Chapter 64

One of the four great guards of the Dali Imperial Palace, Zhu Danchen, whose weapon was a judge's pen and whose nickname was 'Pen and Ink Scholar,' seeing Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yu standing there somewhat woodenly, immediately shouted loudly:

"Absurd! Demon Monk, stop talking nonsense here and disturbing people's hearing."

The heroes heard another secret, but their faces didn't show much surprise; it was truly because one bizarre thing after another was happening before their eyes, and for a moment, they had become somewhat accustomed to it.

The young monk's gaze turned to Murong Bo:

"Old bastard, you don't want to drag the monk to death, do you? Then you have a long wait."

Although his tone was flat, it gave people a sense of arrogance:

"The monk's bones are not good, and my aptitude for martial arts is mediocre. Fortunately, my comprehension is excellent. I only need to look at any martial art in the world to know the method of exerting force, and then I create my own martial arts."

"At the age of twenty-two, my internal energy reached a realm that was unprecedented and would be unmatched, shaking the past and present."

"It's just two hands and one foot broken; do you really think the monk's internal energy was practiced in vain?"

"If you don't make a move again, I'm afraid that by the time you die of old age, I will still be able to jump around and recite the Rebirth Sutra at your grave, and by the way, pry open your coffin lid and scatter your ashes."

Once these words were spoken, before Murong Bo could react, the watching heroes couldn't help but curse in their hearts:

"What a poisonous and evil Demon Monk!"

In an instant, Murong Bo leaped up and appeared in front of the four sisters bound by vines.

"Very good. The old bastard, in order to avenge his beloved son's blood feud, is finally going to throw away all his face."

The young monk's mind moved slightly, and the vines binding the four sisters retreated, coming behind him.

Then, like flowing water, the Zhouliu Wind Force scattered. As the wind force continued to guide, white butterflies flew out from Jujian's sleeves.

Those around looked closely and saw that these were folded from snow-white hard paper, extremely exquisite; at first glance, they looked lifelike.

The paper butterflies in Jujian's wide sleeves seemed endless, and they roared out, causing gusts of wind.

Murong Bo, who wanted to attack again, felt his alarm bells ringing. He stopped his flight in the strong wind and fiercely used a 'thousand-pound drop,' landing on the ground halfway.

But he saw thousands of paper butterflies, accompanied by the strong wind, surging toward Murong Bo.

Thousands of paper butterflies, aided by the wind, drifted like flying, and were driven by a powerful force, becoming incredibly sharp, no less than knives, swords, or hidden weapons.

Murong Bo saw this, and as he raised his hands and drifted, it looked unremarkable, but the strictness and elegance of his defense were truly perfect, blocking all the paper butterflies outside his body.

However, fullness cannot last long, and after all, he was old and not as good as when he was young. Not long after, gaps appeared in his defense, and two wounds immediately appeared on his back, with blood gushing out like a spring.

This was a bit like pulling one hair and moving the whole body. In seven or eight breaths, Murong Bo's gray clothes turned into tattered bloody clothes.

Thousands of flying butterflies suddenly paused, revealing a gap. Murong Bo didn't have time to think, feeling this was his only chance to save himself. He leaped across, and just as he felt he was about to escape the encirclement of the butterflies, a wooden object smashed over.

He instinctively used his most proficient 'Universe Shift,' but he didn't expect that as soon as he touched it, the wooden object exploded with a sound like a thunderbolt.

"Boom!"

The gray-clad old monk was instantly blown to pieces, dead beyond death.

"Very good, the father and son died in the same way!" the monk said with a happy expression.

The heroes watching from all sides were stunned when the paper butterflies came like a wild wind, blocking the sky and the sun, cutting off the smoke and clouds.

They gathered like a grand formation and scattered like snow and sleet. Before many people could react, they felt a pain in their arms, and looking down, they realized they had been cut by the paper butterflies, with blood splashing and staining their clothes.

Unknowingly, vines full of thorns like spirit snakes were also killing these nearly two thousand people.

Suddenly, the field was filled with screams and curses. Every moment, people were having their throats slit by paper butterflies or being poisoned by vine thorns, gradually turning into human hedgehogs.

As more and more people died, the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive, causing a sense of despair—with no way to Heaven and no door to the Earth—to gradually spread.

"Grand-uncle, are we just going to watch Xu Zhu start a massacre on Mount Shaoshi?" a monk of the 'Xu' generation couldn't help but speak.

Xuanji sighed deeply:

"Do you think we aren't attacking him because we don't want to?"

Another monk of the 'Xu' generation heard this and asked suspiciously:

"Can't our Arhat Array of five hundred people subdue him?"

