Identity Exposed

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King's expression remained calm and unchanging, like a deep pool. He said, "A single Beast King is worth a million soldiers. Since Your Excellency is willing to come and lend a helping hand, I have no other request."

"What about the agreement we made before, that I'd get 30% of the territory after it's all done?"

"My word is my bond, and I will certainly not go back on my word."

"Good! That's straightforward! Spirit King is indeed a man of great things, not one to fuss over such trivial matters. Your integrity is known throughout the land, unlike me. I swear on my parents' oaths and no one believes me. Those ungrateful subordinates all think I'm going out to find women and have an affair with my wife. Not one of them believes I'm going out to do anything worthwhile. It's outrageous! Even if you don't believe me, you should at least believe in Spirit King!"

The Beast King Anye kept rambling on, and the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King remained unperturbed, calmly and casually responding to him.

The Monster Race marched at an extremely fast pace, and having already moved towards Glazed Temple, they were less than 30 kilometers from their destination in less than half a day.

"Beast King, the attack on the south is in your hands now."

"No problem." The Beast King Anye patted his hairy chest and said, "Don't worry, I'm not good at anything else, but killing and arson are Beast King specialties. I guarantee those bald monks will cry for their fathers and mothers, and run away in terror."

After saying that, he strode away.

As Ghost Chariot watched him depart, he complained, "Spirit King, why should we give him 30% of the territory we fought so hard to conquer? He's all alone, without an army or even a single subordinate, yet he dares to ask for such an exorbitant amount. He's shameless!"

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King said with his hands behind his back, "If we can eliminate the great threat that is the Glazed Temple, what's wrong with giving him 30%? Without sufficient power, even if the territory is large, it cannot be defended. We can just ask him for it back later. Besides, the Eastern Martial World is still restrained by the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect. Do you think he can devote all his energy to protecting the territory of the Southern Martial World?"

Wu Da said, "Your Majesty's vision is far beyond Non-Self reach. Only by not worrying about immediate gains can we gain more. We don't need to worry about temporary losses; there will be greater rewards in the future. It may seem that we are at a disadvantage, but in reality, what we give away will eventually be returned."

Ghost Chariot realized something was wrong. How dare they steal Laozi spot as one of the first batch of sycophants! What audacity!

He was about to display his three divine skills, but with a major event looming, Spirit King had no time for his antics. He issued an order, "Generals, proceed according to plan. Lead your troops and set out. Once this battle is won and the Glazed Temple is destroyed, I will reward those who have rendered meritorious service. I will not mistreat any of my meritorious officials!"

"Yes, sir!"

The various monsters each led their troops and set off along different routes to surround Glazed Temple, intending to launch a simultaneous attack from all directions, making it difficult for Glazed Temple to defend itself from all sides.

Only Si Ming remained, holding his ground. The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King cast an inquiring glance at him, and Si Ming explained, "The Thousand Buddha Blood Sacrifice is accomplished today. I am unwilling to use ordinary monks for the sacrifice, but we will inevitably encounter obstacles along the way, forcing me to fight. Therefore, I hope to take advantage of the Spirit King's favorable winds to go straight to the core of the Glazed Temple and take their abbot as the sacrifice. I hope the Spirit King will grant my request."

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King pondered for a moment. If he were to reveal himself, the Glazed Temple would surely send experts to intercept him. Therefore, staying by his side would indeed make it the easiest to encounter eminent monks. It was not surprising that the Buddha-Slaying Monk had such a request.

"Very well, you're permitted. I'm also quite interested in seeing what this legendary Cefur weapon will look like after its complete transformation."

"We will certainly not disappoint the Spirit King."

The two sides joined forces and advanced towards the main gate of Glazed Temple. Glazed Temple was prepared and withdrew its forces, without setting up a defensive line on the outside to avoid being defeated one by one. However, this allowed the Monster Race army to advance unimpeded.

The army advanced to the majestic, religiously styled city gate. Sensing the abhorrent Buddhist aura permeating the air, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King frowned slightly. He raised his hand and unleashed a torrent of energy, sending the city gate flying and a large section of the city wall collapsing in the process.

Seeing the terrified monks behind the city wall, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King stepped forward and channeled his power, his voice carrying for miles. "Those who surrender, live; those who do not surrender, are reborn!"

Chapter 394 Identity Exposed

At the East Gate, the newly joined Zhu Mei, Ghost Wolf, and Pan E, were leading their troops in an attack, but what blocked their way was not the monks of Glazed Temple, but masters from the Western Martial World.

Pan E wielded not a pair of axes, but a spiked club. He had discarded the axes because of the shame of his defeat, but he was equally adept with the club. Every strike was extremely fierce, and his moves were simple and direct, without any unnecessary variations. Combined with his divine power, unless he encountered a monster like Si Ming again, it would be almost impossible for an ordinary person to gain the upper hand through skill.

"Fierce Flame Thunder Strike!"

