No one knew what had happened to Xu Zhu in this world. Though he still looked honest and simple, he was deceitful and cunning to the core. Song Qingshu did not know whether some ancient monster like Lord of Light had possessed him. Thinking of how Xu Zhu had opposed him time and again and repeatedly tried to kill him, Song Qingshu felt irritated and could not be bothered to ponder the reason. He might as well settle it once and for all and eliminate this trouble.
Of course, he remained rational and had no intention of wiping out Shaolin entirely. Shaolin was, after all, one of the great pillars of the martial world; the repercussions of exterminating it would be far too great. Still, several people had to be removed. Otherwise, with them constantly stirring up trouble, his relationship with Shaolin would never improve. Xuan Cheng and Xu Zhu were both on the list of those who had to die.
Xuan Cheng had just forcibly withstood Myriad Swords Returning to Origin and had his Indestructible Vajra Body shattered head-on by the sword qi. Even if he did not die, he was likely crippled. Xu Zhu, on the other hand, had not been the sword qi's primary target. Though injured, he would be lively as ever once he recovered. Thus, Xu Zhu became Song Qingshu's first target.
Xuan Ci, Fangzheng, and the others cried out in alarm. Unfortunately, they were wounded and had no strength left to stop him. They could only watch helplessly as the sword qi shot toward Xu Zhu.
But just before the sword qi struck, ripples suddenly spread through the air before Xu Zhu. An emaciated monk in blue robes appeared out of nowhere in front of him, palms pressed together. "Amitabha~"
The sword qi that