Chapter 51: The Traitor's Ambition

"Cult Leader, I'm here to help you!" Fan Jin shouted and withdrew to Dugu Sheng's rear.

"Haha! Good!"

Dugu Sheng heard this, and a look of joy instantly appeared on his face.

However, this joy suddenly changed, and his whole face froze.

Only a swish was heard, a sword light flashed, and the sharp point behind him pierced through his body. Even though Dugu Sheng dodged a bit at the last moment, he still didn't avoid the long sword.

"Fan Jin, you dare to commit treason! Seeking death!"

Not expecting Fan Jin to sneak attack him, Dugu Sheng was about to go crazy. In his anger, his eyes instantly turned blood-red. He turned around, ignoring the sword stuck in his body, and struck out with a palm from the air.

Fan Jin seemed to have been prepared. He gathered his energy and struck with his palm to meet it. In the air, he used the force of the recoil to retreat several zhang, moving far away from him.

And at this time, Dugu Sheng wanted to continue forward to kill this traitor, but Benxiang and the other, seeing such a good opportunity, naturally wouldn't let it go. They stepped forward one after another, entangling the opponent.

"Left Emissary Fan, you dare to sneak attack the Cult Leader! Do you not want your life?"

Dongfang Qingyun, who was fighting Monk Dingzhen on the side, was also stunned and was almost found a flaw by Monk Dingzhen.

But he was still extremely shocked in his heart.

"Hmph!"

Fan Jin just snorted coldly and didn't want to explain. Dugu Sheng's violent counter-attack palm just now—although he looked like he had received it easily, in reality, the opponent's violent internal energy had already begun to invade his meridians along his arm.

He was currently using his internal energy to suppress this foreign internal energy and had no time to listen to Dongfang's nonsense. He sneak-attacked Dugu Sheng—what was it for? Naturally, it was for himself and his future.

It looked like this old fellow was about to take down the three old monks of Shaolin. Facing the imminent danger, Shaolin might not resist to the death anymore and would hand over the innate inheritance.

At that time, what could he do?

Once Dugu Sheng broke through to the innate realm, he would never see the light of day again and would always be suppressed by the opponent.

He also had ambition; he also wanted to become the Cult Leader of the Sun Moon Holy Cult. He even wanted to peek at the innate realm.

But he knew that as long as Dugu Sheng was in power for one day, all of this had nothing to do with him.

So in the end, he still couldn't help but sneak attack Dugu Sheng. All of this followed the plan of the old monk Dingzhen.

He couldn't help but look at Dingzhen. He didn't expect that all of this had been predicted by this old monk.

He was truly an unfathomable guy.

He would have to be careful of this old guy in the future, otherwise, he would be sold by him and still be counting the money for him.

However, he still had to pass this hurdle right now. If Dugu Sheng didn't die, he wouldn't have an easy time in the future. As for Dongfang Qingyun, that was easy to handle; his own strength was above his, and when he became the Cult Leader, he could win him over.

But the prerequisite was that Dugu Sheng must die. If he didn't die, then he would be the one to die. He knew Dugu Sheng's character very well; those who betrayed him, no matter where they were in the world, would be found and killed by him.

"Don't blame me, Cult Leader. It's you who blocked my path."

Coldly looking at Dugu Sheng, who was raging over there, Fan Jin's eyes were indifferent. Since he had embarked on this path, he wouldn't turn back halfway.

After suppressing the foreign internal energy in his body, he got up and killed toward Dugu Sheng.

No matter what, he had to kill him.

"Ah! Traitor!"

"Seeking death!"

The sword blade was still in his chest. Dugu Sheng didn't easily pull it out. Now he was still fighting; once pulled out, the wound would be constantly pulled because of his fighting, and it would be even more troublesome then.

The two old bald donkeys were like turtles biting a weight—determined to keep him here, and there was also this traitor.

With the three joining forces, plus his internal injury and now the sword wound, Dugu Sheng's condition was not good.

Even if the traitor's sword didn't pierce his heart, there was still a fatal crisis. He had to leave and quickly find a place without people to heal his wounds, otherwise, let alone the opportunity to break through to the innate realm, his life would be left here.

With red eyes, Dugu Sheng, even though he hated Fan Jin, was also constantly looking for flaws in the three, calmly looking for countermeasures.

Unfortunately, the two old monks cooperated too well and also knew what to do, which was to block his retreat and not let him leave, and then Fan Jin cooperated in the attack.

"Senior Brother Ning, what do we do now?"

Zuo Zhen, hiding in the dark, was shocked at this moment. He didn't expect such a change—the Demonic Cult having internal strife; this seemed even more gratifying.

If it came to hatred, then his Demonic Cult was even above Shaolin. After all, there were too many Mount Song Sect disciples who died in the hands of the Demonic Cult.

Between the two, it was a blood feud.

Now that the Demonic Cult had internal strife and the Cult Leader Dugu Sheng seemed to be in danger, he was naturally happy. If Dugu Sheng died, that would be the best.

This person's strength put too much pressure on many experts in the martial arts world.

"Wait!"

Ning Qingyu also didn't expect the Demonic Cult to have internal strife. Now the situation on the field had suddenly changed, becoming favorable to Shaolin.

Toward the Demonic Cult, Ning Qingyu was naturally hateful and wished to destroy it. But even though his political attributes were not high, he also understood that the martial arts world needed balance.

All along, Shaolin had been using them, the Five Mountains, to balance the Demonic Cult, and they had also been relying on the Demonic Cult to slowly strengthen their own power.

Once the Demonic Cult was destroyed, Shaolin and Wudang would probably not watch their Huashan Sect rise.

Before, Shaolin had been secretly calculating. If there were no Demonic Cult, Shaolin might even come out into the open.

Was he afraid of Shaolin?

If it were before, he would still say he wasn't afraid, but seeing Shaolin's foundation, he was increasingly wary of Shaolin. He didn't know how much power Shaolin still had that hadn't been displayed.

And that Fan Jin, the Demonic Cult's Left Emissary, suddenly rebelled—was this his own wish, or Shaolin's means? The former was fine, but if it were the latter, then Shaolin was truly too terrifying.

Think about how Shaolin had arranged spies in the high levels of their Huashan Sect.

At this moment, Ning Qingyu felt a chill in his heart. Looking at Shaolin, he couldn't help but feel some murderous intent.

However, this unconscious murderous intent made Ning Qingyu's expression change.

"Not good! Junior Brother, let's take action together. You sneak attack Dugu Sheng!"

Ning Qingyu said, and instantly stepped out.

"Bang..."

The fist struck the void, and the void was like a calm, waveless water surface, suddenly struck by a fist. The whistling gale surged out, turning into Tiangang Subduing Demon, instantly sweeping across the area in front of him.

The fist force instantly enveloped Fan Jin and the two old monks. It looked like it was attacking Fan Jin, but in reality, the fist force was more concentrated on the two monks.

Great Subduing Demon Fist—the rigid and fierce power erupted from this strike made everyone present tremble.

"Who is it?"

However, before they could react, another masked person appeared and struck Dugu Sheng with a sword.

The sword energy was sharp, and the sword light lit up. That light was like a meteor falling to the ground, with astonishing pressure. ===== CHAPTER 52 =====