Slay the Sweeper Monk, Master Shaolin's Seventy-Two Supreme Arts

"Benefactor Duan, if you do not lay down your butcher's knife, you will fall into the demonic path one day!"

The Sweeper Monk no longer had the strength to take Jiumozhi and Xiao Yuanshan away.

To preserve what little life he had left, he pressed his palms together and tried to steady his breathing.

Yet he still tried to counsel Ye Zhuo.

"How are those who died unjustly supposed to find peace?

Countless wars have raged across the land for decades, yet you never lifted a finger, bald monk.

After all those years of slaughter, how many people have been driven from their homes?

What gives you the right to dismiss it all with a few words?"

Ye Zhuo clenched his fist. He would not give the Sweeper Monk a chance to recover. The monk was still trying to circulate his true qi to heal himself. How laughable.

Six streams of sword qi burst from Ye Zhuo's fingertips. Each was distinct, but all carried overwhelming killing intent.

In an instant, they pierced the Sweeper Monk's chest.

His breath faltered, and he stared at Ye Zhuo in terror.

"Benefactor Duan has been compassionate all his life. Must you stain your hands with murder now?"

The Sweeper Monk stared at Ye Zhuo, eyes wide.

"I've struck out on my own. From now on, call me Ye Zhuo!"

Ye Zhuo stepped forward and appeared before the Sweeper Monk with Lingbo Weibu.

Combining Heaven and Earth Great Shift, Northern Mysterious Divine Skill, and Dragon-Subduing Skill, he seized the Sweeper Monk from a distance.

A torrent of true qi poured into Ye Zhuo's body.

It surged like rivers rushing into the sea, fierce and unstoppable.

In moments, the Sweeper Monk's entire lifetime of cultivation had flowed into Ye Zhuo.

Ye Zhuo's Nine Yang Divine Skill