Chapter 49: Great Battle Against the Three Monks

"Donor Dugu, do you truly intend to fight our Shaolin to the death?" Dingzhen took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Haha! Old monk, fight to the death? That depends on whether you are sensible or not. If you aren't, what does fighting to the death matter?"

"Am I afraid?"

Dugu Sheng said with utter disdain.

"It seems Donor Dugu is determined to be an enemy of our Shaolin. Our Shaolin is not so easily provoked, Donor Dugu. Aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth?"

After Dingzhen finished speaking, one figure after another emerged from behind him.

Handing over their Shaolin's innate inheritance—setting aside everything else, they simply could not afford to lose face. If the outside world were to find out...

... then Shaolin's reputation as the leader of the righteous path in the martial arts world would be completely wiped out.

As the leader of the righteous path, to hand over their own innate inheritance just because of the Demonic Cult's coercion—in the future, there would surely be no shortage of bold and reckless people coming to take advantage of Shaolin.

Furthermore, he understood what Dugu Sheng wanted the innate inheritance for. The hundred days of exchanging blows with his three martial uncles had already made it clear: Dugu Sheng was already at the peak of the acquired realm.

He was only half a step away from breaking through to the innate realm.

If he were to obtain Shaolin's innate inheritance and gain its insights, he might break through in an instant.

Once Dugu Sheng broke through to the innate realm, it would certainly not be a blessing for Shaolin. Given Dugu Sheng's ambition, he would likely unify the martial arts world.

At that time, would Shaolin resist or submit?

Accustomed to being the leader, how could Shaolin submit? Therefore, no matter what, they could not let him break through to the innate realm.

This was something he had previously discussed with his martial uncles and brothers; the three martial uncles were even willing to sacrifice their own lives to severely wound Dugu Sheng or even perish with him.

And now, Dugu Sheng had brought several elders with him, giving them the opportunity.

Currently, it had been Dingzhen stalling for time.

"Hmm!"

"Old bald donkey, it seems you are like a turtle biting a weight—your mind is made up, right?"

"Bald donkey, just you wait. I will definitely breach your mountain gate!" After saying this, Dugu Sheng prepared to leave.

"Amitabha! Donor Dugu, is Shaolin a place you can come and go as you please?"

Dingyin took a step forward, instantly blocking Dugu Sheng's path and stopping the group.

"Bald donkey, what? You want to keep me here?"

Seeing Monk Dingyin's actions, Dugu Sheng was angered to the point of laughter. He truly hadn't expected these bald donkeys to actually want to keep him.

"Hahaha!"

"Good! Very good!"

"Then let's see if the kung fu in your hands is hard enough!" Suddenly, Dugu Sheng lunged forward, his right palm striking out violently. His palm, the size of a cattail fan, unleashed a surging, violent internal energy.

The move he used was a unique skill of the Ming Cult: the Great Nine Heavens Hand. This martial art was considered one of the profound skills passed down by the Ming Cult.

Only the high-level members of the Sun Moon Holy Cult were permitted to practice it.

As the Cult Leader of the Sun Moon Holy Cult, Dugu Sheng naturally practiced it, and he was extremely formidable at it, as this martial art was inherently very well-suited to him.

With his violent internal energy driving the Great Nine Heavens Hand, an extremely overbearing aura instantly erupted from Dugu Sheng's body.

"Go to hell!"

It was as if a giant palm had descended from the nine heavens; his five fingers curled, threatening to crush the surrounding air.

"Careful!"

No one expected Dugu Sheng to suddenly explode into action with lightning speed. Even though Dingyin had been on guard, his heart and mind were alert.

Facing this strike, his expression changed wildly.

He unleashed all his internal energy into his palms, and a faint golden light emerged.

He met the strike with the Great Strength Vajra Palm.

"Hmph! Seeking death!"

Seeing Dingyin choose to clash head-on with him just to block his path, murderous intent erupted on Dugu Sheng's face.

