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Chapter 544 The Great Compassionate Hand

It doesn't matter.

This is the confidence of a second-rank martial artist!

This confidence stems from the trials and tribulations of countless life-and-death experiences, and from the composure of standing at the pinnacle of martial arts and looking down upon all living beings.

Wang Huaishuang, riding a tall horse, the gold thread on her official robes gleaming coldly in the moonlight, raised her hand to touch the hideous scars on her face and praised:

"Master of Sorrow and Joy, you truly possess the demeanor of a great man!"

Yu Zhuoqun and the others nodded heavily with meaningful smiles on their faces.

They all understood that one's attitude towards joy and sorrow is the key to stability.

If Liang Jin knew better than to back down, the storm would pass; but if he insisted on being stubborn, the wrath of a second-rank martial artist would be enough to crush the arrogance of the Green Robe Pavilion.

At this moment, the most pleased person was none other than Master Sorrow.

The hunched back of the Master of Sorrow suddenly straightened, and the dejected look he had previously had due to the broken wrist vanished. His bald head gleamed with an oily sheen in the firelight.

He clasped his hands together, a fake smile playing on his lips, and began to offer his advice:
“Benefactor Meng, it’s not too late to abandon evil and do good, to pull back from the brink.”

His voice was high-pitched yet ruthless:

"Hand over that demonic art that can bring disaster to the world as soon as possible, or this old monk will definitely report this matter to the martial arts world, let all the martial arts practitioners of the Great Qian know about your evil deeds, and make sure you have nowhere to stay in the Great Qian!"

“Amitabha, Benefactor Meng, if you continue to be deluded, no one will be able to save you then.”

The golden lotus flowers on his robe twisted and deformed with his movements, as if mocking his distorted and deceitful behavior.

Muzhaluo gripped the hilt of the knife so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

He secretly wished he could chop this hypocritical monk to pieces.

Unfortunately, joy and sorrow were right beside him. When facing this second-rank martial artist, Mu Zheluo couldn't even draw his sword.

Yu Zhuoqun then spoke up:

"Master Meng, let's just forget about it."

"Give me the sword tablet, and I will definitely speak up for you."

"It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester; there's no need to make things too tense."

His tone inevitably carried a hint of sarcasm.

After all, Yu Zhuoqun couldn't understand why an outsider sect could be so arrogant.

Does he really think this is his Western Desert?

Liang Jin may be feared in the Western Desert, but now he is in the Great Qian Dynasty!
Here, nobody will indulge him.

Wang Huaishuang impatiently pulled on the reins, and the warhorse pawed restlessly.

"Alright, everyone stop talking. Meng Xinghun, you sit down too. Let's drop this matter."

"Everyone is giving me, Wang Huaishuang, face, and I thank you all here!"

She raised her riding whip high, drawing a sharp arc in the air, seemingly to mediate, but in reality to give Liang Jin an ultimatum.

Among the crowd at Qingyi Tower, Mr. Ding frowned deeply, glancing furrowed into a deep frown as he secretly looked at Liang Jin.

He didn't know how Liang Jin would choose.

Although Liang Jin was able to withstand the attack of the purple soul jade, it was equivalent to withstanding a blow from a second-grade martial artist.

But now, he is facing a genuine second-rank martial artist, and he will not rely on just one strike.

Under the gaze of everyone.

Liang Jin did not sit down.

He picked up his gun, raised his foot, and took a step toward sorrow.

Then, another step.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One step at a time.

Each step was neither hurried nor slow, yet it seemed to tread upon the hearts of everyone present.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts were in their throats, and they instinctively held their breath.

Clearly, Liang Jin intends to fight to the bitter end.

A smug glint flashed in the eyes of the Bitter Master. He continued his sarcastic remarks, deliberately trying to force Liang Jin to make a move.

If Liang Jin takes the initiative, then his senior brother Bei Huan will have a reason to kill him on the spot!
Wang Huaishuang's face involuntarily revealed an expression of exasperation, and she couldn't help but curse:

"He's hopeless!"

"Since you're determined to die, you can't blame anyone else!"

Wang Huaishuang abruptly turned her horse around, the tail sweeping away half a flickering lamp. She shouted at the crowd:

"Everyone, retreat!"

