Chapter 424: Person with high Wu Gong, chance to breathe

Just at this moment, with a Buddhist chant, a man rushed over from the distance, arriving just in time.

Su Hang took a look at the visitor; this person was none other than the Shaolin disciple Kong Wen, a person with extremely high Wu Gong, though still far inferior to Su Hang.

As soon as Kong Wen arrived, he rushed straight toward the first two masked men, striking with both palms and sending the two flying.

Immediately, he turned his head and looked, his brow furrowed into a knot, because he discovered that Su Hang was already in a precarious situation.

This group of people was too strong and clearly had been prepared for a long time. Su Hang being able to survive until now could already be considered extremely lucky.

Not daring to hesitate, Kong Wen immediately turned and joined the battle.

Two great experts joined the battle, instantly reversing the previously deadlocked situation. The two masked men couldn’t hold on for long, retreating step by step, and finally, under the pincer attack of the two, were killed in one blow.

Just when Kong Wen thought the overall situation was settled, a black shadow darted out from behind the bushes, its speed fast enough to be outrageous.

A black line streaked through space, arriving before Su Hang in the blink of an eye. Su Hang’s pupils shrank, and a cold feeling of fear surged from the soles of his feet through his entire body. Subconsciously, he performed a rolling dodge.

The black shadow grazed his ear and stuck directly into a tree. Only then did Su Hang see clearly that it was Li Mongolian Yuan, who was staring at Su Hang with covetous eyes.

Su Hang gasped; this guy was definitely not a good person.

“Evil beast, looking for death!”

Kong Wen let out a low, angry roar, leaped into the air, and smashed a *Great Compassion Palm* print onto Li Mongolian Yuan’s chest.

Li Mongolian Yuan felt the pain, his expression changed, and he hurriedly retreated. However, Kong Wen didn’t give him any chance to breathe, stepping forward and striking his forehead with another palm. If this palm hit, his skull would surely shatter.

Li Mongolian Yuan hurriedly reached out to block, but in his haste, he could only barely protect his forehead, resulting in him being struck black and blue and falling directly to the ground.

Kong Wen withdrew his palm, waiting to pursue the victory.

“Amitabha!”

Kong Wen joined his palms, chanted a Buddhist name, and punched out, aiming straight for Li Mongolian Yuan’s vital points.

This old bald donkey, he actually has quite a temper, not only ignoring the rules of the Wu Lin but also striking first?

Li Mongolian Yuan sneered, not to be outdone, and met the palm wind with one of his own.

For a time, the sound of metal clashing echoed through the valley.

On this side, Su Hang struggled to stand up, his eyes revealing a fierce light as he glared at the two corpses lying on the ground, his expression uncertain.

At this time, Li Mongolian Yuan also climbed up with difficulty, looking at Su Hang with a hideous grin at the corner of his mouth, “Brother Su, you are destined to be buried here today.”

“Is that so?” Su Hang glanced at him, “Are you that certain?”

Hearing Su Hang’s tone was off, Li Mongolian Yuan frowned, feeling that Su Hang’s words were a bit strange.

Just as Li Mongolian Yuan was distracted, Su Hang flicked his wrist, and his short saber left his hand, transforming into an arc trajectory and stabbing toward Li Mongolian Yuan.

Li Mongolian Yuan was scared out of his wits and hurriedly turned his head to dodge.

Seeing that he was outnumbered, he could only look at Su Hang and Zhang Zhang Wuji with hatred and quickly flee.

The monk Kong Wen also knew the situation was urgent and hurriedly took Su Hang away.

After a fierce battle, the sky had already turned dark.

Su Hang was arranged to rest in a ruined temple, while Zhang Zhang Wuji stood guard outside.

Inside the temple, Su Hang sat cross-legged on the bed, calming his mind and silently refining the internal energy remaining in his body.