"Sigh, the thousand disciples of the Xingxiu Sect and these nearly two thousand Jianghu experts—can't they make you see clearly?"

Xuanji put his hands together and said in a low voice:

"Our temple has produced such a peerless demon, and we cannot eliminate this great evil for the martial arts world. From now on, I'm afraid Shaolin will no longer be the leader of the righteous path in the Jianghu."

At the same time, a bloody swordsman shouted:

"Capture the thief, capture the king! Don't worry about the paper butterflies in the sky or the vines on the ground; dealing with that Demon Monk is the only way to be saved!"

His shout was immediately echoed by everyone on the field, and they rushed toward the young monk one after another.

Xiao Yuanshan and his son temporarily cleared away the paper butterflies and vines around them and joined Duan Yu, who was protecting Wang Yuyan.

"Brother, given the temperament the Demon Monk has shown, if he doesn't kill us all, or if he still has a breath left, he will definitely not let it go." Duan Yu said with an indescribable expression.

Xiao Yuanshan said first:

"This Demon Monk can even be ruthless enough to kill his own parents; to him, who in the world cannot be killed?"

"That is indeed the case. I'm afraid he made up his mind to die from the beginning; otherwise, he wouldn't have spoken of seeking death first, then cut off his own limbs, and then killed his own parents."

Xiao Feng shook his head, as if he felt how there could be such a bizarre Demon Monk in the world, and said decisively:

"Since it has reached the point of life and death, there is no room for any mercy."

"Furthermore, since he is an enemy of the world, we will accompany him."

"Good, today my little brother will fight side by side with you, Brother." Duan Yu nodded heavily.

"Hahaha, it's time for us father and son to join forces." Xiao Yuanshan laughed heroically.

"Then let's attack together." Xiao Feng said heroically.

Duan Yu looked at Wang Yuyan without a word, and she returned a reassuring look, then looked deeply at the young monk in the distance, who was constantly blocking the heroes' attacks with paper butterflies and vines.

Immediately, Xiao Yuanshan leaped like a ghost, rushing forward. Xiao Feng took a big step, covering a zhang, his body leaping into the air, and took another big step, approaching the young monk faster than his father.

Duan Yu's footwork was ethereal, and with a speed that seemed slow but was actually fast, he leaped in front of Xiao Feng. All three arrived before the young monk faster than the Jianghu people around them.

Duan Yu's 'Six Meridian Divine Sword' fired naturally, with several "chi-chi" sounds, sword energy crisscrossing and striking directly at the major acupoints of the young monk's body.

"Interesting. The monks of Tianlong Temple are truly obsessed, actually passing the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword' to you."

As Zhuang Buran spoke, paper butterflies containing the Zhouliu Wind Force blocked the sword energy one after another.

Xiao Feng then stepped forward, raising his hand to strike a 'Dragon Regrets its Pride.' The palm force was fierce and powerful, like thunder, making others feel it was impossible to block.

Zhuang Buran's internal energy shook, revealing a faint gray energy. A heavy fist momentum burst out, its intent carrying the erosion of the heart and the burning of the spirit, making people feel like they were falling into hell, suffering unbearable pain.

Not only Xiao Feng and Duan Yu, but even Xiao Yuanshan, who arrived last, felt the rising fist momentum layer upon layer, as if carrying the evil of a turbid world, which could be called a surging wave, swallowing everything.

As the fist energy approached, they felt multiple forces—fierce, soft, and bizarre—causing the three to attack repeatedly, just to dissipate the vast fist momentum that kept surging.

They held each other off for at least two or three hundred rounds, but the fields that were full of people before were now sparse, with most having fallen and turned into corpses.

The very few who hadn't fallen were mostly covered in wounds, only able to watch Xiao Feng and the others fight the Demon Monk, who simply didn't seem human.

"Hehe, so the world-renowned Xiao Feng is nothing more than this, and Xiao Yuanshan, who fought many experts thirty years ago, no longer has the strength he once had."

Zhuang Buran's energy overflowed, and the vines and paper butterflies also circled and danced, resisting Xiao Feng and the others.

"What surprises the monk most is Donor Duan. Why do I always feel that you don't look like someone with several hundred years of internal energy?"

At this moment, a beautiful figure suddenly leaped over, and Meijian behind her immediately shouted:

"Master, be careful!"

Just as she was about to intercept with her body, a vine pulled Meijian and the other three sisters aside.

With a "puchi" sound, a slender, blood-stained hand pierced through the young monk's chest.

Then came a burst of crazy and hearty laughter.

"Hahaha, I finally waited for it! Cousin, I have avenged you!"

(End of chapter)