Power of Anomalies burst forth, and black flames ignited on the spiked club, like will-o'-the-wisps surging from the deepest part of hell. As the thick arm rose and then swung diagonally downwards, the spiked club tore through space, revealing a semi-circular crack. Although it was just a flat sweep, it carried terrifying power, as if it could destroy the entire city in one fell swoop.

However, Pan E failed to break through the defenses as he wished. Although those who blocked him were far weaker than him, they were not easy opponents.

"Sever the Mortal World!"

The mysterious and profound slash seemed to carry the Zen principles of the Buddha's teachings. With a Blink of light, it even cut off attachments, causing all evil thoughts and desires to fade away and severing all worldly troubles. The Monster Race was originally formed from attachments, and this slash could be called its natural enemy.

Pan E was inevitably affected. His spiked club faltered for a moment, and his unified internal energy revealed a flaw. The opponent slashed into his point of impact, causing his internal energy to surge backward!

If an ordinary expert were to encounter such a situation, they would probably drop their weapon. However, Pan E strength and was able to draw upon the power of the earth in time, managing to force his opponent back with less than 30% of his power.

"Ananda Saber Technique! Tyrant Saber Dai Wen, aren't you a traitor to Buddhist School? You suffered humiliation at the hands of that bald monk back then, so why are you protecting the Glazed Temple today?"

Pan E recognized the swordsmanship used by the other party at a glance, and also recognized his identity.

"Hmph, I do indeed dislike those in the Buddhist School and wish to wash away the shame of being expelled from my sect. But that doesn't mean I'll stand by and watch you destroy Glazed Temple. Even if I want revenge, I will only rely on my own strength. If you destroy Glazed Temple, who will I take revenge on?"

Dai Wen did not give an inch, his blade flashing as he entangled Pan E, preventing him from escaping.

On the other side, Ghost Wolf unleashed a series of illusions, transforming the eerie ghostly aura into a scene of hell, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

However, his opponent also possessed unpredictable and ever-changing Swordsmanship, always attacking from tricky angles, making him impossible to defend against.

"Sword Elder Sang Bingyuan, why are people from the Western Martial World getting involved in the mess of the Southern Martial World?"

"Heh heh heh, weren't you originally a member of the Monster Race of the Western Martial World? Did you think that by siding with the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King, you could change your registered status? We're like a turtle and a tortoise, neither of us should laugh at the other."

Sword Elder Sang Bingyuan let out a strange, whistling laugh, using his unpredictable Swordsmanship to hold off Ghost Wolf, preventing him from breaking through the defenses.

In the third battlefield, Si Shuiyun, Shen Wumian, and Kou Feng, three top experts, cooperated to fight the Flying Zombie Zhu Mei. None of the three were at the Grandmaster level, and they were clearly inferior. They could not hurt the Zombie Race, which was famous for its copper tendons and iron bones. However, their aim was to buy time, and they had no intention of winning. For the time being, they did not have to worry about being defeated.

"Was it expected that the Heavenly Martial Alliance and the Glazed Temple would join forces? After seeing you rescue the remnants of the Glazed Temple's army at the Seven Stars Palace, I anticipated that you might become reinforcements for the Glazed Temple. But are you truly confident that you can save the Glazed Temple, rather than being dragged down and drowned?"

With a single palm strike, Zhu Mei repelled Shen Wumian. Then, she unleashed her Kou Feng and attacked Kou Feng, the weakest among them, intending to break through one corner first. However, the shadow beneath her feet suddenly leaped up, as if it had come to life, and swung its arm like a blade, slashing down. The thin shadow had no thickness and looked like a piece of paper.

The Zhu Mei Demon hadn't taken it seriously and casually raised its hand to block, but to its surprise, its skin, which was as tough as iron, was easily cut through and had no effect at all. It immediately gathered its inner energy and unleashed its power, shattering the black shadow into pieces.

She glanced down at the inch-deep bloodstain on her arm, then looked at the true culprit Si Shuiyun, and said, "To penetrate the void with nothingness, I never imagined such martial arts existed in the world. It's truly unheard of. It's a pity your cultivation is too poor and your speed isn't fast enough, otherwise that attack just now would have been enough to severely injure me."

As she spoke, the wound on her arm had already healed.

Si Shuiyun snorted. Although the result was as expected, she was still a little disappointed. She had missed this opportunity to take the enemy by surprise, and it would be impossible to seriously injure the opponent again. Fortunately, this mission was not about killing the enemy. As long as she could buy time, she would be considered to have succeeded. So she continued to threaten Zhu Mei with the Void Shadow Killing Technique, forcing her to be distracted and dodge.

The generals were held back, and their men were also bogged down in the mire. The experts of the Heavenly Martial Alliance, driven by the high contribution points rewards, fought fiercely against the Monster Race. Their weapons were imbued with Buddhist seals, which effectively countered the Monster Race's physical regeneration abilities, making it difficult for their wounds to heal.