Chapter 170: I saw the invincible fist-light

Swish!

Several hard blades were drawn neatly, and brilliant vital and true energy burst forth alongside them.

The monks of Frost Bell Temple were dumbfounded in an instant.

They never imagined that Shen Qing would actually intend to annihilate them.

Huikong shouted loudly: "Sir Shen, please wait! Let me explain..."

The Dragon-Slaying Blade in Shen Qing's hand flashed with a golden gleam; he swung, and a golden blade aura instantly swept forward.

"Explain? Go explain it to the Buddha—I'll send you on your way with a bit of kindness."

Boom! Boom! Boom! The explosion sounds rang out continuously.

The monks at the front instantly burst apart like fireworks.

Blood energy permeated the air, and their robes fluttered wildly.

Shen Qing had already reached the monks, extending a palm wrapped in a blood-colored blade aura straight toward Huikong's head, its might overwhelming; white lines traced by armor could be seen in the air.

All the monks felt their hearts tremble at this ultimate burst of power.

Huikong gritted his teeth, let out a low shout, and a faint golden light flickered over his body, accompanied by a faint dragon-elephant resonance.

He threw a punch, clashing with Shen Qing's fist; the shockwave blasted blew away several nearby monks.

Huikong himself staggered back several steps with a thud-thud-thud.

Shen Qing glanced at the apparition on Huikong's body.

"You also know the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique?"

Huikong pressed his palms together, eyes locked on Shen Qing; when he had just seen Shen Qing strike, he hadn't felt how terrifying it was, but now facing Shen Qing he realized the terror of his power—even using the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique left him at a disadvantage.

Huikong suppressed his trembling hand, feigning calm: "Not bad; I also cultivate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique."

"Lord Shen should know how strong the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique is; if you remain obstinate today..."

"Then this old monk will show no mercy; even if I risk karmic backlash, I will kill half of your followers."

Shen Qing laughed: "Does mastering the eighth layer of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique make you this confident?"

Shen Qing walked toward Huikong unhurriedly, golden light continually flickering and flowing over his body.

"Or let me teach you how the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique is truly used!"

As his words fell, dragon-elephant roars echoed across the sky of Frost Bell Temple, and a huge, brilliant golden dragon illusion roared and twisted behind Shen Qing.

Everyone present felt a fierce pressure.

Huikong's eyes widened: "A golden dragon illusion? That is the tenth layer of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique—how is this possible?"

At this moment, Huikong's feigned composure completely collapsed.

"Lord Shen! I was wrong..."

With a slap.

A slap struck Huikong's face, hurling him high into the air and cutting off his remaining words.

"Still the same words."

"You don't just know you're wrong; you know you're going to die."

Shen Qing leapt into the air and punched Huikong in the lower back, folding him double.

"You didn't realize it was wrong when you sheltered criminals, nor when you aided tyrants."

"Now that my fist is about to strike your head, do you realize you're wrong?"

"Since I've made a move, I have no intention of letting you live—I'll use your bald gourd head to tell those sects that sheltering criminals means death!"

As he spoke, Shen Qing's hand had already seized Huikong's mouth, and his whole body began to plummet rapidly.

Huikong struggled desperately, but to no avail; he was utterly panicked.

"Lord Shen, give me a chance—Frost Bell Temple is willing to serve you; we're ready to give you all our money..."

A smile curled Shen Qing's lips: "A chance? I already gave you one at the start—you just didn't seize it!"

A great regret flooded Huikong's eyes—"Indeed, Shen Qing was about to leave from the beginning."

"Why did I insist on speaking for a murderer?"

Bang!!!

A huge sound rang out; Huikong, gripped by Shen Qing, was slammed hard into the mountain, causing the entire Frost Bell Mountain to tremble.

Crack! Crack! Crack! The sounds continued.

All that could be seen was the peak of Frost Bell Mountain slowly splitting into two halves.

Shen Qing rose to his feet, a palm sweeping up a gust of wind that blew away the sky‑filled dust.

In the deep pit, Huikong had become a headless corpse.

He no longer had any chance to regret.

The monks in the temple despaired, wailing in grief: "Abbot!"

Shen Qing didn't even turn his head; a finger pointed out, releasing brilliant blade light.

The sound of flesh being cut rang out.

That monk was directly sliced into fragments by the blade light.

Blood spattered, flesh and bone flew.

Shen Qing waved his fingers: "Don't dawdle—clean every corner of Frost Bell Temple."

"I don't want to see a single living soul within half an hour."

"No surrender accepted!"

Shen Qing's powerful move greatly emboldened this group of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard that Shen Qing brought up the mountain were all elite among elites; moreover, now they were pumped up, each charging into the depths of Frost Bell Temple like demons.

Among them, the fastest and most vicious killer was Xu Changhai.

Since this information unknown to the Frost Bell Temple monks came from him, it was a major blunder in his work.

He now wants to make amends, so he no longer worries about karmic retribution, and he fixed his gaze on the Frost Bell Temple's Grand Master and Supreme Grand Master, launching into a killing spree.

Even when Ma Qing and Wang Yunshan tried to block him, he didn't stop.

Just as Ma Qing and the two were at a loss, a golden blade light swooped down, landing before Xu Changhai and blocking his way.

Shen Qing spoke calmly: "Enough, leave some merit for the lower-ranking Embroidered Uniform Guard."

"You three, come guard my Dharma."

Wang Yunshan hastily grabbed Xu Changhai: "Old Xu, stop killing—Commander Shen has issued orders; what more do you want to do?"

Shen Qing stepped onto the clearing, swept a blade light with his hand, cleared a clean spot, and sat cross-legged.

He had originally planned to leave Frost Bell Temple and then find an uninhabited place to fuse traits.

But now Frost Bell Temple will soon be empty too, which satisfies the condition.

【Martial Arts Expert (Blue) + Natural Fist Bones (Gold) =???】

Consume three trait upgrade chances.

Martial Arts Expert (Blue) upgrades to... upgrades to: Fist Dao Sage (Red).

Consume one trait upgrade chance.

Natural Fist Bones (Gold) upgrades to: Overbearing Fist Bones (Red).

Select fusion.

In an instant, heaven and earth were filled with brilliant fist intent, and golden fist shadows appeared around Shen Qing.

Gradually, the brilliant gold kept spreading, until the skies above Frost Bell Temple were blanketed in golden fist shadows.

At this moment, heaven and earth fell silent—whether it was the Embroidered Uniform Guard doing the slaughter or the Frost Bell Temple monks being slaughtered.

Even Ma Qing and the three Primordial Core realm cultivators were stunned.

Ma Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Did I see wrong? What is this?"

"Fist light! It's fist light!"

Wang Yunhai's voice spoke up.

"I saw an invincible fist light!"