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

Chapter 179 This sword strike is on behalf of Little Spider to greet you all!
The world is so vast, and every era will see the emergence of extraordinary individuals.

And after these powerful individuals mastered unparalleled martial arts, nine out of ten of them would accomplish one achievement.

Sweep through Shaolin.

Facing such a powerful figure, it would be impossible for Shaolin Temple to fight alone.

Thus, the Arhat Formation came into being. As a formation-type ultimate skill in the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts system, the Arhat Formation is divided into many variations such as the "Small Arhat Formation", "Large Arhat Formation", "Eighteen Bronze Men Formation", "Bodhidharma Twenty-Four Arhats Formation", and "Iron Bucket Formation".

However, these formations are extremely difficult to deal with. In addition, Shaolin's strength is immense and its warrior monks have vigorous blood and energy. Once they launch an attack, it is continuous and relentless, like a net that will never end.

Therefore, those invincible strongmen, when faced with such relentless attacks and fierce battles, were either beaten to death, exhausted to death, or driven to the brink of collapse and forced to surrender.

Ultimately, he became a protector of the Buddhist monks, contributing to the development of the Seventy-Two Arts. He added a footnote to Shaolin's compassionate motto of "laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot." At the same time, he served as a stepping stone for Shaolin's prestige.

Now, with a command from the Great Compassionate Zen Master: "The Arhat Formation!"

With thunderous steps, 108 monks clad in iron armor and wearing iron helmets marched forward in unison, pressing towards Ren Shaoyang.

The Great Compassionate Zen Master roared, "This man has fallen into the demonic path, his sins are unforgivable! Use thunderous methods to subdue the demon!"

All 108 monks responded in unison, "Yes!"

The monks' robes fluttered, the iron armor clanged, and the formation instantly surrounded Ren Shaoyang, as tight as an iron barrel.

If the monks moved like thunder, their voices shaking the surrounding fields.

Ren Shaoyang, standing tall in the formation, was much more composed and carefree, like an ancient pine tree.

Instead of looking at the monks who had rushed forward to set up the formation, Ren Jianshen raised his left hand and examined it over and over, occasionally flicking his fingernails.

There seems to be something special about his left hand.

His actions thoroughly enraged the monks, but as the true core of Shaolin, they were furious but did not take action.

Instead, she did nothing but walk towards him.

He strode over.

This is more terrifying than anything else.

One hundred and eight people entered together, their armor clanking loudly. The circle shrank, and a terrifying aura surged and compressed.

One hundred and eight iron-willed monks strode forward, seemingly intent on crushing, squeezing, and utterly killing Ren Jianshen!

This extremely powerful aura was something no one had ever seen before.

It's even more stressful than the oppressive, gloomy sky we see now.

Such overwhelming pressure caused even the tens of thousands of experts watching to change color.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes revealed a complex and anxious expression, and he said repeatedly, "Oh dear! Sword God Ren is being too arrogant. Why wait for the Arhat Formation to be completed?"

Hua Manlou also shook his head slightly: "What a terrifying aura!"

Ximen Chuixue said coldly, "Sword God Ren disdains sneak attacks."

"This isn't about sneak attack!" Lu Xiaofeng was so anxious he was practically jumping up and down. "You know the Blood God Child of the Demonic Sect back then, right? Wasn't his martial arts unmatched? He went to Shaolin alone, and no one could defeat him. He was no less formidable than today's Sword God Ren!"

"But what was the result? Weren't they still tricked into the Arhat Formation and trapped there for three days and three nights until they died?"

Hua Manlou also took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Ren Jianshen's swordsmanship is undoubtedly the best in history, but after such a bloody battle, his strength has been reduced. Compared to the Blood God Child of yesteryear, he is at a greater disadvantage!"

Not only them, but everyone in the square was also discussing it, all feeling alarmed by the pressure of the Arhat Formation.

The outside world's turmoil could not affect Ren Shaoyang, who stood in the center of the formation, lightly flicking his fingers.

"Ren Shaoyang, why don't you move?" a senior monk shouted, brandishing a staff.

Ren Shaoyang paused, then smiled and said, "Only when the mind is as still as water, stillness gives rise to movement, and only then can one find wonder in the mundane."