He increased his internal energy by another layer.

Boom!

Violent internal energy surged out.

"Crack!"

A sound like bone breaking was heard. Dingyin's arm snapped upon contact, and his entire body flew back thirty feet, slamming heavily into a large tree at the mountain gate.

Crack, crack!

"Junior brother!"

Dingzhen's expression changed, and he let out a cry of alarm. At the same time, he flicked his fingers through the air toward Dugu Sheng's back. The fierce energy shot out instantly like a bullet.

"Hmm! Bald donkey, you dare to sneak attack!"

Sensing the sharpness behind him, Dugu Sheng abandoned his plan to palm Dingyin to death. Instead, he crouched to dodge, while simultaneously striking out with his left palm to disperse the several streams of energy.

With one move he blasted Dingyin back, and with another he dispersed Dingzhen's sneak attack. The terrifying strength Dugu Sheng displayed left everyone feeling wary.

"Amitabha! Abbot, leave this fiend to us three old monks. You go quickly to save Dingyin!"

At this moment, three white-browed old monks emerged from behind Dingzhen.

"Hmph! It's you three old bald donkeys again."

"Today I will send you to the west to meet the Buddha!"

Seeing these three monks, Dugu Sheng's expression grew even gloomier. "Fan Jin, Dongfang, you two kill that bald donkey Dingyin for me!"

"Let them know that our Sun Moon Holy Cult is not to be trifled with!"

After saying this, Dugu Sheng charged toward the three old monks. He knew that with these three present, it would be absolutely impossible for him to continue fighting Dingyin and the others.

Then he would just finish off these three old fellows. As long as they were dead, Shaolin would have no choice but to obediently hand over their innate inheritance.

The three had already fought yesterday; the three old monks' Vajra Subduing Demon Array was indeed formidable in power.

But he was not someone to be trifled with either.

Swish, swish!

"Amitabha."

Benxiang chanted a Buddhist name, and then the iron chain in his hand stabbed toward him like a spear blade. At the same time, the other two iron chains also shot out from three directions like maggots on a bone.

The Vajra Subduing Demon Array was the Shaolin Sect's final line of defense.

The three super first-class old monks had been together for decades and could be said to share a single mind. With the three of them joining forces, even Dugu Sheng had to use his full strength.

Clang!

With one palm, he batted away one iron chain. At the same time, Dugu Sheng stomped violently, his body leaping up. He kicked the other two iron chains away in mid-air, and using this momentum, he flew through the air to kill one of the old monks.

"Bald donkey, prepare to die!"

Before he arrived, his palm was already out. Internal energy sprayed forth; in an instant, it was as if a true dragon were roaring, and the energy stirred up a dragon gate, whistling as it arrived.

The Great Nine Heavens Hand was like a violent storm, its palm force vast, stirring up fallen leaves in all directions, its palm shadows powerful enough to collapse mountains.

Facing this strike from Dugu Sheng, Benchen remained calm and composed. He retracted his hand, and the iron chain in his hand rotated rapidly, spinning like a poisonous dragon's tail to strangle him.

Ding, ding, ding!

The internal energy was violent, his palm like metal, crushing gold and breaking jade. In an instant, he shook away the iron chain that was rotating like a poisonous dragon. Just as Dugu Sheng continued to advance...

... two sharp edges followed from behind.

In the Vajra Subduing Demon Array, the three were connected in mind. If one was thwarted, the other two would quickly kill to relieve the pressure.

"Hmph!"

Facing the sharpness behind him, Dugu Sheng let out a cold snort. If he continued, he might be able to severely wound or even kill Benchen with one palm, but the iron chains behind him might also injure him.

It would be a loss that outweighed the gain, so he quickly turned around to dodge.

Thus, he was once again trapped in the array, with three iron chains following him like shadows, locking him in. ===== CHAPTER 50 =====