Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 266 Everyone here is rubbish
These words silenced the entire room.

Zhao Min was stunned on the spot.

Her eyes widened, her face turning from red to green, then from green to white:

"What a shameless lecher!"

"I thought you were some chivalrous and righteous hero."

Upon hearing this, Roger laughed instead of getting angry: "Likewise, the princess's methods aren't much better."

"Send your men back; they are no match for me."

Zhao Min gritted her teeth and ultimately complied with his request.

She waved her hand gently, signaling the Mongol cavalry to retreat.

Although the cavalry were unwilling, seeing that their princess had yielded, they could only slowly retreat.

After witnessing Roger's strength, Zhao Min finally understood.

This Master Luo is not an opponent that can be defeated by sheer numbers.

Roger laughed and asked, "Where did you take the other five factions?"

She took a deep breath and composed herself: "I have invited the other five factions to Wan'an Temple."

"Does Master Luo dare to go?"

Roger smiled upon hearing this: "Why wouldn't I dare?"

He turned to Master Kongzhi: "Master, would any of you Shaolin disciples dare to come with me?"

Master Kongzhi clasped his hands in prayer: "How could I refuse the invitation from Benefactor Luo?"

Thus, led by Zhao Min, the group headed towards Wan'an Temple in a grand procession.

……

Wan'an Temple.

This place was a key stronghold of the Mongol Yuan dynasty, and was heavily guarded.

What was once a serene Buddhist sanctuary has now become a high-level prison trapping various martial arts sects.

When Roger and his party arrived with Zhao Min, they could see high walls and deep courtyards, iron locks and beams, and rows of fully armed Mongol soldiers standing at the gate.

Inside the temple, the leaders and disciples of the five major sects were imprisoned in the temple's high tower.

Zhao Min said softly, "The forces of all five factions are here."

"If Master Luo wishes to save people, he might as well speak with my father first."

"Don't even think about exchanging me for the five factions' forces."

"Although I am a princess, I am just one person and cannot compare to the leaders and disciples of the five sects."

Roger simply smiled slightly: "Princess, have you misunderstood something?"

Zhao Min was taken aback upon hearing this.

Roger said calmly, "I'm not here to discuss cooperation."

"I'm here to sabotage things."

"Everyone here is garbage."

“I can kill you all as easily as killing chickens.”

Having said that, he took a step forward.

boom!
The ground cracked open, and a burst of energy swept outwards.

The Mongol soldiers at the entrance felt a sudden tightness in their chests, and then they were sent flying like kites with broken strings, falling to their deaths.

Azi clapped and cheered from the side: "Brother-in-law is awesome! Brother-in-law is so domineering!"

Zhao Min's expression changed drastically, and she shouted:

"Men, seize them!"

Before her voice could even finish, Roger threw her down, flashed past the crowd, and rushed straight to the temple gate.

boom!
The heavy temple gate was shattered by his palm strike.

In the blink of an eye, he had already stepped into Wan'an Temple.

Although the temple had already laid a trap, with dozens of experts lying in ambush, ready to capture him, the prince consort of Dali.

pity……

Roger is not someone they can control.

Even if all the top masters in the world, from the second to the hundredth, were combined, they still couldn't defeat him alone.

As for being the best in the world.

It was Roger himself, of course.

Roger moved both hands simultaneously, his punches thundering, and wherever he went, enemies fell to the ground.

Although we encountered a few people along the way, they were probably people like Xiao Xiangzi, Nemo Xing, and Yin Kexi.

He seems to be a bit stronger than ordinary martial arts masters.

But they were still too weak in front of Roger. Before they could even see what was happening, they were sent flying by a single punch.

The entire Wan'an Temple instantly transformed into a scene of Roger's one-sided brawl.

Master Kongzhi stood there, watching the scene before him, his lips twitching:

"Amitabha."

I should just keep chanting scriptures.

Originally, he wanted to lead the Shaolin disciples to join Roger in the attack.

But judging from the looks of it, there's no need for him to take action at all.

All he could do was recite the Rebirth Sutra for these extras who were casually slapped to death by Roger.

Roger ventured deep into Wan'an Temple, heading straight for the tall tower.

Along the way, guards, mechanisms, and traps were all easily destroyed by him, as if he had entered an uninhabited place.

The moment he pushed open the tower's doors, everyone from the five major sects looked up in unison.

Abbess Miejue, who had been sitting upright on the ground with her eyes closed in meditation, opened them upon hearing the noise:

"Master Luo has arrived."

Yue Buqun also stood up: "Thank you for your help, Hero Luo."

Song Yuanqiao nodded in agreement: "Thanks to Master Luo's timely arrival, otherwise we might have spent the rest of our lives here."

The group expressed their gratitude to Roger.

Roger waved his hand, his tone indifferent:
"No need to thank you."

Having said that, he raised his hand and waved it, giving a slight tremor.

Click!

The chains snapped, and the members of the five major factions finally regained their freedom.

But at that moment, Song Yuanqiao frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:
“Benefactor Luo, we have all been given the Ten Fragrant Muscle-Weakening Powder, and now our muscles and bones are weak and we have lost all our internal strength.”

"I'm afraid they won't be able to get down the tower on their own."

Upon hearing this, Roger glanced around and indeed found that everyone was pale, weak, and even standing was a bit difficult.

He glanced at Zhang Wuji among the Wudang group.

Even Zhang Wuji was now pale and unsteady on his feet.

Since Zhang Wuji was not kidnapped by the monk Shuobude, he did not master the Nine Yang Manual, and therefore did not reach the point of being immune to all diseases and poisons.

He also contracted the virus.

Roger shook his head slightly: "Don't be afraid, I'll help you detoxify."

After saying that, he flipped his palm, and a gentle stream of true energy flowed into everyone's dantian, circulating throughout their bodies along their meridians.

In an instant, everyone felt a warm current flowing through their bodies, their previously numb limbs gradually regained sensation, and the toxins in their bodies were completely expelled.

Everyone expressed their gratitude once again.

Just as everyone was preparing to leave the tower.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard.

The tower gate was blasted open by a powerful palm strike.

A tall lama dressed in a kasaya walked slowly in.

He holds five wheels made of gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead.

The roulette wheels are intertwined, creating an imposing sight.

Master Kongzhi lay disheveled to one side, his chest heaving, clearly having just experienced a fierce battle.

The lama's gaze was cold and stern as he scanned the crowd, finally settling on Roger.

He smirked: "So you are the benefactor Luo who defeated the Tibetan national teacher, Kumārajīva?"

Roger looked at him, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes:
"It's me."

"You little monk, you want to have a contest with me?"

Roger had already figured it out.

That lama must be the Golden Wheel Dharma King, the number one master of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty!

Years ago, when the Golden Wheel Monk heard that Roger had single-handedly defeated Kumārajīva, causing him to instantly attain enlightenment and experience a life-or-death struggle, he had already harbored the intention to challenge him.

Now that they had seen him in person, they could no longer suppress their fighting spirit:
"This humble monk is not as skilled as Senior Kumārajīva, but I am still willing to learn from Benefactor Luo's superior techniques."

Roger chuckled and said, "Alright."

"I also want to see just how powerful the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill of the Vajrayana School of Esoteric Buddhism really is."

He slowly stepped forward, stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke in a leisurely tone:
"Please, Your Majesty."

The Golden Wheel Dharma King said no more, and then unleashed all five wheels in his hands.

Roger simply smiled, took a step, and floated up into the air.

(End of this chapter)