Chapter 48: The Battle in the Deep of Night

"Haha! Not bad." "Senior Brother Ning, your requirements are too high; being able to deplete a portion of Shaolin's strength is already quite good."

Zuo Zhen has been suppressed by Shaolin for all these years, so naturally, he has no good feelings toward Shaolin.

This time, when the Demonic Cult suddenly attacked Shaolin, he was the most delighted; when Shaolin's power was revealed back then, the pressure in his heart was even greater.

"Hmm!" Ning Qingyu only nodded upon hearing this; the strength Shaolin displayed indeed increased his pressure. Who knew if Shaolin still had other experts?

If not for this attack by the Demonic Cult, they originally thought Shaolin only had three Top-tier Experts.

Shaolin's Luohan Great Array was also quite eye-catching; if it weren't for the Demonic Cult members charging regardless of their lives, it is feared they truly could not have brought much damage to Shaolin.

"After such a battle, Shaolin will certainly call upon the righteous path of the world to resist the Demonic Cult together."

Ning Qingyu said with a cold sneer.

"Call upon us? On what grounds? In the past, when we fought the Demonic Cult, Shaolin and Wudang always watched from the sidelines; this time, we won't do it either."

Whether they were disciples of the Huashan Sect or the Songshan Sect, they were all very dissatisfied with Shaolin; after all, the things they did before were too unsightly.

During the two great wars between righteousness and evil, Shaolin just watched from the sidelines; they spoke nicely about support, but in reality, there was none at all.

"Hmm! Support! Of course we must support, it's just that those junior brothers of mine already went south a few days ago to interact with the fellow disciples of the Hengshan Sect; it will take some time for them to return."

As a Sect Leader, Zuo Zhen naturally would not be like the Elders and disciples under his sect, and instead, he sneered.

"It seems Junior Brother Zuo has an idea."

Seeing this, Ning Qingyu understood Zuo Zhen's plan.

"That is fine too; when the time comes, you and I will go personally, and the others can forget about it."

Ning Qingyu had this plan as well; of course, they themselves still had to go personally. The Songshan Sect was right next door, and if not a single person went, their reputation in the pugilistic world would not sound good.

Moreover, both of them were Top-tier Experts and were not afraid of the Demonic Cult; even if they were not a match, they could quickly retreat.

Furthermore, he believed that as long as Dugu Sheng was a smart person, he would not make a move against them.

"Haha! Let's do as Senior Brother Ning intends."

This way, they could watch the show openly and honestly; as for Shaolin wanting them to contribute effort later, they could just slack off.

Could it be that Shaolin would threaten them? Shaolin's strength was indeed very strong, but the Five Mountains united were not much weaker than Shaolin.

"Report!"

"Sect Leader, the monk Fangzheng from Shaolin requests an audience."

Just at this moment, a report from a disciple came from outside.

"Haha! Sure enough, speak of the devil."

"Shaolin has come for reinforcements." Zuo Zhen's face was full of mockery.

"Junior Brother Zuo, then we shall retreat first, just as planned before."

On the surface, it was to provide support, but wasn't it also to check out Shaolin's true strength?

"Rest assured, Senior Brother Ning."

Zuo Zhen nodded, then beckoned, simultaneously telling the Elders in the sect to follow Ning Qingyu and the others to the back mountain.

Late at night, at the gate of Shaoshi Mountain, several figures shuttled through and soon arrived before the Shaolin gate; looking at the gate that still had bloodstains below, Dugu Sheng's expression was incomparably cold.

Shaolin's strength exceeded his expectations; he did not think that even after he had brought out seventy percent of the Sun Moon Holy Cult's power, he would not have gained much advantage in this battle.

Several first-class Martial Artists had also died, especially the two Deputy Hall Masters of the Azure Dragon Hall, who were the elite of the new generation within the cult.

As for the ordinary cult members, there were hundreds of casualties.

Shaolin's power was indeed extraordinary.

But no matter how powerful Shaolin was, this time, he had to obtain the Innate Inheritance; he had already felt that if his body's functions could not break through again, he would never be able to break through, and instead, his strength would slowly decline due to his physical condition.

Once his strength declined, he knew very well what that meant; the internal competition within the Demonic Cult was incredibly brutal.

Back then, he had stepped on countless corpses step by step; it could be said that he walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood to ascend to the throne of the Demonic Cult Cult Leader.

Once a lion pride leader grows old, what awaits him is death; a young male lion challenges him and then kills him.

He was unwilling to become such a person, so he needed to break through; only by breaking through to the Innate realm could he at least remain at his peak for sixty years.

Back then, that Sanfeng Zhenren of Wudang was a hundred years old and still the number one expert in the martial arts world; even twenty years later, he could still deter the Great Ming, forcing that founding emperor to have to enfeoff Wudang.

If he wanted to become the second such person, then this trip to Shaolin must succeed.

In the battle during the day, the three old bald donkeys of the 'Ben' generation had blocked him, but he could feel that the three old bald donkeys were actually already very old.

If not for the concern that the other party would drag him down by dying, he feared he would have wanted to kill one of them long ago.

The arrival of Dugu Sheng and the others naturally alerted the monks guarding the Shaolin gate.

"Who goes there?"

The martial monk shouted sternly.

"Noisy!"

Dugu Sheng slapped the air with one hand, and a violent burst of Qi Strength surged out.

With a 'puchi' sound, that martial monk was instantly sent flying, vomiting blood clots mixed with internal organs in mid-air; after falling to the ground, he was completely dead.

"Hiss!"

The monks nearby immediately trembled, looking at Dugu Sheng in the shadows with faces full of terror.

"Get in there and have your Abbot come out."

"Tell him, this seat will only wait for him for half a cup of tea's time; if he doesn't come, this seat will attack inside."

After hearing Dugu Sheng's reply, the few martial monks scrambled and crawled into the depths of the mountain gate.

Before long, chaotic footsteps could be heard.

"Amitabha! Dugu benefactor, you visit late at night; I wonder what your purpose is?"

Seeing Dugu Sheng, a murderous intent projected from the depths of Dingzhen's eyes; in the slaughter of these two days, Shaolin had suffered countless casualties, not to mention those lay disciples who were severely wounded, the Inner Sect Disciples of Shaolin alone numbered over a hundred.

Six or seven first-class martial monks had died, which was already quite serious; Shaolin had not had such losses in twenty years.

And all of this was caused by the man before him; as the Abbot of Shaolin, how could he not feel hatred?

"Monk Dingzhen, do you not know the purpose of my arrival? Stop playing dumb here. I said a few days ago, as long as you give me an Innate Inheritance, I will retreat right now."

"You monks of the Taoist Sect are very confident. Tonight, I ask you for it again; I wonder, Monk Dingzhen, do you still have your previous confidence?"

Dugu Sheng sneered and mocked; this bald donkey truly would not give up until he saw the Yellow River.

"You..."

Dingzhen forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart; the other party was so arrogant.

"Hmph! Monk, stop talking nonsense. Are you going to hand over what I want or not? If you don't, that's fine too; I will leave right now."

"When that time comes, I will bring people to attack your Shaolin until you hand it over."

Dugu Sheng's threat made Dingzhen's expression extremely ugly; his originally benevolent face had now become as gloomy and hideous as a demon's.