Chapter 992

From afar, he saw the blade in Liaojie's chest, and Liaofan flew into a rage.

"Guihai Yidao, you truly are a fiend of the deepest dye.

First you slew my junior brother Liaokong, and now you brazenly murdered my junior brother Liaojie.

If I do not kill you today, I swear I am no man."

Liaofan shot straight up into the sky, struck out with a palm, and enveloped Guihai Yidao within its force from every angle, leaving no blind spot.

Guihai Yidao stood wooden and dazed, utterly unaware.

Just as Liaofan's palm was about to land on Guihai Yidao's body—

Suddenly, an immensely thick surge of true essence erupted from beside Guihai Yidao.

Though Liaofan's palm force was terrifying, it failed to break through this surge of true essence.

"Master Liaofan, please accept my condolences."

From beside Guihai Yidao, the figure of Cao Zhengchun stepped out.

He wore a genial expression as he said to Liaofan,

"The dead are gone. If you were to kill Guihai Yidao in private now, it would hardly be fitting.

Better to take Master Liaojie's corpse, along with this murder weapon, and head to Yunzhou Shaolin.

Before the eyes of every martial brother under heaven, hold the Tudao Assembly.

And gouge out the heart of this wolf-hearted, dog-lunged Guihai Yidao, to offer as sacrifice to the heavens."

Cao Zhengchun's sudden appearance was naturally drawn by the Jin Gang Lion's Roar Liaojie had just unleashed.

He was overjoyed to see Guihai Yidao once again kill Liaojie in public.

But seeing Liaofan throw caution to the wind, wanting to kill Guihai Yidao, he actually did not want Guihai Yidao to die just like that.

Therefore he acted without hesitation, snatching Guihai Yidao from Liaofan's hands.

With his attack blocked, some of the fury in Liaofan's heart eased.

Hearing Cao Zhengchun's words, and recalling the great price he had paid to convene this Tudao Assembly, he knew it truly could not end so hastily.

"Good! This poor monk shall take Guihai Yidao straight away and go hold the Tudao Assembly."

Liaofan sealed the vital acupoints all over Guihai Yidao's body with a tap, then bowed once toward Liaojie's corpse and chanted a passage of rebirth sutras.

Only then did he, with one hand clamping Guihai Yidao and the other lifting Liaojie's corpse, head toward Yunzhou Shaolin.

"Master Liaofan, this Guihai Yidao is utterly mad—he killed Master Liaokong first, then Master Liaojie.

Judging by his temperament and Wu Gong, he clearly could not have committed so many evils on his own.

I suspect there is someone else behind him pulling the strings. Later, you must interrogate him carefully in public!"

Cao Zhengchun watched this fine show from afar and called out a single line.

"Rest assured, Superintendent. This poor monk understands."

How could Liaofan not know what he meant? He answered in kind.

781 — Who among you will bear the blame?

"Zhou Zhiruo is still where she was?"

Watching Liaofan's figure gradually vanish, Cao Zhengchun asked the empty air.

The figure of an Eastern Depot master slowly appeared, cupped his fist in salute, and said,

"Reporting to the Superintendent—she is indeed still there!"

"What on earth did this Zhou Zhiruo come to Yunzhou Shaolin for? Truly just to watch the excitement?"

Cao Zhengchun found it utterly strange.

Earlier, Zhou Zhiruo had not hesitated to fight fiercely against him in order to protect Shangguan Haitang and Guihai Yidao.

Yet this time, when she appeared again, she only stood there idly chatting with Master Yeyu.

With such a great commotion on the back mountain, she had not even stepped over—truly strange beyond words.

But the stranger it was, the less Cao Zhengchun wanted to act immediately.

He always felt this Zhou Zhiruo seemed not to be the real Zhou Zhiruo.

"This one does not know. Benefactor Tiezhua Feiying ordered this one to ask the Superintendent—whether to act?"

The eight great masters of the Eastern Depot had long been deployed around Zhou Zhiruo.

The moment Cao Zhengchun gave the order, the eight would strike together at once.

"No rush. The Tudao Assembly is about to begin. Let us first finish dealing with Zhu Tie Dan's matter, then talk."

Cao Zhengchun knit his brow, and finally decided to keep watching.

In any case, the Tudao Assembly was about to convene. Not only could it be used against Zhuge Shenhou lurking in the background,

it could also draw out whatever was odd about Zhou Zhiruo.

After all, Zhou Zhiruo had earlier even stepped forward for Guihai Yidao.

"As you command."

The man immediately accepted the order and departed.

Cao Zhengchun thought no more of it, flashed his body, and headed toward Yunzhou Shaolin.

Yunzhou Shaolin, before the Mahavira Hall.

A crowd of jianghu figures and Wu Lin sect leaders were debating which master of Yunzhou Shaolin could possibly have unleashed such a terrifying Jin Gang Lion's Roar divine skill.

Suddenly, they saw Liaofan descend from the sky, Guihai Yidao in one hand and a corpse in the other.

"Everyone, this Guihai Yidao is utterly detestable.

Not only did he slay three great martial masters of the Wu Lin—Jian Jingfeng, Fire Qilin, and my junior brother Liaokong—

he has now, by treacherous means, murdered my junior brother Liaojie.

This man's crimes are so heinous they truly cannot be fully written even on a thousand bamboos.

This humble monk earnestly implores everyone to uphold justice for Yunzhou Shaolin!"

Saying so, Liaofan wept openly on the spot, sobbing until he could barely speak.

"Ah? Master Liaojie, this this this…"

"Ah! That blade really did strike from behind — clearly catching Master Liaojie off guard."

"Guihai Yidao would stoop to something so despicable?"

The moment the crowd saw Liaojie's corpse, they immediately began to talk among themselves.

Those present were none other than Wu Lin sect leaders and faction elders.

Setting aside their Wu Gong, they certainly had sharp eyes.

Just one casual glance was enough to tell how Liaojie had died.

And seeing the bloodstained blade Liaofan had flung to the ground, how could they not know what had happened?

Looking again at Guihai Yidao's wooden, stunned face, an evil aura kept surfacing upon it.

In an instant, they all believed Liaofan's words.

"Guihai Yidao is truly so detestable — I suggest we kill him right now!"

The speaker was the head of Bada Sect's Huashan Sect.

"Right! There's no need to show mercy to a fiend like this."

The head of Qingcheng Sect chimed in.

"But everyone — Guihai Yidao is the adopted son of that one. If we truly kill him, won't we have offended that one?"

At this moment another elder spoke, his face darkening with displeasure.

That one, of course, was none other than Zhu Wushi, the Iron-Blooded Divine Marquis!

Long ago, the Invincible Urchin wrought havoc across the jianghu; at the shores of Lake Tai, several hundred experts of Bada Sect were all slain by the Invincible Urchin.

Their entire cultivation was drained away by him as well.

At this moment of peril for the Wu Lin, it was precisely the Imperial Prince, the Iron-Blooded Divine Marquis Zhu Wushi, who stepped forward.

After a bloody battle with the Invincible Urchin, he finally forced that demon to draw a line as his prison, confined within the Heavenly Prison.

From that battle onward, not only was Zhu Wushi's supreme divine might cemented, but no one ever dared challenge him again.

Guihai Yidao happened to be precisely Zhu Wushi's adopted son.

That was why he could commit such evils across the jianghu and still have no one dare call him to account.

Had Benefactor Guihai not slain three great experts in a row, the Tudao Assembly would never have been convened no matter what.

"What you've said there just isn't right.