On Wudang Mountain, inside the main hall, Song Yuanqiao looked at the Taoist priest before him.
"What did you say? Shaolin was wiped out, and no one survived? There wasn't a single person left in the entire temple?"
Upon hearing this, the young Taoist replied respectfully:
"Yes, Sect Master. According to the information gathered by our scouts, Shaolin is now completely empty.
Moreover, the entire place is in ruins. Even the bronze Buddhist statues have disappeared.
The whole temple looked as though someone had dug it up three feet deep. It was utterly miserable.
And in the back mountain, someone discovered a spot where the earth was extremely fresh.
Someone excavated it and found many charred bones inside. It was initially determined that they belonged to Shaolin's eminent monks.
Now, this news has already spread."
Song Yuanqiao's expression became exceedingly grave and shocked upon hearing this.
"He actually did it. Unbelievable, truly unbelievable.
My fifth brother's son really is a calamity incarnate!
Shaolin must have had at least a hundred people, not to mention the ordinary monks.
That was at least three or four hundred people, yet he slaughtered them just like that. He truly is a god of slaughter walking the earth!"
"Report..."
Just then, another voice suddenly came from outside.
"Sect Master, something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"
Song Yuanqiao said irritably upon hearing this:
"What's so terrible? Don't panic. With Master guarding Wudang Mountain, no Demons and Monsters would dare come here."
At that moment, the newly arrived disciple said respectfully:
"Sect Master, this disciple was guarding the mountain below when he saw three women arrive.
They claimed to be from the Emei Sect. The Emei Sect had been surrounded and slaughtered by vicious men.
Only the three of them escaped and came to Wudang