As soon as Wang Huaishuang gave the order, the agents of the Imperial Guard, like startled birds, hurriedly retreated a hundred feet away, waving their black flags; Shen Wanshi's convoy was in complete chaos, the sounds of colliding cart shafts mixed with the neighing of livestock, tearing the extravagance of the banquet to shreds.

Once this major battle begins, the impact will be enormous; staying on the scene without proper preparation will only result in being caught in the crossfire.

Mr. Ding gritted his teeth and spoke up:

"Qingyi Tower members, retreat!"

The ordinary disciples of Qingyi Tower immediately retreated.

Such a battle is beyond their capabilities to participate in.

Mr. Ding and Mu Zheluo stayed behind and stood beside Liang Jin.

As third-rank martial artists, they could only join forces with Liang Jin, which offered them a sliver of hope of fighting against a second-rank expert.

At this time.

Wang Huaishuang stared at everyone present, her voice piercing the night sky like an icicle:
"Meng Xinghun is no ordinary third-grade martial artist. He was able to withstand the attack of the purple soul jade, and he has even condensed his spear intent!"

"Elder Yu, Master Beiku, you two should not underestimate the enemy. Join forces with Master Beihuan to attack together."

"Consider this a warm-up before facing the Demon Slayer King. We must fight quickly and decisively, without any delays, and be careful not to get injured easily."

"After killing this kid, quickly recover and prepare for the tough battle ahead."

Wang Huaishuang is ruthless and decisive.

She saw that Liang Jin had already made up his mind to turn against her.

So, in order to avoid affecting the mission, she no longer hesitated and directly hoped that the three of them, Bei Huan and his companions, could kill Liang Jin with lightning speed.

Only in this way can we prepare for the upcoming battle against the Demon King.

After she finished speaking, she also rode away.

As a fourth-rank martial artist, she couldn't get involved in the battle here at all.

Yu Zhuoqun drew his longsword, and the sword energy swirled through the air, carrying sand and gravel in a spiral.

The Master of Sorrow and Suffering formed a mudra with one hand, and the bandage on his severed wrist moved automatically without wind.

The two men spread out in a fan shape, forming a triangular encirclement with Master Beihuan, while Liang Jin and the other two faced each other from a distance.

The two sides had not yet made contact, but the surging momentum had already swept across the entire field, and the dust on the ground was constantly churning.

The sorrowful elder immediately stared at Muzheluo and Mr. Ding and said:

"Do you two also wish to die alongside that scoundrel?"

"We have a grudge against Meng Xinghun, but not against the two of you."

"If we turn back now, it's still not too late."

His voice had a hissing sound like a viper flicking its tongue.

With a major battle looming, first try to sow discord with words; even if that fails, it will still disrupt the enemy's mind.

Muzheluo angrily said:

"You old bald monk! I've had my eye on you for a long time!"

"You'll be my opponent in a moment, and I'm going to chop you into a bald mule today!"

The Elder of Sorrow will sow discord, and so will Mr. Ding.

Mr. Ding sighed as he looked at Yu Zhuoqun:
"Elder Yu, we have saved your disciples and warmly received you. We have not treated you unfairly."

"Why would a hero like yourself from the Xuanyuan Sect choose to fight against the Wanfo Temple?"

"If you are willing to withdraw, my Qingyi Tower will repay your kindness with the utmost gratitude."

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhuoqun's face showed bitterness.

But his reply contained no hint of bitterness:
“Mr. Ding, every member of the Xuanyuan Sect is a loyal and patriotic person.”

"Now I am being sent by Lord Wang of the Imperial Court to serve the country, and there is no room for personal feelings. Please forgive me, Mr. Ding."

Clearly, after going through all that, the communication between the two sides had no effect whatsoever.

Neither Bei Huan nor Liang Jin spoke.

Master Beihuan still clasped his hands together, as if an old monk were in deep meditation; Liang Jin stood holding a gun, the tip of which was slightly lowered.

The two appeared overly calm, even concealing their auras within themselves, without releasing a trace of them.

Like two lurking beasts, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

soon.

Clearance complete.

