Chapter 730: The Demon Monk Who Bears the Title of Saint!

Voices rang out in unison, echoing in everyone's ears.

Lü Jingtian and the others stared wide-eyed. This, impossible!

This island wasn't small, but it wasn't extremely large either; with Lü Jingtian's group's strength, given enough time to prepare,

they actually could have destroyed the island, "erasing" it from the map.

Letting it "sink" into the seabed.

They believed Kongming and the others could also achieve this.

Second-rate God-Demon Walkers could, to a greater or lesser extent, alter the island's "terrain," slicing off part of the raised central peak, making it a head shorter, things like that.

But uprooting the entire island was a completely different concept from destroying it.

Control was far more difficult than simple destruction, far too much more difficult.

Even if this legendary Monk Xuanzang merely held the island aloft, among God-Demon Walkers it would still be a unique, astonishing feat.

Let alone the fact that the other party sat upon the dragon's head, palm slightly curled.

The island seemed like a toy, floating in his palm, completely under his control.

Was the gap between God-Demon Walkers really this large?

This had already surpassed the concept of "there are heavens beyond heaven, people beyond people."

Lü Jingtian couldn't help turning his head to look around; the vast majority of God-Demon Walkers were bowing respectfully.

Especially those visiting God-Demon Walkers — quite a few even prostrated themselves on the ground kowtowing; they must have done preparatory work beforehand, self-studied.

Including their own hawk-faction God-Demon Walkers, under the other party's terrifying might, they too lowered their heads, trembling with fear.

Let alone the fence-sitters, the neutral faction.

Lü Jingtian suddenly understood what these people's neutrality was actually neutral about.

Why the Bloody Queen would leave a step early.

Because they all understood the crux of the matter wasn't on him and Kongming and the others at all!

Seeing the indescribable expressions on his girlfriend's and good brother Jiang Jun's faces, Lü Jingtian, beyond shock, felt his face burning hot with pain.

"Huan, this is... fake, right..."

He looked at Huan Shen, speaking with difficulty, like a dying man trying to grasp a final life-saving straw.

But Huan Shen didn't answer him, merely staring fixedly at the sky with blazing eyes.

That expression, fanatical to the extreme, like a zealot beholding a true god, eyes filled with obsession.

And within the obsession, hid an incomparably massive greed.

"..."

Lü Jingtian called out a few more times; Huan Shen seemed to have turned into a stone, just staring up obsessively at that Monk Xuanzang.

Completely ignoring Lü Jingtian.

"Benefactors, no need for excessive courtesy."

Tang Luo's voice rang out aptly, "This poor monk heard of the world's vicissitudes, so came to take a look."

This was the definition of lying through one's teeth; clearly Kongming had just said 'feel free,' and now it had become 'came to take a look.'

And this way of yours to "look," isn't it a bit exaggerated?

Look if you want to look, why are you lifting the island!

"Hehe."

Kongming let out an honest, hearty laugh, "These years the number of God-Demon Walkers has surged, many stunning talents have appeared. Some previous systems and orders are no longer suitable; a brand new free order needs to be established."

"What does the Master think?"

Lü Jingtian opened his mouth, then had no choice but to close it again.

"Good. My Buddhist sect's talent has withered nowadays, all sorts of fakes run rampant, ruining my Buddhist sect's pure reputation." Tang Luo said blandly, "Since we're establishing freedom, this poor monk dares to ask: would all benefactors be willing to convert to my Buddha?"

"..."

"..."

What a huge pit!

A group of God-Demon Walkers cursed inwardly; so the trap was waiting here!

They also simultaneously understood why Zhao Hongmiao said it was protection, not bondage.

Truly free, the one on the dragon's head can practically do whatever he wants.

Now everyone converts to my Buddha, then we set a rule — isn't it exactly the same as before?

No, it can be even stricter than before.

Many God-Demon Walkers immediately cursed Lü Jingtian's group in their hearts: you want freedom, fine, now this great Buddha has let himself run wild, he's free.

