Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 165 Crushing Wudang
The donkey cart stopped in the town for a day.

During this time, someone finally cautiously found Ren Shaoyang, knelt down and cried out his grievances.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at it and immediately shouted, "Hongxiu!"

"Have!"

Red-sleeved kitten salutes.

"Ding'an!"

"Here!" Ding An jumped out.

"Follow this butcher and apprehend them!"

Ding'an and Hongxiu replied, "Okay!"

The three men immediately set out to arrest people in the city. If the original order was composed of the prefect, yamen runners, wealthy households, gentry, and gangsters, and needed laws and evidence as a cover, it was actually a top-down means of control.

Then, with the arrival of "Butcher", "One-Knife Immortal" and "Broken Knife"...

The iron fist of absolute fairness thus quietly descended upon the world.

The little beggar possesses the ability to "manipulate thoughts," making her impossible to deceive. She can even summon her sister, who, in a state of absolute calm and "divinity," can expose the darkest secrets in people's hearts with just a few words, completely shattering their psychological defenses.

Ding An was the best executor. He absolutely trusted the little beggar. When the little beggar told him to arrest someone, he didn't care who it was and would break down the door to arrest them.

Ren Shaoyang reassured the crowd and listened to their voices.

On this day, the city's yamen runners, wealthy families, gentry, and gangsters—all those forces and individuals who oppressed the people and bullied men and women—faced their final judgment.

After capturing these people, the three villains escorted them to Caishikou in a grand procession. Facing the onlookers, they quickly determined the crimes with a few words. Then, "Red Candle Flower" and "Dragon-Capturing Divine Sword" were drawn, and within a day, Caishikou was turned into a sea of ​​blood.

If Ren Shaoyang and his group killed people to protect themselves on their journey from south to north...

So their current massacre of evildoers in the city is a manifestation of their heroic nature.

Ultimately, they were still significantly influenced by Yan Nantian and still wanted to do something.

To set an example for the injustices of the world, to vent the anger of the common people, and to bring to justice those high-ranking, disgusting, and power-hungry officials.

This was a brutal killing spree, with nearly a thousand people killed.

The people were dumbfounded and terrified.

Hongxiu, though in the "younger sister" state, showed no mercy and turned the place into a blood-red hell as if it were a true divine punishment.

When the three of them left Caishikou, the people looked at them with a mixture of fear and fervor.

Suddenly, someone on the left shouted, "The Three Fiends Bodhisattvas!"

Ding An glanced to the side and saw an old man staring at him with a face full of fervor.

He felt the man looked familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized that the old man was in a very miserable state. His land had been seized by the local gentry, his daughter had been harmed by the landlords and powerful people, and he himself had broken one of his legs. He could only make a living by begging.

As Ding An was pondering this, he heard another shout from his right: "The Three Fiend Bodhisattvas!"

In an instant, the shouts became two, then three, growing louder and louder, sweeping through the crowd like a whirlwind.

The crowd went from initial panic to fervor, shouting, "The Three Evil Bodhisattvas have arrived! Justice will be served!"

They shouted as they surged forward, a chaotic jumble of people, staggering and falling, threatening to cause a stampede.

Seeing that his good intentions were about to backfire, Ren Shaoyang stomped his feet on the ground, pressed his waist, and let out a long howl.

The howling sound was just like a clap of thunder in spring, crackling throughout the city, making the roof tiles shake and the leaves fall in a rustling sound.

Hearing the powerful and intense roar, the people present felt numb all over, their legs and feet went numb, and they froze on the spot. After a while, they covered their ears and retreated in all directions.

Seeing the streets quickly cleared, and to prevent another stampede, the three didn't linger. They returned to the inn, found the donkey cart, and drove out of the city.

We headed straight for Wudang Mountain.

The blood-red donkey cart was incredibly fast. This city was located at the border of Henan and Hubei provinces. After traveling for half a day, the sun began to set, and Wudang Mountain was already faintly visible in the distance.

The Wudang Mountains stretch for 800 li, with towering peaks and beautiful scenery, truly a wonderful place.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain, Ding'an, unfamiliar with the path, looked up and asked, "This place is so vast, yet I don't know where the Wudang Sect is?"

Ren Shaoyang pointed to a palace with upturned eaves hidden in the woods and said, "That is the place where the Wudang Taoists live, called Zixiao Palace."

Hongxiu clapped her hands and shouted, "Target identified, let's go up the mountain!"

The three hit it off immediately and began to ascend the mountain along the winding path.

The mountain wind was biting, the trees were rustling, and the distant forest leaves whispered like the scales of a giant green python. In the distance, the waterfall cascaded down; nearby, the mournful cries of mountain birds filled the air—a scene brimming with deadly tension!
The wind grew stronger and stronger, and after turning around a huge rock, a cluster of palaces came into view.

Ren Shaoyang's ponytail swayed straight in the mountain wind as he pointed to the palace complex ahead and shouted, "The Jade Void Palace is just ahead. Enter the valley from the Jade Void Palace and go uphill to reach the Purple Cloud Palace."

Hongxiu and Ding'an nodded to each other and said in unison, "Let's pay our respects at the mountain!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily: "Paying respects to the mountain!" The three of them darted out like a whirlwind, braving the biting mountain wind, and arrived at a large rock in the blink of an eye.

