The monk Nitian, seeing Yu Daochen’s grim expression, offered a benevolent smile. "Rest assured, Benefactor Yu. As long as this humble monk is here, I will guarantee your safety."
Yu Daochen forced a wry smile that was more painful than a cry. "Master Nitian, I know your resolve, but we truly cannot win. Why don't we just escape?"
To be honest, if it weren't for this old bald donkey refusing to leave, he would have already bolted.
But the compass was on him, and if he ran, everyone might chase him relentlessly.
Huang Yueji's expression turned icy. She drew the whip from her waist. "I'll say it one last time. Hand over the compass, and you can leave!"
Yu Daochen glanced at the Nitian monk beside him. Seeing him still offering a reassuring smile, he felt like crying without tears.
Could this old bald donkey be planning to capture them?
As expected, the Nitian monk took a step forward and slowly said, "Amitabha. Lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha. I hope you benefactors will awaken in time and cease further bloodshed."
Huang Yueji smiled charmingly. "Then if I lay down my butcher's knife now, will I become the Tathagata Buddha?"
The Nitian monk shook his head. "Not quite, but you'll be just as comfortable in hell."
The three ghost kings beside them were utterly speechless. Wasn't that stating the obvious?
They had just escaped from hell.
Yu Daochen, standing nearby, finally understood.
This fellow Nitian meant he was bold and fearless of death.
But he didn't want to die here!
Yu Daochen took two steps forward, blocking the Nitian monk. He deliberately handed the compass to the Nitian monk in front of Huang Yueji and her companions, saying to Huang Yueji, "Master Nitian, you go first. I'll hold them off here."
Although Yu Daochen said this, his eyes kept glancing at the Nitian monk behind him, signaling to Huang Yueji.
It was as if he was saying, the compass is with this old bald donkey, so target him, not me.
Yu Daochen had already planned that as soon as this old bald donkey ran far enough, he would immediately kneel and surrender.
The Nitian monk looked at Yu Daochen's retreating back with great admiration. "I never expected Benefactor Yu to be so understanding and righteous. This humble monk is impressed. You should keep this compass."
Yu Daochen couldn't wait to get rid of the troublesome compass, so how could he accept it? He said righteously, "No, take this compass and leave quickly. I'll hold them off here."
Huang Yueji could no longer stand it and swung her whip.
If her superior hadn't instructed her not to make an enemy of this brat, she would have already whipped him to death.
Just as Yu Daochen was about to brace himself with his palms on the ground to use the Water Kan Mirror against the incoming whip, a large hand from behind pulled him back.
Yu Daochen was utterly bewildered.
"Damn, is this old bald donkey that strong?"
The Nitian monk stomped his foot on the ground and roared, "Open!!"
A large bell formed from golden energy enveloped them both.
The incoming whip bounced back as if it had struck a wall.
Huang Yueji's expression turned serious. "I didn't expect this old bald donkey to be a master."
Yu Daochen tapped the golden bell with his finger, feeling a sense of awe.
This could be called the Golden Bell Shield, or perhaps even a Golden Bell Room.
This large bell could easily accommodate over ten people.
"I never thought the supreme art of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, the Golden Bell Shield, could be used like this," Yu Daochen marveled.
He was also fortunate that he hadn't abandoned the old bald donkey and run away himself back then.
This was truly a powerful ally.
The Nitian monk retracted the Golden Bell Shield and looked at them. "As a monk, I embrace compassion. I will give you all another chance. Lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha."
"I'll f*** your mother!" One of the ghost kings beside Huang Yueji cursed loudly and lunged at the Nitian monk with a clenched fist.
"Impertinent!" The Nitian monk spoke slowly, raising his palm and condensing golden light before striking out.
A golden palm energy, taller than the ghost king himself, shot forward.
Seeing the palm energy that was taller than him, the ghost king was stunned.
He could only meet the incoming palm energy with his fist.
*Bang!*
A burst of energy scattered, and the ghost king was sent flying backward, crashing into a large tree. The arm he had used to clash was instantly broken, and ghostly energy continuously seeped from the wound. He gritted his teeth in pain.
The Nitian monk looked at the stunned Yu Daochen beside him and smiled. "I apologize, I forgot to tell you, Benefactor Yu. I am the main force."
Yu Daochen nodded, too shocked to speak.
He had disabled a ghost king with a single palm. This old bald donkey was terrifyingly powerful.
The name "Nitian" was indeed well-deserved.
Huang Yueji chuckled at the sight and stomped her foot. "I'd like to see just how strong you are!"
"Stubborn and unrepentant!" The Nitian monk's face suddenly contorted with rage. He raised his hand, condensed the Great Strength Vajra Palm, and struck out again.
Facing the incoming palm energy, Huang Yueji's fingertips emitted a wisp of purple-black, liquid-like energy, which she directed at the incoming palm energy.
The moment the golden palm energy came into contact with this purple-black gas, its color changed. With a surge of force from Huang Yueji, it was actually pushed back.
"This…!" The Nitian monk's face showed a rare look of surprise. He condensed another Great Strength Vajra Palm and clashed with it.
*Bang!*
The two palms met and exploded instantly.
The shockwave shattered the surrounding branches, and countless fallen leaves drifted down.
Yu Daochen watched their battle and couldn't help but sigh.
Was this what it meant when gods fought?
After the residual waves subsided, the Nitian monk charged towards Huang Yueji, swinging his staff. "It seems I cannot let you leave today!"
Facing this strike that seemed capable of shattering everything, Huang Yueji's eyes were resolute as she raised her hand to meet it head-on.
The strong wind blew her hair, and she knew she couldn't block this blow, yet her face showed no fear. Instead, a smile appeared.
"Goodbye, Master!"
At this critical moment, a figure suddenly darted out from the woods, raising a hand to catch the descending staff.
*Bang!*
Dust rose from the ground as Yu Daochen raised his hand to shield his face.
"Who is this big shot now?"
As the dust settled, Yu Daochen finally saw clearly who had arrived.
Beneath a white suit was a handsome man with a face as pale as silver, unnervingly so. His eyes seemed to pierce through everything in the world.
It was him!
This face was etched into his memory after seeing it just once, especially those eyes.
He would never forget them.
Shen Tianming turned to Huang Yueji beside him, his expression serious. "You cannot die before my plan is complete, understand?"
Huang Yueji looked at Shen Tianming, her eyes filled with complex emotions, but notably, no hatred.
It was admiration for the one she loved, worship for her idol, and…
"I understand, Master!"
Shen Tianming ignored them further and turned to Yu Daochen, a smile on his face. "We meet again. Coincidentally, I have something I want to tell you."
The Nitian monk increased the force in his hands, his face darkening as he stared at Shen Tianming. "I will kill you!!"