Within a mile radius, there were no other people around. Only these six men stood under the bright moon, swords drawn.

The time to take action has finally come.

Liang Jin's eyes flashed.

His pent-up killing intent, suppressed for so long, surged forth from his body like a tidal wave at this moment.

Such intense killing intent made some of the less resolute spectators feel as if the world before them had instantly turned blood red, as if they were in a sea of ​​blood, and their hearts were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

"Such a strong killing intent!"

Such murderous intent is simply terrifying!
Those present felt their hearts pounding wildly, as if immense danger was about to befall them.

Both Master Beiku and Yu Zhuoqun were startled.

Throughout their lives, they had killed countless enemies, yet none of them possessed such a palpable killing intent.

Just how many people has this kid killed?!
Even Bei Huan, who had been chanting sutras with her head bowed, finally raised her head, and ripples appeared in her cloudy pupils:
“Benefactor Meng, your murderous aura is far too strong, which shows that you have committed a great deal of killing.”

"With such evil karma, one will eventually be transformed into a demon and fall into the Avici Hell, never to be reborn!"

"Today, this humble monk will surely make Benefactor Meng lay down his butcher's knife!"

Before he finished speaking, his robes fluttered wildly, and a surge of powerful internal energy spread out like a tsunami.

"boom!"

The air crackled.

His powerful internal energy surged forth like a drumbeat, the deep sound echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

The shockwave swept across the entire field in an instant.

This shock caused Yu Zhuoqun, Master Beiku, Muzheluo, and Mr. Ding to change their expressions, appearing somewhat pale.

The mere tremor of internal energy from a second-rank martial artist was enough to make these third-rank martial artists feel uncomfortable.

Only Liang Jin's expression remained normal.

This surprised both joy and sorrow slightly.
"Ok?"

"Benefactor Meng's internal strength is shallow, but his physical body is surprisingly strong!"

The jolt just now was merely a test of joy and sorrow.

Once the shockwave spreads out and encounters an obstacle, it will bounce back.

Joy and sorrow can sense the other party's general situation through the rebounding shockwaves.

He sensed that Liang Jin was only at the early stage of the third rank, and his internal strength was even less than that of those third-rank martial artists.

However, Liang Jin's physical body was extremely strong, which is why he was not afraid of the shock of joy and sorrow.

"Do it!"

Master Beiku and Yu Zhuoqun exchanged a glance and immediately attacked Mr. Ding and Mu Zheluo.

Mr. Ding and Muzhaluo also shared this idea.

However, neither side rushed into a fierce fight; instead, they fought and probed each other while quickly moving away.

Clearly, they had already realized from the shock of the tragedy that the second-rank martial artist had unleashed a power far exceeding their expectations and beyond their ability to withstand.

Therefore, they could only move the battlefield further away to avoid the impact of Liang Jin and Bei Huan's fight.

As for the onlookers, their attention was clearly not on the third-rank martial artists, but rather on Master Beihuan.

To have the privilege of witnessing a second-rank martial artist in action is enough to become a topic of bragging rights over tea.

The moonlight was suddenly swallowed by dark clouds, the wind in the wilderness became biting, and everyone held their breath, waiting for this life-or-death battle to begin.

Liang Jin also moved.

His body sank down, holding the gun in both hands, the muzzle pointed at Sorrow and Joy.

At this moment, he had not yet drawn his gun.

But the sharp spear light seemed to have pierced through the air and was transmitted to the person the spearhead was locked onto.

Bei Huan stared intently at Liang Jin:

"The Liu family's ultimate martial art, the Overlord's Armor Removal Technique?"

"The long-lost ancient martial art, the Hundred Evils Body Technique?"

"The ultimate martial art of the Western Desert Boundless Bright King Sect, the 'Mahagara Dharma Protector Technique'?"

"Furthermore, there are two strange auras, neither human nor beast. Could it be that they have fused with the blood of a divine beast? But divine beasts have been extinct for thousands of years. Where did this divine beast blood come from?"

"I've never seen this kind of marksmanship before; it's probably self-created. But you can tell that it takes an unorthodox approach, and after gathering power, it will likely leave the opponent wide open."

