"Shaolin disciples, there is no need to panic!"
"This devil is merely boasting!"
The golden staff standing in the void shone even brighter, and as it resonated, sacred Buddhist chants arose, calming and steadying the hearts of the Shaolin monks.
Monk Pufa, clad in the abbot's kasaya, possessed a cultivation of half-Buddha himself. His words immediately stabilized the situation, preventing chaos within Shaolin.
"So, you do possess some skill."
Chen Jiuyang stood in the void above Shaolin Temple, his expression serene as he slowly reached for his waist.
"Hiss—"
He drew the ancient Human King Sword, his unhurried voice spreading:
"I wonder how much of the Human King Sword's sharpness the Shaolin Dao Artifact can taste."
Upon hearing this, Abbot Pufa's expression changed.
The Human King Sword, a renowned half-ancestor artifact since ancient times, had once formed the Sword Master system with other ancestor artifacts, standing above the King system.
Abbot Pufa took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Qianyang Demon! The Human King Sword is our Huaxia ancestor artifact. The sword possesses a spirit and is nourished by the heroic souls of countless human ancestors! Even if you are the Sword Master of the Human King Sword, do not wield it recklessly!"
"You now draw your sword against your own kin of Huaxia. Do you truly believe the Human King Sword will serve you?!"
Monk Pufa was correct. Although the Human King Sword was a half-ancestor artifact, it had been used very rarely throughout the long ages. Whether its power could be wielded by its master depended on the Human King Sword's consent.
Chen Jiuyang had been the Sword Master of the Human King Sword for several years, and had only drawn it twice.
Chen Jiuyang nodded slowly, as if agreeing, and said, "You speak wisely. Then, I shall ask the Human King Sword in front of all of Shaolin."
"Oh 'Sun and Moon', are you willing to lend me a hand and exterminate these bald donkeys of Shaolin!"
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
The sword hummed like a melody, and sword energy suddenly erupted from the blade like a long rainbow, spanning heaven and earth. The magnificent Human King purple aura was indescribable.
"Whoosh!"
Below, the many Shaolin monks were instantly in an uproar, their faces pale, as if their Dao hearts had shattered.
Chen Jiuyang slowly swung his sword towards the Shaolin Temple's protective formation, speaking leisurely, "Thus, as everyone can see, the Human King Sword does not favor Shaolin!"
"Rumble!!!"
As the sword descended, purple energy illuminated the nine provinces, covering Shaolin's Buddhist light.
Heaven and earth trembled!
"Crack! Crack! Crack!!!!"
The Shaolin protective formation, which had just moments ago felt like a sacred domain, suddenly cracked, dissipating into shattered Buddhist light. Even the staff, empowered by Arhat energy, instantly fractured, unable to emit Buddhist light, becoming extremely dim.
"How is this possible!!!"
Even Monk Pufa was momentarily stunned, unable to believe that the Human King Sword would assist a demon in killing Shaolin.
Why was this?
However, many monks from the secret halls were still chanting Buddhist scriptures, attempting to reconstruct the protective formation, and Buddhist light still soared into the sky.
"In that case..."
"Do you have any regrets on your path?"
Chen Jiuyang's arm shot out, and a grand, ancient bow suddenly materialized and condensed, instantly drawing a full moon:
"Heavenly Will Four Symbols Arrow—"
"Spring Snow!"
"Summer Sun!"
"Autumn Wind!"
"Winter Thunder!"
"Four Kill Arrow Formation!"
In an instant, the great bow unleashed, streams of light transforming into countless arrows, condensing into an arrow formation that locked the four directions, the heavens, and the earth, trapping Shaolin Temple within. The arrow rain erupted.
"Demon!!!"
Monk Pufa immediately cried out in shock and anger. With Qianyang Demon having reached the Emperor Realm, how could the disciples in the temple withstand this move of the perfected Heavenly Will Four Symbols Arrow?
If this arrow were to descend successfully, after this move, Shaolin Temple would likely be awash in blood, and only he would survive!
