"Humph!" Cheng Kun grunted, his expression extremely ugly.
He had just been hit by the Green-Winged Bat King's Icy Cold Palm, and his injuries were not light. Now that he had received Jiang Han's punch, his injuries had worsened. Currently, he had less than a hundred percent of his strength left.
The terrifying force of the Seven Injuries Fist traveled along his fingers and instantly spread throughout his entire body. His body trembled like a sieve, and crackling sounds could be heard like fried beans. His heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were all seriously injured.
Cheng Kun was also a decisive person. Seeing that the situation was not good, he wanted to escape and save his life. He immediately turned around and forcefully gathered his inner strength to escape.
Naturally, Jiang Han would not let go of this rare opportunity to make Cheng Kun stay. He shouted angrily,"Cheng Kun, how can you come and go as you please at Light Summit? You'd better stay here!"
As he spoke, he leaped out and chased after her.
The higher-ups of the Ming Cult in the hall were a little stunned and looked at each other.
Many people were confused.
Where did this heroic youth come from? He could actually force the Primal Chaos Thunderbolt Hand Cheng Kun into such a state?
Moreover, from the meaning of the heroic youth's words just now, he seemed to be from the Ming Cult!
However, when did Ming Cult produce such a young expert? How could they not know anything about it?
In the end, one of the Banner Envoys said uncertainly,""Left Emissary Yang, why does that heroic young man who suddenly appeared look so much like Jiang Han?”
The arena was first silent when his voice sounded, before it immediately turned into an uproar!
Cult Master Yang had an adopted son, and many people in Ming Cult had long heard of him.
However, most of the high-level figures of the Ming Cult present were not on the Light Summit. They were on missions outside and did not return all year round. Therefore, many of them were not familiar with Jiang Han's appearance.
"Didn't they say that Jiang Han was poisoned and couldn't cultivate?”Someone asked hesitantly.
"That's right. Hu Qingniu even said that he doesn't have long to live. Not to mention martial arts, even strenuous exercise will damage his lifespan.”
"Are you kidding me? Our Ming Cult has been established for hundreds of years, but we have never seen such a monstrous figure! With a young body, he could actually cultivate his strength to such a profound level!”
"Alright, alright, stop arguing!"
The two immortals held their wooden crutches and tapped the ground heavily, signaling everyone to calm down. They looked at Yang Xiao and said: "Left Emissary Yang, for the past ten years, it has been you who has been nourishing Jiang Han's body. It's fine if others admit their mistake, but you won't.
Was that heroic youth really Cult Master Yang's foster son?”
When the two immortals left Light Summit, Jiang Han was still in his swaddling clothes. After more than ten years, no matter how good their eyesight was, they could not recognize Jiang Han.
However, Yang Xiao had nourished Jiang Han's body for more than ten years. Every full moon, he would transfer his true qi to Jiang Han to extend his life. It could be said that he was extremely familiar with it, so he should be able to distinguish the real from the fake.
Speaking of which, if it wasn't for Yang Dingtian's teachings, Yang Xiao would have transferred his true qi to Jiang Han every full moon night. Even if he didn't break through to the Grandmaster Realm, he would at least be at the peak of Xiantian ninth stage. He wouldn't have only broken through to Xiantian eighth stage now.
Thinking of this, the two immortals could not help but shake their heads.
In terms of respect towards Cult Master Yang and loyalty towards Ming Cult, no one could surpass Yang Xiao.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Yang Xiao first frowned and pondered for a moment. Then, he nodded and shook his head. Finally, he sighed softly,"That person is Jiang Han without a doubt. However, I don't know how he obtained such powerful martial arts!”
In terms of familiarity with Jiang Han, no one in the Ming Cult could compare to him.
Although Yang Dingtian had brought Jiang Han back to Light Summit, Yang Xiao had been taking care of him. Even if it was his biological daughter, Yang Xiao didn't put in much effort. He was so familiar with Jiang Han that he even knew that Jiang Han was missing a strand of hair.
"So, Jiang Han secretly learned the martial arts of another sect?”Someone frowned slightly.
"It doesn't matter. In any case, the reputation of our Ming Cult has been ruined by those famous righteous sects. We don't care if we become a demonic sect that everyone hates.”Someone said indifferently.
"Otherwise." Someone had a different opinion." For Jiang Han to be accepted as Cult Master Yang's foster son, he naturally has great luck. His cultivation might have been due to luck.”
"I think it's a method left behind by Cult Master Yang. Cult Master doted on Jiang Han when he was still alive, so there's no reason for him to not leave a backup plan before he went into seclusion."
Yang Xiao and the two elders looked at each other and said tiredly,"Alright, alright, let's not bother about Jiang Han's matter. The most important thing now is that we have to discuss it quickly.”
The whispers in the hall instantly stopped.
After a while, a disciple of Houtian third stage stood out and gritted his teeth,"Reporting to the Left and Right Emissaries, the Carefree Elders, the Shakyamuni, and the hall masters, this disciple has something to say.”
"Don't worry and speak boldly!" The Green-Winged Bat King's face alternated between green and white. Its expression was extremely sinister, but its eyes were encouraging this disciple.
The disciple seemed to heave a sigh of relief and cupped his hands."Since the six great sects have already regarded our Ming Cult as the Demon Cult, we might as well go along with their wishes and use the methods of the Demon Cult to fight them! I am not talented, but I am good at concocting poison powder. If my disciples are prepared in advance and scatter poison powder when they see an enemy, it should be able to reduce the casualties of many disciples!”
Some people frowned, and some people's eyes lit up. Not long after, they began to discuss, as if Pandora's box had been opened.
" If there's no poison powder, then lime powder will do. Even if it's not good enough, pepper powder won't be bad either."
"Right, right, right. We can also set up traps along the way. I guarantee that we won't be able to live in peace.”
"Weapons can be dipped in poison. Anyway, we can't let those Chinese players have it easy.”
"How can there be so much poison?"
"Feces will do. Once it comes into contact with the wound, if it is not treated in time, once it is infected, it will still be alive.”
Without waiting for the higher-ups of the Ming Cult to express their stance, the Ming Cult disciples had already thought of all sorts of sinister tricks. They planned to throw away the " shackles " that they were wearing and become completely shameless.
Thinking about how the disciples of the righteous sects would cry like ghosts and howl like wolves, they were so excited that their faces turned red!
The higher-ups of Ming Cult looked at each other, while the disciples discussed excitedly!
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Just as the Ming Cult was discussing countermeasures, Jiang Han chased after Cheng Kun to the side door. They seemed to pass by a small hall, then through a hall, and finally entered a small courtyard and entered the west wing room.
Cheng Kun saw that Jiang Han was chasing him closely, so he raised his hand and pulled the embroidered curtain, throwing it at Jiang Han in an attempt to block his line of sight and buy time for himself.
Jiang Han entered the room and found that there was no one there, but he did not panic at all. He found the mechanism by the bed and jumped down.
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