166: A Fei is famous all over the world

The Shaolin monks watched in utter shock.

Great Master Xinzhu was the head of the Luohan Hall, his martial arts second only to Abbot Xinhu in the temple, and his Dragon Claw Hand skill had reached the Transcendent stage. Yet, he was being forced into a disadvantage by this Bai Tianyu, who had appeared out of nowhere?

Bai Tianyu's Saber Technique was simply unreasonably overbearing!

"He's stealing your kill, A Fei!"

You Longsheng said with a strange laugh, "This guy is stealing your chance to make a name for yourself. Isn't that infuriating?"

A Fei gripped the sword in his hand, "Infuriating! Too infuriating!"

"Clang!"

Another deafening explosion!

Bai Tianyu's black saber and Great Master Xinzhu's Dragon Claw Hand clashed again, and the violent Qi energy stirred up a ripple of dust from the ground.

Great Master Xinzhu grunted, staggering back three steps. An abnormal flush rose on his aged face, and the sleeve of his monk's robe was torn by the sharp Saber Qi, revealing his withered but sinewy arm.

His eyes were filled with shock and anger as he retreated repeatedly.

"Hahaha! Old monk, you're no good!" Bai Tianyu stood with his saber, laughing heartily, his Aura like a rainbow:

"For me, the fourth best in the world, defeating you is still too easy!"

Before he finished speaking, the tragic Saber Intent on his body surged again, and a bloody light seemed to flow on the black saber, chilling one's heart.

Great Master Xinzhu's face was ashen. Just as he was about to suppress his injuries and step forward again, a steady hand pressed on his shoulder.

"Junior Brother, step down." Abbot Xinhu had appeared behind him at some point, his voice low and weary:

"You are not his opponent. Old Man Tianji died at Shangguan Jinhong's hands, Lu Fengxian died at Lu Jiuyuan's hands. Bai Tianyu's saber is connected to his heart, his ranking rises daily, and its power grows daily."

"Abbot Senior Brother!" Xinzhu was unwilling.

Abbot Xinhu shook his head, his gaze passing over Bai Tianyu and finally landing on Lu Jiuyuan, who was in the bamboo chair.

Lu Jiuyuan maintained the posture of resting his hand on his forehead, his eyes slightly closed, as if indifferent to the fierce battle before him, or perhaps truly taking a tired nap.

At this moment, he opened his eyes again, looked at Bai Tianyu, and sighed.

Helping to mediate, but not thoroughly mediating.

Although he blocked one person, he didn't have Killing Intent when he struck.

What's the situation now? It's not for you to show mercy and act as a peacemaker.

Instead, I have already killed 108 of his Luohan monks; this is a deep-seated grudge of life and death!

How good it would be to give this chance to A Fei; why should you snatch his chance to stand out?

Bang!

Lu Jiuyuan flicked the wine jar with his hand, and the wine jar placed on the chair directly fell to the ground and shattered, spilling wine everywhere.

A few drops of wine on his fingertips transformed into an ice needle, instantly disappearing.

Xinzhu, who was retreating, paused. A red dot appeared between his eyebrows, his eyes widened, and he slowly sat down cross-legged on the ground.

"amitabha!"

At this moment, everyone's gaze fell on Lu Jiuyuan: "Since you've stepped onto the stage, you must determine victory and defeat, life and death. How can you retreat just like that? Please continue!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Tianyu's bold smile stiffened slightly, then turned into a hint of shame.

He glanced at the shattered wine jar and spilled wine on the ground, then looked at Lu Jiuyuan, who sat calmly yet with deep eyes in the bamboo chair. He cupped his fists and said in a deep voice, "It was my recklessness, Brother Lu, please don't mind."

He sheathed his saber and retreated to the side cleanly, completely yielding the battlefield.

He understood that Lu Jiuyuan wanted not reconciliation, but a complete resolution and a display of power.

His actions just now could not satisfy either party; they would only offend both sides.

A Fei took two steps forward.

Everyone's gaze instantly focused on A Fei.

A Fei took a deep breath. The slight stiffness and awkwardness he initially felt from being the center of attention vanished in an instant.

When battle arrived, his mind was left with only the sword in his hand and the enemy before him.

He walked step by step into the arena, his steps steady: "A Fei, come and fight!"

Abbot Xinhu looked left and right, finally settling his gaze on his Junior Brother Xinshu.

Great Master Xinshu was known among the seven great Shaolin heads for his composure and wisdom. Although his martial arts were not the strongest, his set of Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill had grasped its essence.