The senior monk sneered and shouted, "Pretending to be mysterious!"

Ren Shaoyang glanced at him sideways and smiled slightly: "Although you have made a great commotion, like a thousand thunderbolts and ten thousand cavalrymen coming together, in my heart you are actually contradictory and mutually restraining, not worth a laugh."

The man in white slowly turned around and said in a relaxed tone, "If I had to make a big fuss and startle you all, how could I show my superior skills?"

"Hmph! Even on the verge of death, he's still sharp-tongued!" the head monk shouted. "Fellow disciples, there's no need to hold back. Let's kill this fiend!"

"Yes!"

Then came the sound of thunderous footsteps as the monks pressed closer. Immediately, the first monk thrust out his long staff, aiming straight for Ren Shaoyang's throat.

Ren Shaoyang flicked his wrist, aiming a sharp "whoosh" at the center of the monk's forehead, but the monk continued his attack, seemingly oblivious.

Two monks on either side of him struck him with sticks, one slapping his arm away and the other aiming for his temple.

Ren Shaoyang swayed and delivered a powerful punch, sending the monk flying along with his staff. Normally, the monk would have died if he had touched him.

But then the Shaolin monks slightly shifted their stance, and more than ten people shouted as they used their staffs to deflect the force, thus dissipating the immense power from the monk's body in mid-air.

The leading monk laughed loudly: "Old Demon Ren, no matter how strong your martial arts are or how great your strength is, it's useless in this Arhat Formation!"

Just as he was speaking, several more monks came straight at him wielding clubs.

As Ren Shaoyang dodged, he saw a skinny monk appear from the side with two striking fingers. At the same time, several other people behind him dodged his gaze and made virtual finger gestures.

Ren Jianshen waved his hand and watched them dodge, seemingly lost in thought.

However, the monks within the formation moved around unpredictably, defusing the force with ease, and then unleashed their various unique skills to strike again.

At this moment, the pressure on Ren Shaoyang far exceeded that when he first entered the battle, and now he was in a situation where he had almost nowhere to stand.

Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, and tens of thousands of martial arts practitioners outside the circle all felt the immense energy and pressure filling the world, and even their breathing seemed difficult.

The head monk's eyes flashed with a fierce, fiery light as he roared, "Old Demon Ren, I've got your head!" He suddenly reached out to grab Ren Shaoyang!
On the distant mountain, Ye Gucheng and the Prince of the South watched together.

Seeing this, the Prince of the South couldn't help but ask, "Master, since Sword God Ren is already in such a desperate situation, is the outcome already decided?"

Ye Gucheng watched as the 108 Shaolin monks exchanged formations, their shouts echoing as their qi interacted and circulated, their breaths becoming one.

Its three treasures—essence, energy, and spirit—resonate and interact, forming a perfectly harmonious whole.

Ren Shaoyang was like a small insect trapped in amber in the formation. Even if he struggled, his chances of survival were slim. Moreover, he was just shifting his body and passively blocking the stick.

It seems they've given up the struggle?
Ye Gucheng chuckled and asked, "Young Master, what kind of person do you think Ren Jianshen is?"

"Aloof and unconventional, ethereal like a celestial being detached from the world."

"That's right, but there's one thing missing."

"What's missing?"

Ye Gucheng looked at the white figure in the crowd below: "A Spectacular Insight!"

The Prince of the South murmured, "Perceptive insight, huh?" "My grandfather once said that the Sword God Ren had eyes as clear as candles, was good at observing people's hearts, and was invincible when he acted after careful planning," Ye Gucheng said with his hands behind his back. "So, do you think he wouldn't have any means to retaliate?"

The Prince of the South exclaimed, "Did Sword God Ren do this on purpose?"

"Of course Shao Yang did it on purpose!"

Suddenly, a crisp voice was heard.

The two suddenly looked up and saw a girl sitting in a tree beside them, dressed in blood-stained clothes, with a curved knife at her waist, smiling at them.

"Greetings, Sister Hongxiu!" Ye Gucheng and the Prince of the South bowed together.

"No need, no need!"