Sword-unlocking stone!
Suddenly, several whistles were heard from behind the cliff, and several Taoist priests leaped out, each wielding a long sword, blocking the way and shouting: "Who dares to trespass on Wudang Mountain!"

Ding!
No one responded; only the continuous clanging of metal could be heard.

The Taoist priest looked closely and saw that the two men and one woman in front of him were expressionless, and they bounced up together with a "ding" and landed in his palm at the same time.

They rose and fell repeatedly, their movements perfectly synchronized.

A young Taoist priest sneered, "You come to Wudang Mountain to act tough and show off your strength. You're really tired of living. If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think you're something special." Before he could finish speaking, a middle-aged Taoist priest next to him suddenly pinched his mouth shut.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm, "The Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier! The Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier have arrived! Call for help! Quickly call for help!"

The remaining few men paled and hurriedly turned to run through the rubble, shouting, "It's bad! The Three Fiends of the North are here!"

The sound was shrill and echoed throughout the entire Wudang Mountain.

In an instant, the entire Wudang Mountain was alarmed.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The bronze bell on the mountain emitted a loud and rapid sound, one after another, each higher than the last. In an instant, Taoist priests from all the peaks rushed towards the Jade Void Palace, converging like a flowing river.

The evening wind howled, scraping like a knife, whistling through the mountains and fields like the weeping of ghosts.

The middle-aged Taoist priest tossed the young Taoist priest away, then turned around and asked with a solemn expression, "What brings the three of you to my Wudang Temple?"

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Didn't you receive the swallows in front of the hall?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly fell silent, his face turning deathly pale, and he said in a trembling voice, "You, you really want to destroy my Wudang?"

"Otherwise what?" Ren Shaoyang said expressionlessly. "I always keep my word." With that, he flicked his sleeve, and a powerful force surged forth.

The middle-aged Taoist priest, unable to control himself, tumbled down the mountain, dancing and waving his arms, and disappeared without a trace.

The three continued up the mountain, and after turning two corners, the terrain ahead opened up slightly. They heard the sound of weapons clashing, and forty-nine Taoist priests leaped out of the pine forest, brandishing their swords and glaring angrily.

They were divided into seven small formations, each with four people on the left and three on the right, forming the "True Martial Seven Intercept Formation" to meet the enemy.

The long-bearded old Taoist priest leading the group shouted, "Demon! Do you think you can destroy Wudang so easily?" He brandished his long sword and yelled, "Form the formation!"

The Taoists responded in unison, and the formation shifted, instantly splitting into forty-nine longswords that surged like a great river, heading straight for the three.

The sword tips jagged, the wind howled sharply, creating an astonishing formation.

Ren Shaoyang snorted coldly and leaped several times, already close in. With the sudden activation of the "Great Vajra Divine Power", a hundred or so sword blades materialized in his sleeve, instantly severing the incoming sword and then drifting away with the blades.

Blue light flashed, blood splattered into the sky, dust and leaves flew everywhere, screams rang out, and in the blink of an eye, forty-nine Taoist priests were killed, not one of them survived.

Amidst the howling wind, a shrill shout suddenly rang out: "Demon, how dare you!"

This loud shout was brimming with internal energy, shaking mountains and valleys, startling birds into flight, and causing the wind to howl and cranes to cry.

Then they saw hundreds of Taoist priests rushing towards them from the distant mountains.

The leader was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a beard, and his disciples behind him each carried a gleaming sword, their eyes flashing with a sharp light, indicating that they were quite skilled.

After everyone landed, they saw a bloody scene. The "Great True Martial Seven Intercept Formation" composed of forty-nine Taoist priests could not withstand the "Butcher's" attack.

Seeing the horrific scene, the Taoist felt a chill run through him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then suddenly opened them and glared at Ren Shaoyang, his eyes blazing with fury as if he wanted to devour him. He said in a stern voice, "Fine, you're very good! You actually dared to come to Wudang Mountain to kill people!" His tone was full of shock and pain.

The Taoist priests behind him were enraged, cursing and swearing, and were about to pounce on him like madmen.

Ren Shaoyang waved his sleeve, and the divine sword danced behind him like a sword wheel, buzzing loudly, which made everyone's expression change and caused an uproar.

"What? You're allowed to kill me, but I'm not allowed to kill you?" Ren Shaoyang's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he waved his sleeve.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Then a dozen sword blades came slashing down, with the force of the Yellow River rushing and surging.

"Divine Sword Captures the Dragon!"

The middle-aged Taoist exclaimed in surprise, seeing the long sword flash with blue light, covering more than a dozen of his vital points. Suddenly, he and more than a dozen white-haired old Taoists behind him drew their swords at the same time.

A series of clanging sounds rang out as the men swung their swords faster and faster, each facing the blade.

After only a dozen or so moves, the Wudang group felt that the incoming sword had a faint sound of wind and thunder, and its power was as deep as the ocean, while they themselves were already showing signs of being suffocated.

Meanwhile, those ghostly sword blades became even more agile, causing the middle-aged Taoist and the old Taoist behind him to be extremely shocked and furious, and they secretly looked over.

Ren Shaoyang stood there in a white robe, his left hand behind his back and his right hand pointing outwards with his fingers, looking as if he were riding the wind, with an unparalleled demeanor.

In his despair, the middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't help but feel immense admiration: "Amitabha! This man's swordsmanship is so high, it's practically godlike!" Then a thought struck him: "My poor Wudang sect is doomed today."

(End of this chapter)