You tell us what to do!

"Good, good, I've long wanted to become a disciple!"

Unexpectedly, a voice sounded quite happy.

Everyone saw a bald, burly man over two meters tall, dressed like a Spartan, step forward from the crowd and immediately kowtow without a second word: "Disciple greets Master!"

It was none other than that Vajra who tempered his body.

Back in the mission world, after witnessing Tang Luo's power, he had wanted to become a disciple.

Too bad Tang Luo wouldn't accept; now he finally had the chance.

"Benefactor, there's a knife in your heart." Tang Luo looked at Vajra and said.

Vajra's eyeballs rolled: "I'm willing to put down the butcher's knife, become a Buddha on the spot!"

I understand!

"Also good. This poor monk will help benefactor put down the butcher's knife." Tang Luo said.

Howling gales swept across the sky; a massive dragon claw suddenly reached out, casting a shadow as it descended from above.

A thunderous boom rang out, shaking everything.

The platform trembled, nearly collapsing and plummeting.

Daoist Chi Jing, positioned at the edge, snapped his eyes open and violently spat a mouthful of fresh blood, his face instantly turning pale as gold paper, swaying on the verge of collapse.

That dragon claw pressed down on the spot where Vajra stood on the platform.

Only after a moment did it slowly withdraw.

That place now held a dragon-claw crater, cracks spreading around it like a spiderweb, and in the pit lay a blurred mass of flesh and blood.

"The butcher's knife is extinguished; from today, Benefactor, you are my Buddhist disciple." Tang Luo's expression and gaze remained calm and detached, his words equally gentle.

It gave one the feeling of a spring breeze brushing the face, yet it made a crowd of God-Demon Walkers shudder with cold dread.

Forgotten!

All these years the demon monk has lived in deep seclusion, never showing his face.

Everyone kept calling him "Holy Monk, Grand Master," and one sometimes forgets.

Creating an illusion, truly taking him for some enlightened high monk.

Carefully recalling the "Holy Monk Xuanzang's Record of Fame": the first time he attended a God-Demon Walker gathering, he slapped a God-Demon Walker to death — one who claimed to hold the Destiny of Sun Wukong.

Back then he gained a modest reputation.

Then, how did he join the Martial World Myth?

Oh, he and someone pursued and killed a God-Demon Walker of the Martial World Myth, and on the spot struck down their own side's hostage.

Thus they formed a karmic bond; yes, word is it was that guy Kongming who recruited him!

At first he was known for healing; before long, the once-famous Doctor Bian Que of the Martial World Myth knelt before him.

And rumor has it, adhering to the principle of a whole family reunited neat and tidy, this Tang Xuanzang even specially went to the "Western Lands" to send the Bian Que father and son off for a family reunion.

Although there is no concrete evidence, the news had long spread throughout the Western God-Demon Walkers.

Afterward, Tang Xuanzang seized the Dragon King title from the Dragon King's "orphaned teammates"; after the Dragon King's teammates were defeated, they never appeared again.

Their fate goes without saying.

His ultimate rise to fame came from a real-world mission.

Zeus of the Gods Alliance, the Twelve Olympians, were killed clean by him.

The specific details may vary, but the basic result is absolutely correct: everyone who opposed "Tang Xuanzang" died!

Every step Tang Xuanzang has walked, he has trodden on the corpses of his enemies.

Behind the name Holy Monk lies a monstrous blood-soaked history.

Holy Monk? No, that is a false front.

Beneath the gentle face lies the cold, grim, lawless visage of a demon monk!

A demon monk who bears the name of holiness!

It's just that before, the constraints of the God-Demon Game bound them, and the God-Demon Walkers had also established an orderly, stable order.

With the power of one person, it was hard to dare commit heaven-defying taboos.

Now, the shackles seem to have been released...

