Chapter - 215 Cold Edge of the Flying Heaven-relying Longsword (11) (2/2)

Miejue Shitai's long eyebrows drooped down. With a cold laugh she said, ”Do you know what my Buddhist title is?”

”Qianbei's honorable title consists of the character 'Mie' [extinguish or overthrow (a regime)] at the top and 'Jue' [extinct or vanish, completely] at the bottom,” Zhang Wuji replied.

”It's good that you know it,” Miejue Shitai said, ”Demons and heretical disciples, I must 'extinguish' and 'cut short'; I simply cannot show mercy. Do you think the two characters 'Miejue' [wipe out/destroy] is an empty name?”

”That being the case,” Zhang Wuji said, ”Qianbei may send out your third palm strike.”

Miejue Shitai cast him a sidelong glance. She had never seen a more tenacious youth in her entire life. She was usually cold-hearted, but this time she started to feel affection toward this talented young man. She thought, ”Once my third palm strike is launched, he would definitely die. Since he is not a master of the demonical way, it would be a pity if he loses his life in such a young age!” After hesitating for a moment, she made up her mind. The third palm strike would hit the vital acupoint above his 'dantian', she would transmit her internal energy to shake his 'dantian' to stop his breathing so that he would faint instantly. After executing the Rui Jin Flag demons, she would help awoken him.

Brushing her left sleeve, she was about to launch the third palm strike when suddenly she heard someone called out, ”Miejue Shitai, hold your palm!”

These words were spoken with a shrill voice, as sharp as a needle piercing everybody's ears; it was extremely uncomfortable. They saw from the northwest corner came a man wearing white robe, waving a folding fan in his hand, walking through the crowd. His feet did not raise the sand at all; it was as if he was floating over the water. The left lapel of this man's white robe was embroidered with a tiny black eagle with its wings spread out like it was soaring in the sky.

As soon as they saw him, everybody knew this man must be a master of the Heavenly Eagle Cult. Turned out the uniform of the Heavenly Eagle Cult was similar to the Ming Cult's uniform, which was white robe. Only the Ming Cult's uniform was embroidered with a red flame, while the Heavenly Eagle Cult's uniform was embroidered with a black eagle.

The man walked to within three 'zhang' from Miejue Shitai. He cupped his fists and said with a laugh, ”Shitai, please, this third palm strike, how about I take it instead?”

”Who are you?” Miejue Shitai asked.

The man replied, ”Zaixia surnamed Yin, and is called Yewang.”

Once the name 'Yin Yewang' was uttered, a commotion broke among the people. Yin Yewang's reputation was indeed resounding loud and clear throughout the Jianghu for the last twenty years. A lot of Wulin people said that his martial art skill was very high; as a matter of fact, it did not differ too far from his father, the Bai Mei Ying Wang, Yin Tianzheng. He was the 'tang zhu' [hall leader] of the Heavenly Eagle Cult's 'tian wei tang' [Heaven's Secret Hall]; his authority was second only to the Cult Leader.

Miejue Shitai estimated this man was no more than forty some years of age, but his pair of eyes was like a cold lightning sweeping everybody around, his manner was imposing and intimidating. Truly he was not someone to be trifled with, especially since she had heard quite a bit about his reputation. Therefore, with a cold voice she said, ”What is this kid to you that you want to take my palm strike on his behalf?”