Monk Pufa roared, and the golden alms bowl in his hand was immediately thrown into the sky, instantly expanding to envelop the entire Shaolin Temple.
"Clang clang clang clang!!!!"
The arrow rain descended, striking the golden alms bowl and emitting continuous roaring sounds.
"The alms bowl used by Arhats..." Chen Jiuyang's eyes flashed with sharp light. He had seen this alms bowl before. In his humble beginnings, in the Pengzu ruins of the Qinling Mountains, he had almost been suppressed by this alms bowl.
Even now, he could see through the extraordinary nature of this alms bowl at a glance.
"Activate the Myriad Arhat Formation!" Monk Pufa immediately commanded. The surviving monks instantly surged with Buddhist light, channeling their power into the alms bowl.
Arhat phantoms then appeared on the alms bowl, completely withstanding Chen Jiuyang's Four Kill Arrow Formation.
"Swish!"
At this moment.
Chen Jiuyang's figure flashed, instantly rushing before Monk Pufa. His expression was blank as he unleashed a punch:
"Shaolin Temple is temporarily safe, but what means do you have to survive?"
The punch, at its peak, struck with immense power, targeting Monk Pufa alone.
Monk Pufa's pupils suddenly contracted: "This punch is so overbearing!"
Shaolin's Buddhist sect was known for its physical body and Buddhist Dharma, as well as numerous secret techniques. With Monk Pufa's half-Buddha cultivation, such strength allowed him to traverse the entire Earth alone.
But...
Facing this punch, he felt a sense of mortal danger.
Unable to dodge! Unable to retreat! He was locked in place!
"Nāga-Garuda!"
In an instant, Arhat Buddha statues appeared on Monk Pufa's body. His pale golden physique was covered in dense Buddhist script, and fiery Buddhist light erupted.
"Rumble!!!"
Heaven and earth trembled.
The ancient Shaolin Temple, under this strike, saw numerous buildings instantly vanish into nothingness. The back mountain of Shaolin Temple, under the aftermath of this blow, instantly cracked!
That back mountain was rumored to contain many secret techniques, only to be comprehended by those with destiny.
However, under the punch of a peerless mighty being, it directly shattered into countless fragments!
"Clang!!!"
The sound, like the striking of a great bell, continued to reverberate!
The dust settled.
Monk Pufa's physical body was cracked, his golden Buddhist script seemed to be dissipating, blood flowed everywhere, and the Arhat Buddha phantom showed signs of disintegration.
"As expected of the current abbot of Shaolin Temple, your foundation is indeed extraordinary. To withstand my punch as a half-Buddha without perishing is remarkable."
"Looking across the world, you, Pufa, are one of the peak powerhouses. Such an achievement is enough to make you proud."
"However, I will throw another punch, and you are destined to die here today."
Chen Jiuyang maintained his punching posture, with Dao rhythm flowing.
Monk Pufa's body was cracked, blood flowed from him, and his eyes were filled with fear.
He had expected Chen Jiuyang's combat power upon reaching the Emperor Realm to be formidable, but he had never imagined Chen Jiuyang to be so strong. A simple, ordinary punch had almost taken his life.
He was half a cycle older than Chen Jiuyang and had achieved his current half-Buddha status with great difficulty. If he did not perish here, he would surely become a peerless mighty being in the future, living for thousands of years without issue!
He did not wish to die here.
He spoke with difficulty, "Uncle-Master Xuánmí, Uncle-Master Cángfó, Uncle-Master Zhēnkē, I trouble the three of you to assist me in suppressing this demon, to eliminate the karmic debt!"
"Upon success, I shall abdicate the position of abbot..."
"Nephew Pufa has finally achieved clarity. Thus, we can finally emerge!"
From the depths of Shaolin Temple, a Buddha's voice echoed, and Buddhist light surged into the sky, dispelling the sky-obscuring demonic energy above Shaolin Temple!