Demon Monk

Liu Suifeng put the Bagua compass into his robes and dusted it off.

"Brother Lu, don't be too surprised to tell you, these three bald monks are all Half-Demon."

Three Half-Demon at the Hua Jin level, did the Vajra Temple take Half-Demon in?

Or is the Vajra Temple training Half-Demon?

Either way, it means something far more troublesome than slaying the monster.

Even the strongest demonic beasts are still just alien races, while Half-Demon are a malignant tumor lurking within the human race.

"Judging from Brother Liu's expression, it seems you already knew?"

"Hehe. To be honest, Brother Lu, my Heavenly Sword Sect has a long-standing grudge against these bald monks."

As Liu Suifeng spoke, he skillfully stuffed the three corpses into his storage bag, not even leaving behind the head that had rolled far away.

"It was just suspicion before, but today it's finally confirmed. These three bodies will be irrefutable evidence; let's see how they deny it then."

He tied up the storage bag, looked up at the sky, and his expression suddenly changed slightly:

"Brother Lu, we shouldn't stay here any longer. The people at Vajra Temple will soon discover that these three bald monks' life lamps have gone out. It's best to leave now."

Lu Feng naturally had no objections.

The two leaped into the air and sped away towards the outside of the mountain.

They had flown less than ten miles when a terrifying, suffocating pressure came crashing down from behind.

The oppressive aura far surpassed that of Grandmaster, like an invisible mountain descending from the sky, enveloping the entire forest.

Great Grandmaster!

"You junior from the Heavenly Sword Sect! How dare you kill someone within the territory of my Vajra Temple! Leave your life behind!"

An old, hoarse voice rolled in from behind, shaking the leaves in the forest to their very core.

"Brother Lu! That old bald monk's target is me, let's split up!"

Liu Suifeng spoke very quickly, and for the first time, the relaxed smile on his face completely disappeared.

"Brother Liu, the opponent is Great Grandmaster, you..."

"Don't worry. I have a way to escape. Take care!"

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Suifeng patted him hard on the shoulder, then turned and sped off in another direction.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a white dot on the horizon.

Without hesitation, Lu Feng unleashed his full inner Nei Jin, using the "Treading on Snow Without a Trace in conjunction with the Carefree Steps" to fly in the opposite direction.

A moment later,

An old monk wearing a dark red robe landed where the two had separated.

His face was withered, his eyes sunken, and the staff in his hand was entirely black, with a hideous beast's head cast on its tip.

He stopped, his cloudy eyes sweeping between the two directions, then without turning around, he gave an order to those behind him:

"You all go after that Hua Jin Perfection. I'll personally deal with that brat from the Heavenly Sword Sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished from his spot, chasing after Liu Suifeng.

Not far behind him, a figure sped off in Lu Feng's direction.

This person possessed the cultivation level of Early Grandmaster, and his speed was far superior to Lu Feng's.

The Treading on Snow Without a Trace" technique is ultimately just Ming Jin martial art; even if mastered to perfection, it's still insufficient in the face of Grandmaster.

Lu Feng stopped running and stopped in a relatively open clearing in the woods. He turned around and waited for the approaching aura.

A moment later, a bald monk emerged from the dense forest.

He wore the same grey temple robe as the previous three monks, but with an extra dark red trim on the shoulder, clearly indicating a higher status within the Vajra Temple.

"Did they realize they couldn't escape, so they simply gave up?"

The monk stood still, gently twirling his staff in his hand.

Lu Feng remained silent. He narrowed his eyes, sensing the faint, almost imperceptible, Yao Qi emanating from the other party.

"He's Half-Demon too."

He muttered something to himself, not loudly, but clearly audible in the quiet forest.

The monk's expression changed instantly.

His once composed gaze turned sharp as a knife, and a dark red glint flashed deep within his pupils.

He didn't ask Lu Feng how he knew, nor did he say any nonsense. His True Essence suddenly erupted, and his staff, carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, smashed down on Lu Feng's head.

This strike was not a test; it was a full-force attack, clearly intended to kill instantly.

Lu Feng did not retreat. He circulated his internal Nei Jin wildly, gripped the Six Harmonies Saber tightly with his five fingers, and leaped into the air.

"Nine Layered Wave Slashes!"

The first, second, and third strikes clashed repeatedly with the monk's staff, producing a deafening metallic clang.

But the first three strikes were almost completely ineffective.

There was an insurmountable chasm between Nei Jin and True Essence. With each collision, Lu Feng's arm went numb, and the recoil from the blade made his internal organs churn.

But he didn't stop. The fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh strikes piled up, finally beginning to shake the opponent's defenses.

By the eighth cut, a thin layer of silvery-white light condensed on the blade.

"Saber Force!"

The monk's pupils contracted slightly.

"No wonder you dared to stop. You've mastered the Saber Force at the Hua Jin Perfection; you're quite the genius. Unfortunately, you only have one fate today—death."

He held back no longer, channeling all his True Essence energy into his staff, and smashed it down to meet Lu Feng's ninth strike.

The Saber Force and True Essence collided in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar.

The two forces were locked in a stalemate for a moment, then the monk's staff was forcefully knocked away by the Saber Force, and he was sent flying several meters away, spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood.

"How is that possible?!"

He braced himself with one hand on the ground, staring intently at Lu Feng, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How could someone with only the Hua Jin Perfection possibly repel him head-on with a single strike?

He threw his head back and let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

His gray temple robe was torn, his limbs were twisted and elongated at bizarre angles, and a layer of grayish-brown wolf fur emerged from under his skin.

The fingernails on both hands fell off, replaced by stark white wolf claws.

The Demon Transformation monk landed on all fours, like a cannonball launched from a gun, hurtling towards Lu Feng.

It moved several times faster than before, leaving only a blurry gray shadow in the air.

Lu Feng did not take the hit head-on.

He moved his feet and unleashed the Phantom Steps.

Three afterimages appeared simultaneously in the forest clearing.

One stood still, one dodged to the side, and one made a move to draw his sword.

The three afterimages had the same aura, the same folds in their robes, and even the same micro-expressions.

The Demon Transformation monk's wolf claw pierced through the chest of the afterimage in the middle, but it caught nothing.

Without pausing, he twisted and lunged at the second afterimage.

It's empty again.

Just as he was about to pounce on the third one, an extremely domineering Saber Force suddenly erupted from behind him without warning.

Tyrant Saber Slash!

Lu Feng's true form had appeared behind him at some point, the Six Harmonies Saber raised high above his head, a thick, mountain-like blade aura condensing on its surface.

Unlike the Nine Layered Wave Slashes, which builds up gradually, that blade energy compressed all Nei Jin to its limit from the very beginning.

The monk turned around abruptly, his wolf eyes reflecting the approaching glint of a blade.

He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The Tyrant Saber Slash's Saber Force locked him firmly in place, leaving him no choice but to cross his arms in front of him and use his wolf claws to block the blow.

"Bang!"

A deafeningly loud bang.

The blade fell, shattering the wolf's claws.

The Saber Force continued its downward momentum, slashing into the chest, piercing the heart, and exiting through the back.

The Demon Transformation monk's body was cleaved in two by this blade, dark red blood and shattered internal organs splattered all over the ground.