Great Battle with Golden Dragon Abbot

Golden Dragon Abbot grabbed the unconscious Uncle Jiu, ready to throw him to the Bronze Armor Corpse to drain his blood.

Just then, with a creak, the Mortuary's doors opened.

A gust of sand blew in, and within the sandstorm was a figure.

The figure was wrapped in night-black clothing, with a bulging package tied around their waist.

This figure was none other than Bai Yu.

He said in a hoarse voice:

"The sandstorm outside is fierce, may I come in for a cup of wine?"

Golden Dragon Abbot's eyes flashed sharply as he stared intently at Bai Yu.

Judging from the Blood Essence intensity of the newcomer, they were at least a Fourth-Rank Martial Artist.

Golden Dragon Abbot laughed heartily:

"Easy to say, this humble monk will treat you to a pot of wine."

He had no wine on him, so he took a wine gourd from Uncle Jiu's waist and tossed it over.

This toss already used fifty percent of his inner force.

The seemingly ordinary wine gourd spun rapidly in the air, emitting a whistling sound as it shot straight for Bai Yu's face.

This move seemed ordinary, but it was Golden Dragon Abbot testing the waters.

If the newcomer took it head-on, the wine gourd would shatter, and the wine would splash, leaving an opening. Golden Dragon Abbot would naturally take the opportunity to attack.

If the newcomer dodged, it would indicate a lack of confidence and nothing to worry about.

A smile appeared on Golden Dragon Abbot's lips as he stared intently at Bai Yu.

Bai Yu immediately reacted and naturally wouldn't show any weakness.

He reached out with his right hand, like Azure Dragon Grasps, and immediately caught the wine gourd.

Then, his body twisted, like a Coiling Serpent, neutralizing the force on the wine gourd.

He tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of wine, laughing:

"Good wine!"

A bit more gravity appeared on Golden Dragon Abbot's face.

To catch the wine gourd so easily meant that the newcomer's strength was not to be underestimated, either possessing profound skill or innate strength.

In any case, they were no pushover.

Golden Dragon Abbot plastered a kind smile on his face and said:

"Since Benefactor has drunk the wine, then be on your way quickly."

"The Mortuary has heavy baleful aura, even more so than the sandstorm outside."

He couldn't see through Bai Yu's true strength and didn't want to clash with Bai Yu.

His words carried a hint of warning, telling Bai Yu to leave quickly.

Bai Yu, however, said:

"To have wine without meat, how regrettable."

"Master treats me to wine, I treat Master to meat, we'll be even."

With that, he took a package from his waist and tossed it over.

Golden Dragon Abbot casually slapped out, sending out a force that caught the package.

The next moment, his expression changed.

Inside the package was actually a human head!

His eldest disciple Jueming's head!

Golden Dragon Abbot's expression changed, but he quickly returned to normal, laughing:

"Benefactor speaks truly, good wine goes with good meat."

"I give you a pot of wine, you return me a piece of meat, a peck and a drink, not touching karma, excellent, excellent."

He took out a monk's blade from his waist, cut off an ear from the head, and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing as if he were eating pig's head meat.

His face still wore a charitable smile.

The next moment, he threw down the monk's blade, darted out like a leopard, and slammed a palm towards Bai Yu.

"Corpse Mound Palm!"

Golden Dragon Abbot's palm instantly turned pale white, like a skeleton.

The shape of a skull faintly appeared in the center of his palm!

A glint flashed in Bai Yu's eyes, and he immediately drew a heavy iron monk's blade, swinging it to meet the attack.

A flash of bright blade light passed, and the monk's blade slashed onto Golden Dragon Abbot's palm.

"Clang!" A crisp sound rang out, like metal striking metal.

Golden Dragon Abbot's palms were completely unharmed!

He couldn't help but smile smugly.

This Corpse Mound Palm was his signature technique.

It was a heretical martial art that had to be practiced in a corpse forest.

Once mastered, the palms were not only impervious to blades and spears but also carried corpse poison.