He stepped forward, his face filled with compassion mixed with solemnity, and pressed his palms together: "amitabha.

Little benefactor, why is your Killing Intent so heavy? The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back, and the shore is there."

A Fei's answer was simple and direct, only two words: "Make your move."

His sword was already slightly raised, that simple, broken sword.

"Little benefactor, why do you keep people at arm's length? That Lu Jiuyuan is not a good person. His identity is not simple, and choosing to display his might at Shaolin harbors a great conspiracy..."

"Shut up! Old villain, at this point, you still dare to sow discord!" A Fei shouted:

"Alas!" Great Master Xinshu saw that A Fei's Killing Intent was resolute and said no more.

He took a deep breath. His old but clean kasaya moved without wind, slowly billowing, and a powerful, profound Qi energy permeated from him as its center.

"Since that is the case, this old monk will use this Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill to experience the little benefactor's swift sword."

A Fei no longer replied.

Instead, he moved instantly!

Without warning, A Fei's figure transformed into a pale blue afterimage, rushing straight towards Xinshu!

Fast! Extremely fast!

Three points faster than everyone had expected!

It was a speed that discarded all complexity, born only for slaughter!

Great Master Xinshu's pupils constricted, and he shouted, "Hmph!"

The billowing kasaya swept out like an iron plate. Powerful Internal Energy was infused within it, carrying the immense strength of a demon-subduing Vajra, rolling towards A Fei.

This sweep covered a vast area, with sharp winds, enough to shatter boulders.

A Fei's wrist flicked, and the sword tip trembled, turning into several cold stars. Not only did it avoid the kasaya, but it also counter-stabbed the Laogong acupoint in Xinshu's palm.

Xinshu changed his move. With a roll of his kasaya, he struck out with a palm, precisely the Shaolin Prajna Palm.

A Fei retreated rapidly, not daring to meet it head-on. His body spun, the sword following his movement, and he stabbed out again!

This sword was three points faster!

As if all spirit, will, and life were condensed into this one thrust!

The sword light flashed!

Great Master Xinshu's striking palm was still suspended in mid-air, but his gaze had solidified, filled with shock and a hint of relief.

A Fei's sword had pierced his throat.

That simple, broken sword was now dripping warm blood.

A Fei slowly withdrew his sword.

Great Master Xinshu's body swayed, then he pressed his palms together, slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, softly chanted a Buddhist prayer, and his head drooped, having already breathed his last.

Another instant kill.

The head of Shaolin's Damo Academy, Great Master Xinshu, was killed!

The entire scene was dead silent.

If Lu Jiuyuan's sword breaking the Luohan Formation was an overbearing crush, an overwhelming dominance, then A Fei's two incredibly simple swords were cold and efficient, equally chilling.

You Longsheng licked his lips, whispering excitedly, "A Fei's sword... so good..."

Abbot Xinhu and the other heads' faces were already ashen, their bodies trembling slightly.

Within a single day, both heads, Xinzhu and Xinshu, were lost, and all 108 Luohan were annihilated!

Shaolin's centuries-old foundation was severely damaged!

"amitabha... a sin, a sin..."

Abbot Xinhu closed his eyes, in immense pain.

Lu Jiuyuan finally spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of laziness:

"Abbot, the Luohan Formation is broken, and two heads have fallen.

Do you still want to try? Don't worry, I don't care how many of you there are, nor do I care how many of you will die!"

"I only care whether you choose to keep Lin Xianer, or choose to have Shaolin Temple removed from existence?"

He straightened slightly, his gaze like cold lightning sweeping across the remaining few shocked and angry heads:

"Or do you think I'm already at the end of my rope, and you want to try again to see if you can kill me?

By the way, I remember Shaolin has seven heads, and we've only killed two. Why are there only three left out here?

Great Master Xinmei is dead, where is Great Master Xin Jian?"

"I might as well tell you the truth: I did indeed use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Skill.

My body is indeed severely injured. If you want to eliminate this Devil Head, you still need to exert more effort."

Looking at Lu Jiuyuan in the chair, Abbot Xinhu sighed deeply, as if he had aged ten years in an instant. He knew that from the moment the 108 Luohan Formation was broken, Shaolin was beyond salvation.

It would be best to kill this person; if not, they must admit defeat.

To continue fighting would only lead to annihilation. The first plan was useless; activate the second plan.

He slowly opened his eyes, which were filled with sorrow and weariness. He waved his hand, his voice hoarse:

"Enough... enough... Karma cycles, retribution is swift. Junior Brother Xindeng, bring the person out."

"Yes, Abbot Senior Brother!"