At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, a cavalry force of five hundred appeared.
Just then, the disciples guarding the mountain gate noticed the commotion.
They immediately moved to send a message.
"Whoosh..."
However, at that moment, an arrow suddenly tore through the air.
With a wet sound of flesh being pierced, the Little Monk's neck was directly shot through by the arrow.
He clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground, blood continuously pouring out.
Yin Jiuzhu lowered the bow in his hand and said:
"Pass down my order. Everyone, dismount. Climb the mountain under cover of night. Tonight, I want these Monks to learn what a storm of blood truly is."
"Yes, Lord!"
As soon as he spoke, all five hundred men dismounted, gripped their short blades, and headed toward Shaolin under the cover of night.
Watching the five hundred soldiers climb the mountain, Yin Jiuzhu narrowed his eyes and began walking up as well.
He was in no hurry at all.
Yet at that moment, Yin Jiuzhu asked in his heart:
"Master, do these men really have the strength to sweep through Shaolin?"
Jiang Zhen's voice rang out in his mind:
"What? You don't believe it?"
Yin Jiuzhu said, "Master, it isn't that I don't believe you. It's just that this happened far too quickly.
It's only been two months. Even if you found them that Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, it shouldn't have made them this powerful, should it?"
Hearing this, Jiang Zhen continued:
"Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill? Heh, you're overthinking it. That thing was merely a sample used for deduction.
The talent among your soldiers varies greatly. Some are gifted, while others are not much good at all.
If they cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, they probably wouldn't reach the sixth level without decades of effort.