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Xiao Feng and Duan Zhengchun exchanged a glance, both with a hint of embarrassment on their faces.
Duan Zhengchun already knew that A'Zhu was his daughter, and that Xiao Feng would most likely become his son-in-law.
Because of A'Zhu, Xiao Feng didn't want Duan Yu and Duan Zhengchun to be implicated, so he advised, "Second Brother, you shouldn't get involved in today's events. Go back with Prince Duan."
Duan Yu panicked.
Duan Zhengchun reached out and pulled Duan Yu back, shaking his head with a sullen face. The current situation was indeed beyond the reach of the Duan family.
Despite the tense situation, Chu Yang yawned, lazily walked to Xiao Feng's side, patted the other's shoulder and said, "You don't need to get involved either, just go with them."
Xiao Feng was stunned.
He had just said that to Duan Yu.
"Don't put Prince Duan in a difficult position. After all, A'Zhu is his daughter. It's unlikely that he would really stand idly by. If something happens, it will be A'Zhu who suffers the most."
"and……"
"To put it bluntly, even if everyone standing here is my enemy, they are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs to me, utterly vulnerable."
The powerful confidence instantly infected Xiao Feng. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist and took a few steps back. Instead of leaving immediately, he stood by the carriage like a guard.
This was the biggest concession Xiao Feng could make; he could choose not to interfere, but he had to do something to repay the kindness.
Helping Chu Yang take care of Huang Rong and Li Mochou in the carriage is the best choice.
"Come on, what are you waiting for? Do you want me to kill you all one by one?"
Chu Yang chuckled and waved to Murong Bo and his son, paused for a moment, and then made the same gesture in all directions.
The uproar was deafening.
Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang both had solemn expressions; they sensed the killing intent emanating from Chu Yang.
Excitement flashed in Murong Bo's eyes. If he could lead the heroes to kill Chu Yang and Xiao Feng today, the prestige of him and his son would reach an awe-inspiring level.
With this prestige, the restoration of the Great Yan Kingdom is within reach!
"Gentlemen, follow me and kill!"
Murong Bo roared to the sky and transformed into a gray shadow as he attacked Chu Yang. He decided to fight to the death and leave the fruits of his labor to Murong Fu to inherit!
There was a huge crowd.
Those sect leaders who knew they were doomed followed closely behind, charging towards Chu Yang with Murong Bo, their respective disciples also rushing forward with bloodshot eyes.
Two of Murong Bo's fingers were crippled by Chu Yang, leaving him no choice but to use the Weituo Palm technique against him. Chu Yang neither dodged nor evaded, allowing Murong Bo's palms to strike his body.
dong dong dong.
A dull sound rang out, and Murong Bo felt as if his palms had struck bronze, which was incredibly hard. The force of the impact made his finger bones and arms feel as if they were breaking.
"I thought I'd see something interesting, but you ended up being so boring."
Murong Bo looked up and met Chu Yang's cold eyes, causing his heart to skip a beat.
He turned to leave, but a terrifying suction force came from behind him.
Chu Yang grabbed his neck.
The shadow of death loomed over him, and Murong Bo could no longer remain calm. He cried out for help, his hands flailing wildly towards the air.
No! Stop!
Click.
Murong Bo's body suddenly stiffened, and then his arm fell limply to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Murong Fu's eyes widened in fury, "Father!!!"
In the blink of an eye, the once arrogant Murong Bo was now dead, startling the sect leaders into stopping in their tracks.
"Stop now, you will still die."
Chu Yang smiled kindly, like a friendly older brother next door.
One sentence was enough to suppress their briefly restored rationality, their eyes bloodshot, giving them the air of desperados.
They followed one after another.
More and more people are dying.
Corpses were piled up at Chu Yang's feet.
"Since you like calling me a demon so much, I have to do something worthy of that title."
Chu Yang spoke truthfully as he killed people.
In the end, no one dared to step forward anymore. In front of the Great Buddha Hall, corpses lay strewn across the field, and blood flowed like a river.
It was unclear whose weapon had fallen to the ground.
With a loud crash, everyone was awakened.
