Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 583 - 211: Cross! (7000-word mega - )_3

Yet, among the group of Taoists, he caught sight of a lady in white. With a temper as frigid as her beauty was stunning, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

Could there actually be such a beautiful female Taoist in Jade Ruin Temple?

The next instant.

A fiercely cold Sword Qi, chilling to the bone, instantly sliced across hundreds of steps of distance. Yue Hongzhe's heart almost stopped on the spot, and relying on the combat instinct he had honed over many years, he violently leaped to the side, narrowly evading the attack.

Swiftly rolling back onto his feet, knife in hand, he saw that the very same white-clad lady from before had been frozen to death.

A woman with a temperament as serene and cold as jade stood sword in hand, occupying the spot where he had been moments before.

Within a ten-yard radius.

The chill of Heaven and Earth was all-encompassing.

With a light snap,

Yuchi Jie made another move on the chessboard, drastically changing the situation. His black stones now seemed to encircle like a group of lurking dragons, causing Liu Qizheng's brow to furrow deeply.

After long contemplation, he finally placed a stone and couldn't help but exclaim,

"Young Master Yuchi sure has some impressive skills."

Yuchi Jie just laughed and said,

"It's nothing but luck."

"The senior has the real talent."

As his chess piece fell, the formation of dragons became even more discernible, revitalizing what was once a stagnant situation. Now there was a sign that it might even engulf the white stones.

Liu Qizheng's expression grew even more solemn.

Yet, Yuchi Jie remained utterly composed, his robe flowing freely, his face as refined as jade, his demeanor extraordinary.

Sword Qi biting cold.

Yue Hongzhe trembled inside, but at that moment he saw several figures charging out from among the group of Taoists; there were blue-clad swordsmen, white-haired elders, and that silent middle-aged man who had managed a draw with him.

Each martial artist wielded a weapon, their momentum blending with Heaven and Earth as they fought fiercely against the Red Cliff Sect, their onslaught as overwhelming as cleaving waves. The Red Cliff Sect's formation was quickly shattered.

Yue Hongzhe's face suddenly changed.

The first thought in his mind was what Yuchi Jie had said earlier: Jade Ruin Temple was supposed to be in league with Baiyang Sword Sect and the Sky Feather Palace. But how could these three easily produce so many experts?

He lied to me!

Yue Hongzhe's expression shifted.

Gong Yu was already approaching him, sword in hand.

With every step, lotuses bloomed.

Snowflakes began to flutter around them, filling the air with a deathly chill.

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"Yan Mountain's snowflakes are as large as mats, carried in gusts across Xuanyuan Platform!"

Yue Hongzhe gripped his knife, his palms already sweaty. He was uncertain if he should fight; unsure how much of a chance his usually trusted blade had, when suddenly he heard the sound of weapons clashing.

Looking up, he saw dust billowing from both sides, swords clashing without end. Countless troops charged toward their location at breakneck speed. His heart skipped a beat, and he unexpectedly recalled what Yuchi Jie had said today.

One from the east, one from the west... Jade Ruin Temple descended and surrounded Red Cliff Sect for the kill.

The young man had spoken these words with such a carefree look, yet recalling them now sent an involuntary chill through his heart.

With his last defenses broken, Yue Hongzhe lost all combat will. His knife flared with several cold flashes, slashing towards Gong Yu who deflected the blows with the flick of her wrist. His seemingly peculiar knife technique could not break through Gong Yu's swordsmanship, at least not for a moment.

Yue Hongzhe took this opportunity to tumble down the mountain path, quickly putting distance between them. The rugged terrain made pursuit difficult.

Gong Yu stood serene and cold as jade, her expression unchanged even as Yue Hongzhe retreated. A slight vibration of her wrist and her sword sang a clear tune, growing intensely colder.

The knife flashes that seemed so hard to thwart were shattered in the blink of an eye.

She sheathed her sword with ease.

The three rays of cold light that had charged towards the luxurious carriage had now, as per her strategy, forced Yue Hongzhe to retreat. Meanwhile, Elder Bai, equally ranked in the Sixth Rank and facing Wang Anfeng, Lao Lu, and Taishu Jian, was slain within thirty breaths by Lao Lu's broken blade piercing his heart.

Lao Lu remained as silent as a rock, yanked his broken blade out, then abruptly rose and fiercely cut towards the graceful woman's neck.

With two experts dead and one fled, the Red Cliff Sect fell into chaos, yet the Taoists from Jade Ruin Temple did not pursue, allowing the common disciples to scatter and flee.

Qing Yun and Qing Yan, one from the east and one from the west, rode the famous horses Yuchi Jie had earlier bought with silver coins below the city. Swords were tied with ropes to the horses and dragged on the ground. When they ran, the swords buzzed and sang.

The sound was clear yet seemed almost a waste of good weapons. The commotion that startled Yue Hongzhe away had been their doing.

Qing Yun pulled back his horse, watching the Red Cliff Sect disciples flee in disarray, murmuring,

"Why not take the chance to wipe them out..."

"Really don't understand."

His master Xu Shengzi rebuked,

"Foolish child, hold your tongue."

Qing Yun grumbled a few words but truly said no more. Xu Shengzi watched the direction of the Red Cliff Sect's retreat, sighed, and sheathed his sword.

Without a fight, Yue Hongzhe fled, and a Sect Elder died because of it.

Coupled with the disciples scattering,

Red Cliff Sect, already rife with internal factions and stabilized only through external conquest, would surely face internal suspicion post-battle. Yue Hongzhe would no longer be as loyal as before, signaling a troublesome autumn ahead for Red Cliff Sect. They would no longer be as powerful as they were.

From their zenith to the edge of collapse, it took but a single day, and yet Jade Ruin Temple, far less powerful than the allied three families, hadn't lost a thing.

Xu Shengzi was astounded.

With a snap, a white piece was placed on the chessboard.

Liu Qizheng's brow was tightly furrowed, his face rigid with concentration. In the beginning, because Yuchi Jie had made a careless move, Liu was placing his pieces quickly. But as the game went on, he slowed down considerably, now taking a long time to contemplate before each move.