Shaolin Temple's Warrior Monk Group

The Smiling, Proud Wanderer World is merely a low-level martial arts world; the power of the sword shadows emanating from the withered tree branches is limited.

Even if Shazo infused his sword with unimaginable True Qi, he still couldn't unleash a devastating Sword Qi to defeat the Shaolin monks while protecting this fragile branch.

This severely limited Shazo's expressiveness.

That's right, it only limited his ability to take on a hundred enemies, not his destructive power.

The withered, fragile branches, upon contact with the monk, could be shattered and broken by the powerful internal True Qi emanating from them.

The monks used their staffs and Precept Knife to parry, resulting in their weapons and bones breaking together.

Whether a monk is First-rate Expert master or Second-rate one, they all fall instantly before Shazo's tree branch.

Not a single monk could persist until the second strike.

Under Shazo's Sword Qi impact, the most obvious fractures were actually the least serious injuries.

The internal injuries, affecting their entire bodies, precisely shattered the monks' bones and muscles, depriving them of their mobility and shaking their minds.

Those monks who had not cultivated themselves properly all obediently fainted on the ground.

The Great Monk, with their Internal Cultivation and unwavering will, did not faint, but they too were unable to stand up.

Although they remained somewhat conscious, they continued to vomit due to the concussion, making them even more disheveled.

Moments later, the Damo Courtyard fell into Shazo's hands. He dropped the withered branch in his hand, stepped over the monks who were lying on the ground, and walked through the back door of the Damo Courtyard toward the Shaolin Temple's Scripture Repository.

Abbot Great Monk Fang Kong of the Bodhidharma Hall was a Top-tier master of his time, with profound skill and exceptional Zen meditation abilities. He barely withstood Shazo's three consecutive attacks.

Even after he collapsed from injuries that affected his entire body, he still used his Clear Stillness Finger to flick pebbles and ring the Chime Bell of the Damo Courtyard.

The clanging sounds were urgent, conveying an irresistible alarm.

In fact, he didn't need to do any of this. The aftershocks of the battle had already shaken the entire Shaolin Temple, and a large number of reinforcements were already on their way.

The first to appear was Great Monk from the Fang Generation.

Eight Great Monk from the academy— Fang Sheng, Fang Xiu, Fang Jue, Fang Yan, Fang Zhou, Fang Yuan, Fang Hui, and Fang Ming— surrounded Abbot Fang Zheng, blocking the path between Shazo and the Scripture Repository.

"Amitabha!"

Fang Zheng, dressed in Kasaya, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and asked, "Why does this benefactor wish to become an enemy of my Shaolin Temple?"

Shazo scratched his head, looked at the sea of bald heads in front of him, and couldn't help but tease, "Because you guys are kind."

Fang Zheng: "----"

Other Great Monk:

Before the monks could erupt in anger, Shazo Zuo spoke up to explain, "I am Shazo of Mount Hua, and I have come here to make a name for Mount Hua!"

"Actually, I originally wanted to find the Mount Song Sect, but Zuo Lengchan and Master Fangzheng's reputations are ultimately quite different, and the Mount Song Sect's reputation is even worse than that of the Shaolin Sect."

"Moreover, the Mount Song Sect's lineage is relatively short; having just risen to prominence, they couldn't resist taking shortcuts and getting involved with the underworld, thus damaging their own reputation."

"They used underhanded methods against the Mount Heng Sect before, and they also secretly plotted against my Mount Hua Sect."

"Slapping the face of such a filthy Mount Song Sect will inevitably invite insidious and dark retaliation. I fear I might not be able to resist wiping out the entire Mount Song Sect to prevent future troubles."

"Shaolin Temple is different. Your family is large and powerful, with a thousand-year-old heritage. You have long had experience in dealing with challenges and will not easily cross the line."

"For example, True Master Sanfeng a hundred years ago, Shaolin never resorted to underhanded methods to retaliate."