Beside him, Kong Wen looked at Su Hang with a face full of admiration. Abbot Master Kucheng had personally gone to find Su Hang to have his fortune told, and later everything had come true. Kong Wen had come this time also to help Su Hang. ===== CHAPTER 815 =====

But he hadn’t expected Su Hang to be so brave, fighting four people alone and still being able to persist for so long, which was truly admirable.

Worthy of being someone Abbot Master Kucheng respected, Kong Wen sighed inwardly, and at the same time, he felt a bit of luck. Fortunately, his senior brother had chosen him, otherwise, encountering such a fierce person today, he would likely have suffered a big setback.

“Brother Su, thank you!”

Su Hang opened his eyes, and Zhang Zhang Wuji immediately leaned over.

Su Hang waved his hand, “Don’t be polite.”

“But how did you happen to come here? And who led you here?” Zhang Zhang Wuji asked, full of suspicion. This place was desolate, and ordinary people were forbidden from approaching, let alone in the middle of the night.

Su Hang smiled indifferently, “Speaking of which, I also don’t know who is plotting against us behind the scenes.”

Having said that, Su Hang stood up and walked out of the temple.

Zhang Zhang Wuji followed closely, “Brother Su, what are you going to do?”

Su Hang didn’t look back and answered, “Revenge!” ===== CHAPTER 816 =====

Zhang Zhang Wuji was stunned and couldn’t help but smile bitterly. This person was truly ruthless; he had already been beaten into such a state, yet he still wanted to seek revenge?

This courage and perseverance were truly enough to make one feel ashamed. If it were him, he probably wouldn’t have this kind of mettle.

It was just that the people of the Demonic Cult were arrogant, domineering, killing, looting, and doing all sorts of evil. Although they had been eradicated, who could guarantee there wouldn’t be any fish that slipped through the net? Su Hang fighting alone was, after all…

Zhang Zhang Wuji looked at Su Hang with some worry.

Su Hang naturally understood the misgivings in Zhang Zhang Wuji’s heart and just smiled slightly, “Rest assured, I know what I’m doing.”

“Benefactor Su, this poor monk will accompany you for a trip.” Kong Wen also stepped out of the temple door and followed.

This kid had just saved the lives of their Shaolin Sect, so now that Su Hang was in trouble, how could he stand idly by?

Su Hang nodded. He needed a helper, and this Master Kong Wen happened to meet his conditions.

The two walked side by side, while Zhang Zhang Wuji fell behind to cover the rear.

Half an hour later, on top of a hill.

The mountain wind blew, the grass and trees swayed, and the branches of two withered locust trees shook chaotically.

A figure stood on the peak of the locust tree, hands behind his back, looking forward. Not far from his side, a stone tablet was stuck in the ground, inscribed with three vigorous characters—*Zhang Wuji Mountain*!

It was already midnight, and the surroundings were pitch black, with only the occasional howl of a wolf or the chirping of insects, adding a bit of desolation.

This person was one of the three great elders of the Demonic Cult, the Ghost Sword, the Ghost King!

Suddenly, a sound of rapid breathing came, waking the Ghost Sword.

The Ghost Sword turned slowly. Borrowing the moonlight, he could vaguely see a black shadow approaching rapidly.

The person who came was a woman, wearing black clothes and a bamboo hat, her appearance unclear. However, judging by her figure, she was a graceful and charming woman.

“You couldn’t escape after all.” The Ghost Sword snorted lightly, his eyes narrowing into a thin line.

The person stopped, took off her bamboo hat, and revealed a charming and pretty face. This woman was none other than the Mount Emei Sect disciple Jing Xu!

“Hmph, you don’t need to use reverse psychology. Since I dared to come out, I naturally held the determination to die!” Jing Xu said, her voice revealing a bit of weakness; her state seemed not good.

The Ghost Sword looked at Jing Xu with contempt and sneered, “Not bad, actually mastering the *Thousand-Fathom Cold Poison*.”

Jing Xu smiled coldly, “If I couldn’t even see through this little trick, I would be unworthy of being an Mount Emei disciple!” ===== CHAPTER 817 =====