hills remain, there's no need to worry about firewood. As long as you are alive, there will one day be a chance to revive the Bright Cult. Why bother fighting them to the death?"

Zhang Zhang Wuji said, "Grandfather, I understand your good intentions, but I cannot just abandon it like this."

Yin Tianzheng sighed. "Sigh, Zhang Wuji, you are obsessed. Very well, since that is the case, then let us live and die together."

As he spoke, Yin Tianzheng suddenly threw the long sword in his hand toward a member of the Demonic Sect.

The Demonic Sect members were caught off guard and scrambled to dodge the sword.

Taking this opportunity, Yin Tianzheng grabbed Zhang Zhang Wuji and rushed out, fleeing into the distance.

"Pursue!" Mei Mei Qiqing shouted sharply.

The Demonic Sect members leaped into the air one after another, following closely behind them in hot pursuit.

Zhang Zhang Wuji and Yin Tianzheng used every ounce of their strength to sprint, finally shaking off their pursuers and escaping into a forest, temporarily evading the Demonic Sect's hunt.

Yin Tianzheng let out a sigh of relief, panting incessantly, his chest heaving violently.

Yin Tianzheng's face was pale, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth; he had clearly suffered severe internal injuries and had exhausted his physical strength.

He leaned against a nearby tree trunk, sat down slowly, and took out a pill from his robes to consume, recovering a little bit of strength.

Zhang Zhang Wuji stood on a large tree, looking around, his brows furrowed as he muttered in a low voice, "Why is it so quiet?"

They were already very close to the Bright Cult, yet apart from the two of them, let alone other Demonic Sect members, there wasn't even the sound of birds or insects.

"Grandfather, let's leave here quickly," Zhang Zhang Wuji said.

Yin Tianzheng nodded.

Zhang Zhang Wuji hoisted Yin Tianzheng onto his back, tapped his toes, and jumped onto the treetops.

Just as he intended to use his light-body technique to leave, a sudden change occurred.

A group of men in black suddenly burst out from the dense forest.

"White-Browed Eagle King, Zhang Zhang Wuji, where do you think you're running?"

"Today is the day you die."

The expressions of Zhang Zhang Wuji and Yin Tianzheng changed in unison.

The leader was none other than Mei Mei Qiqing of the Demonic Sect, along with several Dharma Kings and five or six other Demonic Sect experts.

Zhang Zhang Wuji's heart sank; he knew things were looking bad.

Looking at the surrounding Demonic Sect members, the gazes of Yin Tianzheng and Zhang Zhang Wuji turned extremely gloomy, filled with resentment and towering hatred.

Yin Tianzheng clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "Mei Mei Qiqing, you actually dared to come. Do you really want to perish together with my Bright Cult?"

"Hmph, do you think we are afraid of your Bright Cult?" Mei Mei Qiqing sneered with disdain.

Yin Tianzheng's expression grew colder. "Mei Mei Qiqing, back then you killed Xiaoxue, and I did not blame you. Today you want to take my life again—do you really think I, Yin, am made of clay and can be kneaded by you at will?"

Mei Mei Qiqing laughed with disdain and mocked, "Yin Tianzheng, you're at death's door, yet you still dare to talk big!"

Zhang Zhang Wuji stared coldly at Mei Mei Qiqing. "Evil woman, you wreak havoc on the Wu Lin and slaughter the innocent; you are utterly devoid of conscience. Today, I must act on behalf of heaven."

Upon hearing this, Mei Mei Qiqing flew into a rage.

Yin Tianzheng said coldly, "Zhang Wuji, don't waste your breath on her. Let's move."

Zhang Zhang Wuji nodded, and the two fought side by side.

Although Yin Tianzheng was old and frail, he had been a peerless expert after all. Combined with Zhang Zhang Wuji, they managed to stall this group of Demonic Sect experts for a short time.

But this certainly wasn't a long-term solution.

Yin Tianzheng said, "Zhang Wuji, you go first. I will cover your retreat."

Zhang Zhang Wuji shook his head. "We must both live; otherwise, how can my parents' spirits in heaven rest in peace!"

"Nonsense!" Yin Tianzheng shouted. "Have you forgotten why your parents died so miserably?"

Zhang Zhang Wuji clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "I don't care. I have never done anything bad in my life, but I have always been haunted by my parents' deaths, so I cannot just give up."

"You bastard!" Yin Tianzheng roared.

At this moment, a Demonic Sect expert suddenly rushed up and thrust a sword toward Yin Tianzheng.

Yin Tianzheng hurriedly swung his blade to parry, feeling his tiger's mouth go numb, and nearly lost his grip on his long sword.

He was terrified; this Demonic Sect member's martial arts seemed even better than they were back then.

Yin Tianzheng retreated seven steps in a row, nearly falling over.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhang Wuji didn't hesitate to pounce forward to share the pressure for Yin Tianzheng.

Yin Tianzheng was quick-witted and hurriedly reached out to support Zhang Zhang Wuji, stopping his momentum.

"Grandfather, you..." Zhang Zhang Wuji said in surprise.

"Zhang Wuji, hurry and go, don't worry about me," Yin Tianzheng said anxiously.

"If I leave, who will protect you?" Zhang Zhang Wuji shook his head.

"I will hold them off; you go first," Yin Tianzheng pushed him.

Zhang Zhang Wuji refused; he didn't want to leave Yin Tianzheng behind. At such a critical moment, he had to stay with him.

Yin Tianzheng paced around in a panic, but he couldn't do anything about Zhang Zhang Wuji, his head covered in sweat.

Mei Mei Qiqing smiled coldly. "Yin Tianzheng, there's no need to struggle. You won't have a chance to escape. Today, you two, grandfather and grandson, are destined to fall at the hands of our Demonic Sect."

Yin Tianzheng said, "Mei Mei Qiqing, your Demonic Sect commits so many evils; you will eventually face divine retribution."

Mei Mei Qiqing laughed heartily, her body shaking with mirth. "Divine retribution? Even if I die, I will drag your whole family down with me as cushions!"

But Mei Mei Qiqing was too arrogant; just a moment of distraction led to her being wounded by Zhang Zhang Wuji's sword.

Mei Mei Qiqing's face turned fierce. She drew her long sword and slashed out, forcing Zhang Zhang Wuji back.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said coldly, "Zhang Zhang Wuji, you really are a martial arts prodigy. In just half a year, you've mastered the 'Nine Yang Divine Art'."

After speaking, she suddenly leaped up and flew to Zhang Zhang Wuji's side.

Yin Tianzheng was scared out of his wits and immediately pulled back to flee.

Mei Mei Qiqing watched him scramble away and mocked, "Yin Tianzheng, why is your speed so slow? Today, don't even think about leaving alive."

As soon as she finished speaking, she swept her sword horizontally, forcing Zhang Zhang Wuji away, and then flashed toward Yin Tianzheng.

Yin Tianzheng was shocked and hurriedly brandished his precious sword to block.

Yin Tianzheng's sword collided with Mei Mei Qiqing's sharp blade, emitting a crisp sound. Then, a massive force surged over, causing Yin Tianzheng to stumble back several steps and fall to the ground on his backside.