Chapter 428

Her relationship with Gu Hanyuan was closer than anyone else's,

and she understood him better.

"Since that is the case, Xiao Yuanshan, Southern Southern Murong Bo, take my move."

For Gu Hanyuan,

three Grandmasters plus an Xiao Feng who grew stronger as he fought

did not put as much pressure on him as the battle against the heroes just now.

With the crushing superiority in realm and ultimate techniques,

he did not need to control his strength much,

making the fight even easier.

At the very least, in the eyes of outsiders,

Gu Hanyuan was even more heroic than before.

Gu Hanyuan unleashed his three ultimate techniques one after another:

"Cloud-Ranking Palm," "Wind God Leg," and "Heavenly Frost Fist," beating the four of them into retreat.

Xiao Yuanshan and Southern Southern Murong Bo did not feel it when they were watching from the shadows,

but now that they were truly facing him,

they truly realized how terrifying Gu Hanyuan's strength was.

No matter which of the "Seventy-Two Shaolin Ultimate Techniques" they used, it was to no avail.

Southern Southern Murong Bo faced the "Cloud-Ranking Palm,"

and his "Universe Shift" frequently backfired.

Not long after, he spat several mouthfuls of blood.

Jiumozhi's "Flame Blade" had not even been unleashed

when it was frozen and extinguished by Gu Hanyuan's "Heavenly Frost Fist."

He lacked Sikuang Xuan Cheng as a meat shield,

and had to face Gu Hanyuan's attacks head-on.

Let alone finding an opportunity to slip away,

he suffered non-trivial internal injuries after only a few moves.

Xiao Feng had not gone through the great battle at Juxian Manor,

and his strength had not reached its peak,

falling short of the other three by a major realm.

Even with the War God attribute of growing stronger as he fought, he could not withstand the crushing strength.

He was kicked out of the battle by "Vigorous Grass in the Wind,"

his blood spilling across the sky.

Xiao Yuanshan wanted to rescue Xiao Feng,

but he was unable to save himself at this moment.

The ultimate move of the "Heavenly Frost Fist," "Proud Snow Lingering Frost,"

one move with four forms, filled with cold air.

Xiao Yuanshan was instantly covered in frost,

his joints stiffening everywhere.

Seeing that he was about to be killed on the spot by Gu Hanyuan's punch to the heart,

Xiao Feng, lying on the ground spitting blood, was devastated.

Unfortunately, he was heavily injured and helpless,

and could only watch as Gu Hanyuan's fist got closer and closer to Xiao Yuanshan's heart.

Xiao Yuanshan also felt the breath of death,

and with most of his body frozen, he had no ability to resist.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for death with hatred,

suddenly a "Three-Foot Qi Wall" separated the two.

Gu Hanyuan retreated,

looking with a solemn expression at the old monk who had suddenly appeared in the field.

The old monk wore a green robe and held a broom,

his sparse long beard already completely white.

It was the Sweeping Monk, one of the foundations of the South Shaolin.

"Earth Immortal? As expected of the South Shaolin."

Gu Hanyuan saw that he had fished out the first big fish,

and directly exposed the Sweeping Monk's realm.

The whole audience was in an uproar.

Everyone thought Xiao Yuanshan would surely die,

but suddenly an Earth Immortal appeared from the South Shaolin.

The appearance of the Sweeping Monk was very strange.

One must know that just now, when the South Shaolin was nearly wiped out,

the Sweeping Monk was as steady as Mount Tai and unmoved.

However, now that he saw Xiao Yuanshan was about to die,

he could not wait to strike and stop him.

Gu Hanyuan naturally understood the South Shaolin's purpose.

They had used the "Seventy-Two Shaolin Ultimate Techniques" to pit Xiao Yuanshan and Southern Southern Murong Bo for thirty years,

just to recruit them for their own use.

Even Jiumozhi was one of their targets.

A full three Grandmasters—

how could the value of Sikuang Xuan Ci and the others compare?

Sikuang Xuan Ci and the others saw the Sweeping Monk appear,

and said with shame:

"Greetings, Martial Uncle. This disciple is incompetent and has troubled you."

The Sweeping Monk nodded,

not meaning to blame them.

He put his palms together and exhorted:

"Amitabha. Benefactor Gu, it is better to forgive when one can."

Gu Hanyuan sneered and said:

"... Let them go and tell the unjustly dead Qiao Sanhuai and his wife and the hundreds of thousands of innocent people about forgiving."

The Sweeping Monk shook his head helplessly,

his words filled with regret:

"Benefactor Gu, you are attached to appearances. My Buddha is compassionate and has the virtue of cherishing life. Wouldn't it be better to let them put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas on the spot than to take their lives?"

"The Buddha is responsible for forgiving them; Gu is only responsible for sending them to see the Buddha."

Gu Hanyuan's expression was indifferent,

staring at the Sweeping Monk.

"Old monk, do you really want to stop me?"

"Amitabha."

The Sweeping Monk chanted the Buddha's name,

but he completely blocked Xiao Yuanshan behind him.

Gu Hanyuan sneered,

"Fine, if the old monk wants to protect them, then take four more moves from Gu."

"Benefactor Gu, please."