Chapter 957

After wrapping Guihai Yidao up, even his figure could no longer be seen clearly.

Exchanging martial arts?

Your exchanging of martial arts could reach such a level?

Zhou Zhiruo looked at the evil qi before her eyes, thick as substance and blotting out the sky, and could not help but mutter a complaint in her heart.

Shangguan Haitang saw that she had just found an excuse, and Guihai Yidao on the other side had already unleashed a big move.

She was both embarrassed on the surface and deeply worried within.

Although Guihai Yidao was the number one Earth-rank guardian of the Dragon Guarding Shanzhuang, for the sake of revenge he had also practiced such evil blade arts as Dominating the World and the Three Blades of the Asura Path.

His strength had already risen to another level.

At the very least, Shangguan Haitang herself was already far from being Guihai Yidao's match.

But the one Guihai Yidao was now fighting was none other than one of Yunzhou Shaolin's three great divine monks—Master Liaokong.

The three divine monks Liaofan, Liaojie, and Liaokong were the predecessors of Wu Lin today who were of high virtue and prestige, and were also extremely powerful.

Having been stationed at Yunzhou Shaolin for so many years, they had quelled countless disputes in Wu Lin and sent countless violent and stubborn men of the jianghu to the afterlife.

Among them, Master Liaokong's One-Finger Zen skill was renowned throughout the world.

Hearing her adoptive father and Master speak so frankly, even they, when matched against Liaokong, expressed shock at the power of his single finger.

Now Guihai Yidao was being stubborn, insisting on recognizing Master Liaokong as his enemy.

And without any regard for himself, he unleashed the first blade of the Three Blades of the Asura Path.

At this moment the evil qi filled the sky, making Shangguan Haitang unable to see the battle, which naturally caused her to worry even more.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Guihai, the Three Blades of the Asura Path is truly one of the most evil blade arts of the evil path.

Having practiced it until today, you have already been invaded by evil qi.

If you continue to practice it, you will inevitably be harmed by the blade art and become its puppet.

The sea of suffering has no bounds—turn back, and the shore is at hand!"

Just at this moment, an aged voice came through. Shangguan Haitang listened and knew it was Master Liaokong's voice.

It would have been better if Liaokong had not spoken; once he did, Shangguan Haitang grew even more anxious.

So Guihai Yidao had already been invaded by evil qi—what was to be done about it?

"Kill…"

Guihai Yidao did not reply with half a word, only continuing to madly roar out the word "kill."

The evil qi over there suddenly shrank sharply.

In an instant, it all condensed onto the single blade in Guihai Yidao's hand.

Now when she looked at Guihai Yidao again, she saw his eyes blood-red and saliva drooling from the corner of his mouth.

Blade after blade was struck out, truly like a mad demon.

"This… really… Yidao has truly been controlled by evil qi.

What to do? What to do?"

Shangguan Haitang watched from afar, her heart in a tangled mess.

Zhou Zhiruo, seeing Guihai Yidao in such a state, could not help but knit her brows.

Placed in the Nine Provinces, this Three Blades of the Asura Path could hardly be considered a top-tier blade art of the Xie Sect.

Guihai Yidao of the Nine Provinces had not even managed to surface a single bubble before perishing in the battle of the Great Ming capital.

She had not expected that Guihai Yidao here would still use the Three Blades of the Asura Path.

Yet she did not know why he could be so terrifyingly powerful.

Such mad-demon-like blade moves—even Zhou Zhiruo, if matched against them, felt lingering fear.

What on earth was the reason?

The old monk fighting Guihai Yidao was clearly no weakling either.

Though his frame was thin and stooped, looking just like an old man in his twilight years.

Yet his movements were nimble, and each time he could use his body to dodge Guihai Yidao's vicious blade moves.

When he could not dodge, he would simply extend a single finger and lightly brush it aside.

It looked as though he had used hardly any force, yet he managed to receive Guihai Yidao's blade strike.

Originally, Zhou Zhiruo's purpose in coming here was to search for the Sky Fragrant Cardamom.

Who would have thought that upon arriving, she would witness such a scene, and for the moment she did not wish to leave.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a roar burst from Guihai Yidao's throat.

This sound was utterly unlike a human voice.

It shook Shangguan Haitang, whose cultivation was shallow, so that her spirit trembled and she did not know what had happened.

The next moment, she saw Guihai Yidao directly strike out with the blade that had condensed all his evil qi.

This time, old monk Liaokong had no way to avoid it.

Just as he was about to raise his left finger once more to brush aside the blade.

Suddenly, halfway through, his left hand withdrew.

He actually allowed Guihai Yidao's single blade, carrying boundless evil qi, to thrust straight into his abdomen.

Once the blade pierced in, the evil qi spread wildly.

Even though the old monk's cultivation was decent, under the ravages of such evil qi his face instantly turned ashen.

"This…"

It was unclear whether it was because all the evil qi had been channeled into the old monk's body, or because they had been thrown into confusion by the old monk's behavior.

Benefactor Guihai Yidao held the hilt of his blade, and his mind gradually cleared.

He stared at his own hands in disbelief, then looked at the old monk, whose face was ashen yet still wore a smile.

"Your great vengeance has been avenged. Remember to go find Liaofan and ask him to purge the evil Qi for you."

At this moment, with his end approaching, Liaokong showed not the slightest fear or sorrow; instead, his heart was calm and at peace.

Slowly, he separated his body from the blade, letting fresh blood pour out like a stream.

Then he walked lightly to the cliff edge nearby and sat down cross-legged.

"No…"

Shangguan Haitang felt her hair stand on end and immediately rushed forward.

Once again she used her sect's ultimate technique, trying to seal Liaokong's acupoints to stanch his bleeding.

Once again she fumbled a pill from her bosom, flustered and panicked, trying to feed it to Liaokong.

Liaokong, with a faint smile on his face, said to Shangguan Haitang,

"Lord Shangguan, there is no need.

Once the evil Qi has entered the body, even if the bleeding stops, this old monk cannot survive.

There is no need to waste Young Master Wuhen's spiritual medicine any further."

This pill was precisely the legendary wound-healing sacred medicine of Young Master Wuhen, Shangguan Haitang's master.

Before Shangguan Haitang could press it over, Liaokong merely flicked his finger lightly, sending the porcelain pill bottle back into Shangguan Haitang's bosom.

"But Master, you cannot die!"

Shangguan Haitang was extremely anxious—if Liaokong died by Benefactor Guihai Yidao's blade right in front of the people of Mount Emei Sect,

once word spread, Benefactor Guihai Yidao would not survive either.

How could that be allowed?

"You are worried that Benefactor Guihai Yidao will be implicated?"

Liaokong glanced at Zhou Zhiruo in the distance, his brows furrowing slightly.

This woman stood aloof from the world, breathtakingly beautiful, with extraordinary strength, yet no one could imagine what sect or faction she came from.

What Shangguan Haitang worried about, how could Liaokong not know?

"Set your mind at ease! Take Benefactor Guihai Yidao and go find Liaofan; he will help you both."

After saying these words, Liaokong intoned a Buddhist invocation.

His head drooped, and he simply passed away in seated meditation right then and there.

"Yidao, Yidao, what are we to do about this."