The remaining sect leaders and disciples dropped their weapons one after another, trembling as they prostrated themselves on the ground, repeatedly kneeling and bowing to Chu Yang.
Chu Yang looked at them indifferently, "Aren't you going to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path anymore?"
They dared not answer, and kept kowtowing, some even with their heads covered in blood, they dared not stop.
Zhang Sanfeng closed his eyes in anguish. He tried his best to avoid this scene, but things didn't go as planned.
Feng Qingyang sighed and turned to leave.
Yue Buqun, still shaken, followed behind him.
So close, just a hair's breadth away, the Huashan Sect would have ended up like this group of people...
Linghu Chong carried his unconscious junior sister as they walked slowly, somewhat lost in thought.
The scene of Chu Yang killing people kept replaying in his mind. He originally wanted to stop him, but Feng Qingyang held him tightly and he couldn't move.
Even if I charged in, I'd still die, right?
What is the point of practicing swordsmanship?
Linghu Chong became increasingly distressed as he thought about it, his expression shifting between ferocity and pain.
Chu Yang stepped through the pool of blood back to the carriage, looking at Li Mochou and the little dragon girl sleeping in her arms.
"From today onwards, all your grudges and grievances with this martial world will be wiped clean."
Li Mochou was already in tears, and nodded vigorously.
Blood flowed like a river in front of the main hall.
Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, Abbot Xuanci's face was ashen, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
After this battle, Shaolin Temple's reputation will forever be tied to Chu Yang.
Zhang Sanfeng looked sorrowful and silently recited the Taoist Rebirth Sutra.
"You will not live if you do your own evil."
Feng Qingyang listened to the scriptures and spoke calmly.
Chu Yang emerged from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his sky-blue robes unstained by a single drop of blood.
He walked to Abbot Xuanci's side and looked at him indifferently, "Although Shaolin did not take action, as the host, you also have a responsibility."
Abbot Xuanci smiled bitterly and said, "As the sect leader, can I face death alone?"
Chu Yang shook his head and pointed to Xiao Feng beside the carriage, "Your life belongs to him."
Xiao Feng strode up to Abbot Xuanci, his cold eyes filled with murderous intent. Murong Bo, the mastermind behind the scenes, had been killed by Chu Yang. If he wanted revenge, he could only seek out Abbot Xuanci, who held a high position in the martial arts world.
"Amitabha Buddha, all the faults are mine alone. I hope Benefactor Xiao can forgive the other monks of Shaolin Temple. Don't forget that your master, Xuanku, was also a Shaolin disciple..."
Thinking of his former mentor, Xiao Feng's murderous aura suddenly weakened.
"Death to the old thief!"
While Xiao Feng was still hesitating, a black figure descended from the sky and landed in front of Abbot Xuanci, directly shattering his heart meridian with a palm strike.
Abbot Xuanci coughed up blood, clutched his chest, and collapsed to the ground, a string of prayer beads falling from his body and shattering into pieces.
The man in black glanced at Xiao Feng and then used his lightness skill to escape the scene.
Xiao Feng snapped out of his shock and quickly caught up with the man in black, and they both disappeared.
"Given Xiao Feng's personality, he is very likely not to kill you. Xiao Yuanshan knew this, which is why he suddenly appeared."
Chu Yang squatted down, picked up a prayer bead, and placed it in Abbot Xuanci's palm.
Upon hearing the name "Xiao Yuanshan," Abbot Xuanci's eyes suddenly flashed with an inexplicable light, and his breathing quickened. "So that's how it is, so that's how it is. Evil has its retribution..."
The moment Abbot Xuanci collapsed, many monks rushed out of the Great Buddha Hall, some calling for the abbot, some for their senior brothers, and some for their master and uncles.
Chu Yang stepped aside a few paces, giving his place to the group of monks, and stepped forward as they cried and wailed.
He was going to the library.
"Benefactor Chu, this old monk deserves his punishment. Could you please spare the other monks of Shaolin Temple?"
Abbot Xuanci seemed to have a final burst of energy before death, and his voice became extremely loud.
Chu Yang nodded and continued on his way.