Chapter 255

Facing Hong Zun's loud shout, Monk Jueyuan's face darkened, and he turned his head to look.

"Hong Zun, what do you mean? I'm talking to the Lady Master, what's it to you?"

The Dao Yi Sect is the number one sect in Dongzhou, but the Fomen aren't afraid of these.

In terms of strength, Putuo Temple is certainly no match for the Dao Yi Sect, but would the Dao Yi Sect really dare to act against Putuo Temple?

Not to mention anything else, just the followers of Putuo Temple would absolutely not allow the Dao Yi Sect to do that.

Although those ordinary people are like ants before the Dao Yi Sect, easily wiped out, the Dao Yi Sect's nature absolutely makes it impossible to massacre ordinary humans.

With these fervent followers blocking the front, Putuo Temple doesn't fear the Dao Yi Sect daring to act at all.

This is also why, when the Fomen first spread their teachings in Dongzhou, the various sects did not stop them.

It's entirely because the Fomen developed their followers too quickly; by the time the various immortal sects reacted, it was already too late.

Moreover, each of those followers is fanatically fervent, truly daring to die for the Fomen, shouting things like "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

As for the Fomen's strong ones, they just hide behind these ordinary people.

In the end, the various immortal sects led by the Dao Yi Sect could only think of ways to limit the Fomen's development, but they couldn't completely eradicate the Fomen's power.

Facing Monk Jueyuan's dissatisfaction, Hong Zun narrowed his eyes.

I find you bald donkey unpleasant, can't I? You're a monk, yet you come up and just feel bones—what about your Buddhist precepts? What the heck, have you fed them to the dogs' stomachs?

I was noticing that the Juéqíng Shītài's hall had turned dark; I was giving a friendly reminder—don't spout blood and slander people.

A friendly reminder? They said the hall turned dark, not their chest—why are you feeling bones?

I was doing that to get a more accurate look.

Bullshit, I'm telling you this: today, with me Hong Zun here, don't even talk about feeling bones—try moving a single hair of the Juéqíng Shītài.

Can Hong Zun make his brother and sister-in-law suffer a loss?

Just then, the Juéqíng Shītài heard this and was stunned—'Do I even have hair?'

Facing Hong Zun's aggressive pressure, Monk Juéyuǎn's eyes also flared with anger; the two already had a grudge.

Before, due to some matters, they had even exchanged blows once, with Hong Zun having a slight edge.

Now, with new and old grievances, Monk Juéyuǎn couldn't help but roar.

"Hong Zun, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"What, want to fight? I'll accompany you anytime."

"Too bullying."

In the midst of their angry shouting, the two shot up into the sky, arriving directly above the Huánggōng, and a terrifying aura of Shèngjìng level shot up into the heavens.

However, to avoid affecting the commoners of the imperial capital below, Hong Zun deliberately raised his altitude.

Sword qi swirled around his body, while on the other side, behind Juéyuǎn, a huge golden-light Buddha image appeared.

"Hong Zun, you have insulted me repeatedly; today I will no longer tolerate you."

"Blah blah."

He curled his lip, said that, and immediately thrust a sword straight at Juéyuǎn.

Facing Hong Zun's attack, Juéyuǎn dared not be careless; knowing Hong Zun's strength, he realized this guy could be said to be among the strongest in the Shèngjìng realm.

He clasped his hands together; Buddhist light burst forth, countless golden rays enveloping Monk Juéyuǎn.

The sword tip slammed hard into the Buddhist light; the two canceled each other out, and immediately they were locked in fierce combat.

The terrifying aftershocks of the battle instantly exploded throughout the entire imperial capital below.

Inside the Huánggōng, Emperor Qian Kun, along with the other palace strongmen, dully lifted their heads to look toward the horizon, vaguely able to see the two engaged in battle.

"Your Majesty, this...................."

A commander of the forbidden troops looked at Qian Kun with trepidation; in response, Qian Kun said nothing—if anyone else in the capital had acted so recklessly, he would surely have ordered their arrest without a word.

But now the two combatants are both Shèngjìng powerhouses—what could he do?

Moreover, at the Dao Yi Sect's station, many disciples likewise felt the aftershocks of the two's battle.

They all looked up, and Xu Jie, with a strange expression, said.

"Master, weren't you supposed to go find the Shītài? Why did you suddenly start fighting someone?"

"Who is that person?"

Wang Yao asked, and Zhao Zhengping beside her answered.

"The head monk Juéyuǎn of Putuo Temple."

"That bunch of bald donkeys?"

"How could Master end up fighting him?"

As the disciples discussed, they saw several figures swiftly approaching the battlefield, all bald-headed bald donkeys.

They were all monks from Putuo Temple, who had come to the capital together with Juéyuǎn.

It turned out that because Juéyuǎn was no match for Hong Zun—having not clashed in decades—he discovered that this old thing's strength had increased to a terrifying degree.

He could already barely feel that he was about to touch that threshold.

Although the two had originally been roughly equal in strength, this time, facing Hong Zun, Juéyuǎn found the pressure immense.

Yet the more this happened, the more unwilling he felt; last time he suffered a dark loss at Hong Zun's hands—would he have to repeat the same mistake this time?

No, absolutely not—so Juéyuǎn summoned several strong Putuo Temple cultivators who had come with him.

All five were at the Tianren realm; seeing them arrive, without waiting for them to speak, Juéyuǎn let out a loud shout.

"Demonic-subduing formation, follow me to take down this old thing."

Hearing this, the five didn't hesitate, immediately cooperating with Juéyuǎn to set up the Demonic-subduing formation and jointly attack Hong Zun.

The Demonic-subduing formation is not a Formation but a battle array—cultivators coordinating with each other through a special connection, producing a special reaction.

The function of a battle array is to enhance the combined combat power of multiple people working together; some powerful battle arrays can even increase it severalfold.

And the Demon-Subduing Formation is one of the famous battle formations of Putuo Temple.

With the support of the formation, for a moment, Jueyuan's pressure greatly decreased, and he even launched a counterattack.

Meanwhile, the many disciples of the Dao Yi Sect below, seeing this scene, couldn't help but curse.

"Bullying the few with the many, despicable."

"He's no match for the Shīzūn, yet he dares to form a battle formation."

Hearing the crowd's angry scolding, Ye Zhangqing beside them softly said a sentence.

"I say, should we now step in to help?"

Our Peak Master got beaten by the crowd, and we, over twenty thousand people, just stand here watching?

Following Ye Zhangqing's words, the crowd finally reacted; the multitude of Divine Sword Peak and Jade Maiden Peak Elders instantly shot up into the sky, and Zhāng Tiānzhèn, Bai Hua Xianzi, and Qing Shi were even the first to bear the brunt.

"Hong Zun, today I will surely make you remember this well."

"Heh, more people?"

Although trapped in the Demon-Subduing Formation, Hong Zun had no worry at all; more people? That's exactly what he fears least.

But Jueyuan didn't know these things; hearing Hong Zun's words, Jueyuan gave a cold smile.

"Madman, today I will let you know the might of the Fomen..........."

Saying that, Jueyuan raised his hand to strike with a palm, but before the palm print could fall, a huge hook suddenly latched onto his body, and with a swoosh, Jueyuan vanished from the spot.

"Bold, who dares to sneak attack this old monk............"

While flying backward, Jueyuan loudly shouted in anger, this sudden hook truly made him furious.

He turned his head in anger, but at a glance, that old monk instantly withered—damn it, Zhang Tianzhang, Bai Hua Xianzi, Qing Shi, fuck, how could they be here?