The Terrifying Temple, Part 2

"Shut up! If you dare to yell and scream again, I'll cut you!"

Seemingly annoyed by the commotion, a Demon Suppression Envoy drew the saber at his waist, stepped forward, and shouted angrily.

The young monk, startled by the envoy's menacing glare and the sight of the gleaming steel blade before him, trembled all over. His eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward, having been scared unconscious.

Everyone: "..."

The Demon Suppression Envoy was also taken aback, clearly not expecting the kid to be so timid.

"Little Seven, you try," Qin Wei said, his expression cold as he fixed his gaze on the unconscious young monk lying on the ground.

A square-faced Demon Suppression Envoy behind him stepped out to receive the order, drawing a dagger with strange patterns from his waist as he moved.

Ling Yun's expression shifted slightly as he looked at the patterns on the dagger. If he remembered correctly, his Thousand Machines had similar Spirit Inscriptions, with the effect of "Spirit Removal!"

At this moment, the Demon Suppression Envoy, holding the dagger, approached the young monk and crouched down, reaching out to cut open a small wound on his forehead.

Under everyone's gaze, a stream of bright red blood flowed from the wound. However, the Spirit Inscriptions on the dagger, stained with the blood, showed no reaction.

"He really is a normal human!"

Seeing this, the Demon Suppression Envoys exchanged glances, utterly perplexed for a moment. They had expected a tough fight from the start, but no one had anticipated that there would still be living people inside what they imagined had completely devolved into a ghost temple!

Ling Yun watched the scene, his eyes flickering slightly. In his perception, the young monk before him had breathing and pulse just like any ordinary person! The environment inside the temple behind the door was also perfectly normal, lacking the chaotic aura characteristic of Evil Spirits.

Just then, Qin Wei turned his head to look over, and the two exchanged glances, nodding slightly with grave expressions. Neither of them could discern anything amiss here, and that was precisely the biggest problem! This place was clearly far more troublesome than they had imagined!

"Hui Yuan!"

As the two were lost in thought, a sudden exclamation sounded in their ears.

Unbeknownst to them, another young monk had emerged from the temple. Upon seeing his companion lying on the ground, bleeding profusely and his condition unknown, as well as the group of ferocious-looking Demon Suppression Envoys before him, his face filled with terror. Before anyone could react, he let out a scream and turned to flee back into the temple.

Due to concerns about the situation inside the temple, they made no move to stop him.

Not long after, accompanied by a clamor of footsteps, over a dozen martial monks armed with staffs came running out of the temple in a grand procession. Judging by the aura they exuded, most were at the Force Conduit level, with the leading martial monk being a skilled practitioner at the Intent Conduit level.

"They are the ones who killed our junior brother Hui Yuan!"

Behind the martial monks, the young monk who had fled earlier was now pointing at them with a face full of rage.

Upon hearing this, the martial monks were instantly enraged. Without asking any questions, they brandished their iron staffs and charged forward.

However, faced with this scene, the Demon Suppression Envoys behind them looked disdainful, showing no intention of intervening.

As the distance between the two groups rapidly closed, a faint gray humanoid phantom suddenly appeared behind the square-faced martial monk in the front. The humanoid phantom covered its face with its hands, its body twisting and writhing as if in great pain.

The next moment, a piercing, sharp scream erupted from its mouth. Ling Yun and the others felt nothing, but the martial monks opposite them were all contorted in pain. Before they could even take two steps, they clutched their ears and collapsed to the ground in agony.

Only after they had completely lost their ability to resist did the square-faced Demon Suppression Envoy let out a cold snort and withdraw the humanoid phantom. Then, without waiting for Qin Wei's order, he took out his dagger and made a cut on each of their foreheads.

However, after this procedure, the Spirit Removal dagger showed no reaction. It seemed these people were indeed just ordinary humans. Now, he was completely at a loss and could only turn to look at Qin Wei behind him, his eyes questioning.

Qin Wei's gaze shifted as he looked at the martial monks lying on the ground before him, his eyes cold.

"Kill them all!"

Clearly, he had decided it was better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go.

Ling Yun couldn't help but frown at this. It wasn't that he found the act cruel, but rather that he felt this method was not only useless but might also stir up unnecessary trouble. However, with Qin Wei clearly in a rage, he didn't speak up to stop him. Instead, he quietly retreated behind the others, observing silently.

Upon receiving the order, the square-faced Demon Suppression Envoy immediately drew the saber at his waist and, without hesitation, slashed down at a martial monk beside him.

"Stop!"

Just as the martial monk was about to lose his head, a sudden roar echoed.

Whoosh!

From the darkness, a shadowy figure shot out with a sharp whistle, hurtling directly towards the square-faced Demon Suppression Envoy.

The square-faced Demon Suppression Envoy's expression changed. Without time to think, he drew his saber in an arc and brought it down heavily on the shadowy figure.

Clang!

The two collided, and a burst of intense sparks erupted.

Although he successfully repelled the shadowy figure, the square-faced Demon Suppression Envoy himself was forced back several steps by the immense power it carried.

At the same time, a figure suddenly leaped out of the darkness, catching the flying shadowy figure.

Illuminated by the firelight, the person's face was revealed to everyone.

Standing over eight feet tall, clad in a coarse hemp martial robe, with a fierce countenance and wielding a long ink-colored staff, his Blood Essence was incredibly potent. He was clearly a martial artist at the Spirit Conduit level.

He looked at the group of uninvited guests before him, his expression extremely solemn.

In his perception, every single person present was immensely powerful, and the few figures leading the group were unfathomably so!

However, the situation had escalated, and there was no turning back. He forcefully slammed his staff onto the ground and said coldly.

"Who exactly are you people? Why did you attack my monastery's martial monks without reason!"

The group's faces remained indifferent, and no one answered him.

This complete disregard immediately made the martial monk's face flush red. Just as he was about to make a move, he heard an aged voice emanating from the depths of the monastery.

"Jie Wu, cease your actions."

The martial monk, addressed as Jie Wu, couldn't help but change his expression. A flicker of unwillingness crossed his face, but he ultimately lowered his staff in resignation.

At this moment, the aged voice spoke again.

"Esteemed guests, this old monk's health prevents me from greeting you properly. Please, come into the monastery for a discussion."

Enter the monastery?

The Demon Suppression Envoy looked at the dark temple and couldn't help but turn his gaze to Qin Wei.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Qin Wei grinned and waved his hand.

"Let's go!"