A Man Lives but One Life, as Grass and Trees One Autumn

"Master... Master..."

The young monk's pupils instantly went vacant.

The surrounding Demon-Suppression Guards all sucked in a cold breath and instinctively took half a step back.

That was the head of Baosha Temple's Discipline Hall!

A mighty Core Formation Realm expert!

And he had just died like that?

Chen Tong's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

Before joining the Demon Suppression Office, he had made his living by taking money to kill people. Naturally, he knew which forces absolutely could not be provoked.

Forget the death of a Core Formation Realm head of the Discipline Hall—even if a single inner sect disciple died, Baosha Temple would dare make the entire Longyou martial world lose its peace.

After killing those two young disciples earlier, the other side might still have feared the Demon Suppression Office's name and refrained from doing anything too outrageous.

But now...

A Core Formation expert had died!

If word of this got out... the entire Longyou martial world would likely quake three times over.

"You... you killed Master..."

The young monk stared blankly, muttering under his breath.

Then, as though he had suddenly come to his senses, he struggled up from the ground and lunged at Jiang Yuechu like a madman!

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Chen Tong jolted in fright.

Damn it!

He had lost focus!

Seeing the young monk about to reach Jiang Yuechu, Chen Tong was just about to rush forward.

Bang!

A dull thud rang out.

The young monk had already been sent flying, rolling several times across the ground.

Jiang Yuechu slowly withdrew her foot and looked at him without expression.

"What gibberish are you spouting? Do you have any other old fossils backing you up?"

"..."

Everyone hurried forward and pinned the young monk down with seven hands and eight