Chapter 325

189 - Handsome for no more than three seconds, the frustrated Duan Siping! (Subscribe at your own discretion)

189 - Handsome for no more than three seconds, the frustrated Duan Siping! (Subscribe at your own discretion)

Back to the Tianlong Temple.

As the melee broke out,

the Tianlong Temple side gradually began to appear somewhat overstretched.

Although, with Master Kurong's strength, in a one-on-one fight, none of those present were his match.

But the problem was,

there were simply too many martial artists surrounding him.

And they weren't giving him the slightest chance for a solo duel.

Therefore,

under the joint siege of several top experts, he fell into a disadvantage.

He could only barely hold on without being defeated.

Even he was in such a state,

let alone the monks he had brought along.

It was foreseeable

that, if the current situation continued,

it wouldn't take much longer

before the Tianlong Temple side would be defeated.

Duan Zhengchun, who had also seen this point,

felt the heavy stone that had just settled in his heart immediately rise again.

A cold sweat unconsciously gathered in his palms.

"You bald thief, no need to keep struggling stubbornly. I advise you to obediently admit defeat."

"Otherwise, once word gets out, it won't look good on your face!"

As if sensing victory was within his grasp,

the leading blade-wielder, while slashing with his saber, began to urge surrender.

But the tone between the lines,

no matter how one listened, didn't sound like persuading surrender at all.

Instead, it was tinged with a hint of excitement.

Hearing these words,

Master Kurong showed not the slightest ripple.

On the contrary, a trace of derisive smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

On his old face, a flash of mockery passed by even more.

Seeing this, the blade-wielder

filled his eyes with simmering rage.

He immediately stopped holding back.

The movements of his hands also intensified along with it.

"Amitabha!!"

Just at this moment,

a plain Buddhist chant rang out from the void.

The voice was not loud,

yet amid the clamorous sounds of fighting, it clearly transmitted into the ears of everyone present.

Almost in an instant,

everyone present was stunned in unison.

They subconsciously stopped fighting and one after another pulled back to create distance.

"What rat from where?!"

"Hiding your head and showing your tail — what kind of skill is that!"

"If you've got the guts, step out here!!"

The leading few men roared out.

Their gazes searched all around,

attempting to find the owner of the voice.

"Hmph!"

"Your cultivation isn't high, but your temper certainly is!"

"Since that's the case, then as you wish!!"

Following a cold snort,

everyone felt only a blur before their eyes.

Then,

a monk draped in a kasaya, his complexion composed, appeared out of thin air not far from Master Kurong's side.

Seeing this scene,

the pupils of everyone present shrank slightly, and a wave of horror surged in their hearts!

Although this monk appeared to have not the slightest bit of imposing aura,

But with just this one move, no one dared to underestimate him!!

"May I ask your esteemed name?"

He furrowed his brows in deep thought for a while.

Always had no memory of this knife-wielding swordsman before him.

He bowed slightly and spoke up.

The face that had been full of arrogance just now.

Also became solemn at this moment.

"You are not worthy to know my name!"

"I protect them!"

"Get out!"

He glanced at him with contempt.

Duan Siping said coldly.

That simple, brutal, dominant, and tyrannical tone.

Filled with absolute authority!

As soon as these words were spoken.

Everyone's expressions instantly darkened.

A flicker of displeasure passed through their eyes.

Wanted to lash out.

But restrained by the opponent's unfathomable strength.

In the end, they could only suppress their resentment deep within.

They fell silent.

"What?"

"Do I have to invite you myself?!"

Seeing they still made no move.

A cold expression crossed Duan Siping's face.

His tone grew colder as well.

Everyone shuddered.

They glared hatefully at Duan Zhengchun, whose face showed relief.

Their lips twitched twice.