Lu Jingtian and the others stared at the flesh and blood in the pit; since becoming God-Demon Walkers, for the first time in a long while they heard their own hearts pounding violently.

A faint, vague throbbing pain transmitted itself — that was the taste of fear!

Many God-Demon Walkers also looked toward Daoist Chi Jing.

"Daozhang, what's wrong with you, Daozhang! Daozhang, pull yourself together, Daozhang!"

"Weren't you said to be the strongest peak experts among current God-Demon Walkers?"

"How come you couldn't even block a single claw from the demon monk's mount?"

"And you even made yourself vomit blood!"

Everyone still has this much discernment: the dragon claw fell and killed that unlucky bastard, and likewise shattered the formation enveloping the platform.

Daoist Chi Jing therefore suffered backlash; looking at him now, forget the immortal bearing of a celestial being — he's simply a terminal cancer patient.

"Daozhang, you're no good!"

"Let this poor monk see who the next Buddhist disciple will be." Tang Luo's gaze swept across the platform.

Suddenly, a figure shot into the sky, fleeing the platform at extreme speed.

Ao Yu's dragon claw reached out simultaneously, like crushing a tiny insect, pinching him to death in its grasp — this time not even a corpse was seen.

Only the dragon claw retracted into the swirling clouds and mist, followed by a spine-chilling sound of chewing.

The dragon head is right before our eyes; where does that devouring sound come from?

Could it be a two-headed dragon? Or is this white dragon, though it looks like an Eastern divine dragon, actually some unknown monster as well?

Just like its master, truly a sin dragon, a demon dragon.

"This benefactor's heart-demons are eliminated; my Buddhist sect gains another disciple." Tang Luo twirled a flower and smiled.

The blood-red kasaya on his body fluttered without wind, as if reminding that that red was dyed by fresh blood — this point, at least, was not wrong.

"This benefactor has deeply grasped the essence of freedom; he has karmic affinity with my Buddhist sect."

Tang Luo slowly turned his gaze toward Lu Jingtian.

Lu Jingtian, who had been trying his best to minimize his presence, shuddered and raised his head with difficulty: "Holy Monk, my six roots are impure; I have no affinity with the Buddhist sect."

"No matter; this poor monk excels at converting and saving people. A divine ability of mine can ensure your six roots are purified, and you enter my Buddhist sect."

"Do you have some misunderstanding about what saving people means?" A crowd of God-Demon Walkers roared inwardly.

Lu Jingtian was even more torn, wanting to flee — could he really escape?

He had originally thought staging such a grand spectacle was to force him to submit, but now the other party, with light words, had killed two people in succession, not even sparing the neutral faction.

Killing them makes people tremble with fear—probably they really intend to use this opportunity to capture all the demonic and divine wanderers in one sweep.

"Master Kong!"

Lü Jingting gritted his teeth, stared at Kong Ming, and said sternly, "Are we just going to watch?"

"This is the freedom you wanted." Kong Ming remained calm, "Since everyone is free now, if the master wishes to do something, we naturally won't interfere."

Anyway, conversion won't reach my head—we're old acquaintances.

"No, I don't want this kind of freedom—I just..." Lü Jingting spoke incoherently, completely lacking the bearing of his earlier eloquence.

Kong Ming interrupted him: "You mean you intend to abide by these rules, right?"

He pointed to the papers on the ground.

"Yes, exactly!" Lü Jingting nodded repeatedly.

"Is it just you who thinks this way?" Kong Ming asked.

"No, we all think this way." The demonic and divine wanderers of the Hawk Faction aren't foolish—they followed Lü Jingting's steps and accepted the rules set by Kong Ming and his group.

"Truly?"

"Truly!"

"Can't be more true!"

"I swear on my own life!"

Receiving many affirmative answers, Kong Ming looked up at Tang Luo: "Holy Monk, you see, since everyone has decided to uphold order, you are also one of the demonic and divine wanderers..."

