When Zhang Wuji broke the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation, Master Miaodi charged over.
But he and the seventeen bronze men could not form the formation at all. Instead, he disrupted their coordination.
Especially since those bronze men had all been poisoned. Although they had not completely lost their ability to fight, none could withstand a single stroke of Zhang Wuji's sword anymore.
Master Miaodi roared, "Zhang Wuji, if you dare commit more slaughter at Southern Shaolin today, our Holy Monk will raze the Ming Cult and Wudang Mountain alike!"
Zhang Wuji struck Master Miaodi in the chest with his palm. "Because of your Southern Shaolin, my Ming Cult is already gone. Even the sacred flame has been extinguished."
"Raze Wudang Mountain? Once I've destroyed you, I'll go back and join my grandmaster in slaughtering every last person in Southern Shaolin, to console the souls of my Ming Cult brothers in heaven."
Master Miaodi now knew why Zhang Wuji was so crazed, but how had the Ming Cult been destroyed? Southern Shaolin had done no such thing.
But he would never get an answer.
Seeing how terrifying Zhang Wuji was, many monks wanted to flee.
Most of the temple's experts had been taken away by the Holy Monk. Besides, even if a few had stayed behind, they would have been no match for the abbot, Master Miaodi.
Although they all normally proclaimed their willingness to give everything for Southern Shaolin, even their lives, when they actually felt death approaching, every last one wanted to run.
But when they reached the temple gates, they saw someone blocking the way.
"You're going the wrong way. Zhang Wuji is behind you. Go back."
Some tried to force their way through, only for Jiang Xiaoyu to knock them all back with ease.
Some monks ran