Fang Zheng:

Other Great Monk:

The monks exchanged bewildered glances. Was he praising the Shaolin Sect?

But why does it sound so awkward, so infuriating to monks?

"Bah! It's not that our predecessors didn't want to report it, but we really can't beat True Master Sanfeng, and he actually kills people!" Shazo Zuo laughed. "By the way, I'm not just here to make a name for myself today. I'm also really looking forward to the Shaolin Temple's Scripture Repository. I want to see the Lankavatara Sutra, the Yijin Jing, Xisui Jing."

If they could tolerate what had just happened, they could no longer bear it when it came to their own core cultivation technique; their Great Monk visibly turned red-hot.

Shazo added fuel to the fire, "I must say, I have even greater admiration for the legend of the Sweeping Monk Shaolin, but I wonder if there are still such true masters in Shaolin Temple today—"

Fang Yan of the Vajra Hall and Fang Hui the Prajna Hall, both known for their volatile tempers, could no longer contain themselves. Fang Yan unleashed the Great Strength Vajra Palm, while Fang Hui used the Nirvana Claw, launching a pincer attack on Shazo from the left and right.

Shazo extended his right index finger and gently drew a line in the air. An invisible Sword Qi burst forth and lightly swept across the throats of the two Great Monk.

The Sword Qi couldn't directly pierce the skin of two Top-tier masters, but the sharp Sword Intent made them feel an almost real sense of death, instantly disrupting their minds.

The two monks could no longer continue their attack; they stood frozen in place, reaching out to touch their necks to make sure they weren't broken.

Shazo shook his head, clicking his tongue in amazement. "Tsk, as expected of a low-level martial arts world, Sword Qi can't even break through the skin of someone who has mastered internal energy."

But to the other monks, this was simply incomprehensible.

Fang Sheng exclaimed in surprise, "True Qi leaving the body? Injuring someone three zhang away?"

Fang Yan's Internal Cultivation slightly inferior, and blood had already appeared on his neck. He said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, my Internal Cultivation still decent, otherwise I would have died a violent death."

Fang Hui wasn't physically injured, but feeling the Sword Intent invading her mind, she couldn't even speak. She defensively protected her throat with her hands and retreated step by step.

Master Fangzheng of Shaolin Temple took a deep breath, walked up to his two junior brothers, and said, "Main God Xia's skill is astonishing. Shaolin Temple is completely humbled. Your reputation will naturally spread far and wide."

"As for the Lankavatara Sutra, you may freely peruse it, but the Yijin Jing is a closely guarded secret of Shaolin, and your request is truly excessive."

Fang Zheng continued, "Benefactor, even among the monks of my Shaolin Temple, only three have read the * Yijin Jing *. Are you trying to take away the essence of my Shaolin Temple— "

Shazo returned the greeting and interrupted him, saying, "Master Fangzheng, I don't think it's excessive."

"I have reached the pinnacle of martial arts and wish to learn from the strengths of various schools in order to achieve a further breakthrough. Is it acceptable for me to only read the Yijin Jing and not pass it on?"

This is a threat, but also a stepping stone to compromise.

When faced with the threat of the Demonic Cult, Fang Zheng was able to pass on the Yijin Jing to Linghu Chong. If he were to face a threat from him, wouldn't he also be able to secretly let Linghu Chong see it?

Fang Zheng politely declined, saying, "Since you don't understand Buddhism, Shaolin Temple also has guardian Vajra!"

Yes, the Demonic Cult's thousands of members formed an army, posing a deadly threat to Shaolin Temple, but Shazo was just one person. No matter how strong he was, how many could he fight?

As Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and shouted, "Amitabha!"

More than a hundred tall and strong young monks filed out of the door of the Arhat Hall next door.

Wielding large copper clubs, they quickly formed a large circular formation, completely surrounding Shazo Zuo.

Shaolin Warrior Monk Group!