"Since the benefactors have reached consensus, this poor monk will naturally abide." Tang Luo smiled, "Unfortunately, talents in my Buddhist sect are withering—welcome all benefactors to join my Buddhist sect at any time."

After speaking, the majestic and ferocious dragon head slowly retreated into the surrounding mist.

Then, the heavenly pillars shrouding the island suddenly vanished.

The island floating in midair suddenly sank, plunging back into the sea.

A tremor shook the mountains, stirring up heavenly seas that fell like rain.

The island was covered in cracks and shattered traces, yet strangely remained intact.

Perhaps the demon monk spared it out of respect for Kong Ming's old acquaintances, leaving a hand behind.

Otherwise, merely tossing the island aside at random would have killed many demonic and divine wanderers.

"Some details—we should discuss them."

Kong Ming shook the papers in his hand and spoke.

Lü Jingting nodded with a grim expression.

He couldn't tell whether the other side was just putting on an act with Kong Ming, or truly willing to relent out of respect for Kong Ming and his companions.

He also couldn't be sure whether, if the situation changed earlier, the demonic and divine wanderers present could unite and withstand that demon monk.

"What are you thinking?" Kong Ming's words interrupted Lü Jingting's thoughts, "The rules above are only part of it—many details still need supplementing. Xiao Lü, what do you think?"

"Nothing—just let you, Master Kong, decide."

Lü Jingting swallowed the bitter fruit with difficulty.

"Old Daoist, I'm leaving first."

Chijing Daoist said that, rose into the air, and departed—appearing to go heal his wounds.

Only a small portion of demonic and divine wanderers noticed that, besides Chijing Daoist, two others had also left, vanishing unnoticed.

On the Dragon King's Vessel, Tang Luo smiled at Vajra and another captured demonic and divine wanderer: "You've worked hard—this opening ceremony will serve as my apology to you two."

The deaths of Vajra and the others were, naturally, not real.

At the last moment, they concealed themselves with illusion arts—enough to deceive everyone.

To be more real, one could simply save people after enlightenment through conversion—but that would be unnecessary waste.

Tang Luo no longer relies on the Merit Jade Lotus for healing, but its wondrous uses are not limited to healing.

The captured demonic and divine wanderer remains in a state of unresolved terror, and will leave immediately after receiving Tang Luo's approval.

He flew away at his fastest speed in life.

Vajra, meanwhile, stroked his bald head and pleaded unwillingly: "Master, truly cannot take me as your disciple?"

"This poor monk truly does not teach disciples—taking you as one would also be a delay." Tang Luo said.

"Alas." Vajra sighed.

"Come, this young brother—I have here a copy of the *Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill*. I see your bone structure is astonishing—just nine nines, and I'll sell it to you—how about that?"

Zhu Bajie appeared with An'an, offering to sell the broken book to Vajra at a suggested retail price of five cents.

Vajra looked at Tang Luo.

"If you're interested, you can take a look." Tang Luo said.

What Zhu Bajie offers will certainly have some body-tempering and cultivation benefits.

Soon, Chijing Daoist arrived, having already restored his original immortal wind and dao bone appearance.

"Thank you, Daoist, for your cooperation." Zhu Bajie smiled.

"No, no." Chijing Daoist said, "Having received guidance from my seniors, I benefit endlessly."

Exchanging a small performance for those formation insights, Chijing Daoist felt he had made a great profit.

"Brother, why..." An'an looked at Tang Luo, wanting to speak but hesitating.

The Tang Luo before her appeared only thirteen or fourteen years old—had he returned to youth through age reversal?

"Because I've become stronger." Tang Luo said.

An'an wore a strange expression—she only knew that becoming stronger meant becoming bald, but could becoming stronger also make one younger?

Such a good thing actually exists.

Speaking of which, after becoming demonic and divine wanderers, the aging speed after growth has actually become extremely slow.

Time favors those who walk among gods and demons.

It's a pity, though—it's only time that favors them; as for lifespan... it's not that long.