"The intent of the spear, like the spear technique, is too fierce, its sharpness is too intense, but its power is insufficient."

“Benefactor Meng, the martial arts you have learned are too extreme and not balanced enough, so you are destined to go far.”

"Why not shave your head and become a monk, and follow this humble monk to practice Buddhism, so as to neutralize your violent and murderous aura?"

Liang Jin was slightly surprised to hear this.

This person, Bei Huan, can actually discern a person's martial arts skills simply by observing their own internal energy flow?
Liang Jin has only encountered one person like this so far, and that is Liu Yuan.

What's more, Bei Huan was able to guess even the divine beast blood that had fused with her body—this was a first for her.

To have such insights, one must possess extremely rich knowledge, keen insight, and exceptional comprehension.

Liang Jinshen smiled sinisterly:
"You want me to lay down my butcher's knife?"

"Defeat me first!"

Liang Jin's expression hardened, and his eyes revealed a resolute, even ruthless, aura.

Clearly, he was ready to draw his gun!

But then sorrow and joy suddenly spoke:
"Amitabha!"

"Benefactor Meng, I have already seen through your martial arts skills. Is there any point in continuing the fight?"

Since Bei Huan could name the martial arts Liang Jin had learned, he naturally knew the characteristics and weaknesses of those martial arts.

He always believed that subduing the enemy without fighting was the highest level of martial arts.

Therefore, Bei Huan was confident of victory, and felt there was no need to take action in this battle.

Liang Jin sneered:
"You think you can make me admit defeat just by talking? How ridiculous!"

"The factors that determine the outcome of a battle are complex and ever-changing. Before the results are seen in actual combat, all theories are nothing but empty talk."

"Take this shot first, then we'll talk."

After saying that, Liang Jin moved and flew towards Bei Huan.

Once he was at a sufficient distance, he thrust out his spear with a sudden burst of speed!

The shot was so swift that the tip of the gun turned a bright red.

Liang Jin unleashed his self-created move once again, a move from which there was no turning back!
Unlike the last time he used this move against Zhen Lei, Liang Jin chose close combat this time.

After all, Bei Huan is a master, and only by using close combat can all his power be applied to him.

Liang Jin's spear thrust quickly reached its maximum, but he took another step forward, changing his grip from both hands to his back, and continued to thrust forward.

Wherever it passed, the air emitted a piercing shriek.

And the power of this shot has reached its peak!
Joy and sorrow also stirred.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

His hands suddenly came together in a prayer position, clamping down on Liang Jin's spearhead.

A terrifying power was surging within his palms.

This force seemed to contain a terrifying suction, so much so that even Liang Jin's spearhead was drawn towards his hands.

Sorrow and Joy spoke:

“Master Meng is skilled in attack, while this humble monk is skilled in defense.”

“Benefactor Meng seeks to seize the initiative, while this humble monk seeks to strike after the enemy has made their move.”

“Benefactor Meng seeks extreme strength and ferocity, while this humble monk seeks to overcome strength with gentleness.”

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority:
"This humble monk's 'compassionate hand' is something I would like to ask Benefactor Meng for guidance."

In the end, the terrifying power within the palms of both joy and sorrow surged to its limit, even faintly forming a rotating vortex.

After Liang Jin's spearhead pierced into it, it seemed to be firmly sucked in, making it impossible to go any further!

This scene broadened the horizons of the spectators.

Wang Huaishuang, still on horseback, explained to the crowd:

"This is the signature technique of Master Beihuan, and it is also one of the seven unique techniques of Wanfo Temple, the Great Compassion Hand."

"This unique skill does not aim to kill, but rather to suppress the opponent, hence it can be called great compassion."

"With the Great Compassion Hand, even the fiercest attacks in the world can be blocked, making it one of the most powerful defensive martial arts!"

"That Meng Xinghun, a mere third-rank martial artist, cannot break this Great Compassionate Hand!"

After she finished speaking, Wang Huaishuang seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.

She turned her head slightly and looked into the distance, where firelight seemed to flicker in the thick night.

Just as Wang Huaishuang was about to take a closer look, she heard a gasp from the crowd.

She quickly turned her head to look, and a look of astonishment appeared in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)