Chapter 52: Both Sides Suffer, the Fisherman Profits

On the other side, Zuo Zhen's sword energy also tore Dugu Sheng's clothes, and a wound deep enough to see bone was visible to the naked eye. Unfortunately, Dugu Sheng still dodged Zuo Zhen's lethal move, and Zuo Zhen also didn't dare to use his Songshan Sect's kung fu.

After all, both were masked to hide their identities.

"Go!"

It was originally a sneak attack; once the move was finished, they had to withdraw immediately.

Ning Qingyu didn't even look at the results of his sneak attack and called out to leave immediately.

Of course, this was his confidence in his own strength. He believed that even if they had caught his punch, they would have been severely wounded.

The two used their movement techniques and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Pfft!

"Martial Uncle!"

At this moment, Benxiang and the other also suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, slowly took two steps back, and sat softly on the ground, their faces pale.

They were already severely depleted, and plus Ning Qingyu's sudden punch, the two received it head-on and were naturally injured. Under the backlash of internal energy, they were severely wounded.

"Hahaha!"

"Old bald donkeys, just you wait. I will return!"

"Fan Jin, you traitor, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Taking this opportunity, Dugu Sheng also suddenly darted away, ignoring his internal injuries, and fled. Now he was truly at the end of his rope; if he didn't leave, he would really lose his life here.

"Damn it!"

Fan Jin saw this and wanted to chase after him, but thinking of the opponent's strength and the fear he had instilled in him on weekdays, he stopped.

Who knew how much strength Dugu Sheng still had? If the opponent was deliberately hiding it and he chased after him alone, it would just be seeking death.

"Sigh!"

Glaring at Dingzhen, he also quickly darted away, and the direction was the opposite of the Demonic Cult's camp.

He knew that he couldn't stay in the Demonic Cult for the time being and could only escape first.

He would see how things went. Dugu Sheng had been severely wounded twice tonight and would definitely be seriously injured; it was estimated that he wouldn't be better for more than half a year. He hoped the opponent wouldn't have the opportunity to break through.

And the opponent was older; he would hide for a few years and come out after the opponent's strength slowly declined.

Dongfang Qingyun saw this and also slipped away.

Thus, in front of Shaolin's mountain gate, only the Shaolin monks remained, in a mess.

Dingzhen's face was livid, looking at the two martial uncles, their pale faces, he felt even more painful.

"Amitabha! Dingzhen, don't be sad. Your martial uncles have also ascended to the Pure Land early, and the two of us will be soon too."

Benxiang had long since seen through death.

"But from now on, Shaolin will have to suffer for you all. Benyuan and I don't have many days left. Fortunately, that Demonic Cult's Dugu Sheng was severely wounded by us; even if his internal injuries are repaired, he will never have today's martial arts."

"Plus your previous planning, the Demonic Cult's Left Emissary rebelled; in the future, the Demonic Cult may have internal strife, and its strength will also decline, so Shaolin will be slightly more relaxed."

"Martial Uncle!"

Looking at Benxiang, who was speaking intermittently, how could Dingzhen not blame himself? This plan was proposed by him.

But seeing that the three martial uncles were about to leave because of this plan, he was indeed not feeling well.

However, there was no other way. Dugu Sheng's strength was truly too powerful. If it weren't for the sacrifice of the three martial uncles, their Shaolin would probably be in danger.

What's more, once Dugu Sheng really got Shaolin's innate inheritance, the entire martial arts world would never have peace.

Shaolin would be the first to suffer the greatest impact, so he planned this plan.

Unfortunately, it was still not perfect.

Dugu Sheng still escaped, and the two top-tier experts who appeared at the best time also made his heart tremble. Who were these two mysterious people?

He kept guessing in his heart, and the first thing he thought of was the Songshan Sect nearby.

"Dingzhen, Dingyin is severely wounded. There is still one Great Restoration Pill in the temple. Let him take it!"

"With this, perhaps his cultivation can go a step further, and then he can better help you."

"Yes, Martial Uncle."

Dingzhen heard this and had no objections. Dingyin was severely wounded by Dugu Sheng; if there were no Great Restoration Pill, his internal energy cultivation would probably regress.

Losing three martial uncles had already made Shaolin suffer a great blow. If Dingyin's cultivation regressed again, in the entire huge Shaolin, he would be the only top-tier expert.

Then Shaolin would be in danger.

He was also at the top level among the top-tier, but after all, he hadn't reached Dugu Sheng's level and couldn't suppress the entire martial arts world.

After this time, their Shaolin's strength had declined a lot. Perhaps some crooked ways would come to have ideas about their Shaolin—who told them Shaolin was too eye-catching.

Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills were all profound martial arts of the martial arts world.

So he needed to increase Shaolin's strength. Although there was only one Great Restoration Pill, fortunately, the medicinal materials for refining the Great Restoration Pill had almost been collected.

One more could be refined.

At that time, that one could be given to Fangzheng.

Historically, the Great Restoration Pill would be given to Shaolin's Abbot or the Abbot's successor, so as to break through to the top-tier in one fell swoop.

So every Abbot of Shaolin was a top-tier expert.

Fangzheng was exactly the successor he had chosen.

At that time, Shaolin would have three top-tier experts to meet future challenges.

Supporting the two martial uncles, they returned to the back mountain.

Shaolin's great battle gradually calmed down.

The lights gradually dimmed. No one expected that not long ago, a great battle had occurred here, with several top-tier experts fighting here.

On the other side, Ning Qingyu and Zuo Zhen galloped all the way and quickly returned to Mount Taishi.

Returning to the Songshan Sect's conference hall, Zuo Zhen still carried some excitement.

"Senior Brother Ning, do you think it's possible that Dugu Sheng is dead?"

Zuo Zhen was still most concerned about Dugu Sheng's life or death.

"Hard to say!" Ning Qingyu heard this, was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "Dugu Sheng is a peerless expert with deep internal energy. He first suffered a palm from Benxiang; although injured, it was not a major problem, as can be seen from the fact that his strength didn't fall much."

"What really caused the injury should be that sword from Fan Jin. Even if it wasn't fatal, it must have been a severe wound. Plus your sword, he might be able to hold on with his deep internal energy, but wanting to return to his former powerful strength is absolutely impossible."

Speaking of this, Ning Qingyu's face also showed some smiles.

Dugu Sheng's strength declining was certain. After all, he had suffered such a severe wound; it was already very impressive that he hadn't died, and his age was even older than his.

In this way, his pressure would also be greatly reduced.

After all, having seen Dugu Sheng's strength with his own eyes, Shaolin's three divine monks couldn't suppress him. If he faced him alone, he would probably be severely wounded or even killed within a hundred moves.

But after tonight, he would no longer be afraid.

And what made him even happier was that Shaolin's strength had been greatly weakened. Even if those two divine monks didn't die, they definitely wouldn't live long.

Lacking three top-tier experts, Shaolin still had its foundation, but it would be very difficult to put any pressure on the Huashan Sect.

At that time, they could take advantage of this gap, and Huashan could expand.

Thinking of this, Ning Qingyu had no intention of staying in the Songshan Sect. He also knew that Dugu Sheng was severely wounded, and the Demonic Cult would definitely retreat.

This great battle at Shaolin was once again a tiger's head and a snake's tail.

Therefore, he needed to go back and plan well for the future development of the Huashan Sect. ===== CHAPTER 53 =====