Golden Dragon Abbot repeatedly struck out with his palms, creating gusts of wind as he aimed for Bai Yu's vital points.

Bai Yu hurriedly brandished his blade in defense, and the two became locked in battle.

Golden Dragon Abbot's palms were indeed impervious to weapons.

Each time they clashed, Bai Yu's monk's blade not only failed to cut him but was instead slightly deformed by the impact.

After a moment, the skull ghost faces on Golden Dragon Abbot's palms became even more distinct.

He roared and thrust out his right palm, slamming it against the monk's blade.

"Clang!"

Another crisp sound echoed as the monk's blade, forged entirely from seabed iron, was snapped in two!

Golden Dragon Abbot laughed heartily.

"Boy, prepare to die! This monk will send you to the afterlife today!"

"Corpse Mound Skull Palm!"

His left palm slammed down towards Bai Yu's head.

The skull on his palm emitted a shrill ghostly wail, disrupting Bai Yu's mind and soul.

Bai Yu retreated, crossing his arms to protect his vital points like a tortoise shell.

"Black Tortoise Guards the North!"

With a "bang," Bai Yu was sent staggering back five steps.

However, he had ultimately managed to block Golden Dragon Abbot's palm.

Golden Dragon Abbot exclaimed, "Good lad, you do have some skill. No wonder you came to ruin this monk's plans."

With that, he sped up his attacks, his palms transforming into a flurry of afterimages that enveloped Bai Yu's entire body.

Bai Yu didn't dare to be careless, unleashing the Four Elephants Five Elements Fist to defend against the Corpse Mound Palm with all his might.

His movements were agile as he employed the Lingxu Step, making him as elusive as a soaring swallow.

Although Golden Dragon Abbot's palm techniques were fierce, he couldn't get the better of Bai Yu for the time being.

He glanced back inadvertently, only to realize that Lin Jiu on the ground had disappeared at some point!

This was Bai Yu's doing!

Earlier, he had created a false impression and disrupted Golden Dragon Abbot's focus by throwing a human head, then engaged Golden Dragon Abbot in a fierce battle.

Secretly, he had sent Old Mo to sneakily drag Uncle Jiu away.

Golden Dragon Abbot's attention was focused on Bai Yu, which allowed Old Mo to seize the opportunity to act.

At this, Golden Dragon Abbot flew into a rage.

"Boy, you dare to make a fool of this Buddha!"

"Buddha will make you regret it, Three Yin Corpse Mound Claw!"

He changed his palm technique, transforming his palms into claws, greatly increasing his attack speed.

In just a few moves, he landed a claw on Bai Yu's chest, forcefully tearing downwards!

With a "ripping" sound, Bai Yu's clothes were torn, but he was unharmed underneath, with only five white marks on his chest.

This was the power of the Vajra Iron Shirt Skill!

Golden Dragon Abbot was shocked.

"Boy, you're not that old, yet you've cultivated your external martial arts to this extent, able to withstand my Corpse Mound Claw!"

Bai Yu said calmly, "I have learned much from the master's skills. Excuse me!"

With that, he stopped fighting and leaped away like a swallow, covering a distance of several dozen feet in a few bounds.

Golden Dragon Abbot sneered.

"You dare to disturb this Buddha and still think you can escape!"

"A Fifth-Rank Martial Artist's body is perfect for corpse refinement!"

With that, he took a string of prayer beads from around his neck and hurled them at Bai Yu.

The seemingly ordinary prayer beads were actually made of heavy iron, with a single string weighing over a hundred pounds!

The prayer beads were incredibly fast, whistling through the air as they slammed directly into Bai Yu's back.

Bai Yu groaned and fell from the sky.

Just now, he felt like his spine was about to be broken.

Behind him, the Golden Dragon Abbot let out a wild laugh:

"Boy, your physical training is not bad, but your bone tempering is lacking!"

"This monk will send you to the afterlife today!"

With that, the Golden Dragon Abbot pounced like a leopard.