Hongxiu jumped down from the tree branch, put her hands behind her back, and walked over with the arrogance of a little adult. Looking at the young man, she said directly, "Prince of the Southern King?"

The young man asked in surprise, "What are your orders, Sister Hongxiu?"

Hongxiu smiled and looked at him, saying, "You want to usurp the throne?"

The Prince of the South's eyes widened suddenly, flashing with disbelief. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Ye Gucheng said, "Young Master, no one has any secrets from Sister Hongxiu."

The Crown Prince of the Southern Kingdom sighed softly, "Only when I truly confront mythology do I realize how terrifying it is." As he spoke, he nodded honestly, admitting, "Yes, I will seize this opportunity to take the throne!"

Hongxiu laughed and said, "That's very interesting."

The Prince of the South's eyes widened, as if he doubted he had misheard. Ye Gucheng also exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Hongxiu, you..."

The beggar said, "The Imperial Guards are gathering down the mountain. How about we wipe them out together?"

Ye Gucheng's eyes suddenly lit up: "Since Sister Hongxiu has invited me, how could I dare to refuse?"

The Crown Prince of the South was also very excited. He suddenly asked, "Sister Hongxiu, is it possible that the 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier' are going to form an alliance with me?"

Hongxiu raised an eyebrow and looked at Ye Gucheng: "Did I say anything about forming an alliance?"

Ye Gucheng smiled and said, "No."

Hongxiu rolled her eyes at the prince: "Who would dare to form an alliance with us? Don't they care about their reputation?" With that, she turned and walked down the mountain.

The Prince of the South was bewildered by the little beggar's sudden shout and looked at his master.

Ye Gucheng stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Compared to Ren Jianshen and Daohuang, the Blood-Clad Woman is more flexible in her approach and more ruthless in her methods. She is willing to do things that benefit both sides, so we just need to cooperate well."

The crown prince wanted to argue further: "Yes."

"Your Highness!" Ye Gucheng grabbed his shoulder, his face serious. "Don't even think about subduing them!" His eyes were piercing as he spoke each word clearly. "People will really die."

Just then, Hongxiu, who was walking in front, paused, looked down, and laughed, "Little Ye, take a look at what the real Divine Spider Sword is."

Ye Gucheng's expression changed, and he suddenly looked towards the square.
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The senior monk lunged at the white figure who had been forced to the brink of extinction.

But when he flew into the air, he suddenly found that his body was completely unable to move!
The monk was fully conscious, but his body was completely out of his control. He cried out, "What, what's going on?" He suddenly looked up at the white-robed figure in front of him: "It's you, did you use sorcery?"

"Sorcery?" Ren Shaoyang's left hand trembled, revealing a deep blue silk thread attached to a ring on his hand.

The silk thread, however, bound the great monk, lifting him into the air.

"Haven't you always wanted to see how a tragic figure dies? Now you'll get to experience it for yourselves."

The monk felt the silk threads wrapping around his body, tightening the more he struggled. Suddenly, his eyes widened: "The Divine Spider Sword!"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "You all knew all along." He shook his head slightly, "They really deserve to die."

Just then, the remaining monks raised their clubs and attacked with overwhelming force.

"This sword strike is to pay my respects to you all on behalf of Little Spider!" Ren Jianshen slightly raised his hand, then clenched his fist!
Zheng!
Countless blue threads suddenly appeared in his hand, and a tremendous force surged out, causing the threads to straighten and spring up abruptly!
The monks shouted and charged straight at them, but suddenly a flash of light appeared, as if a gentle breeze had swept by.

With a soft "snap".

The bronze rods fell to the ground, with a small section still held in their hands.

Suddenly, the hundred monks found the scenery before them inexplicably scattered, and a strange, intense pain struck them. Before they could even utter a cry of agony, they were all chopped into a mass of minced meat, blood gushing out and splattering on the ground like mud.

"Boom!"
The bluestone ground suddenly shattered into millions of tiny fragments, which flew up like raindrops, making a constant hissing sound. The dust filled the sky, revealing countless blood-red hues.

"what?!"

"What kind of martial art is this? How could it kill all the monks in the Arhat Formation in an instant?"

"Is this swordsmanship or sorcery?"

The onlookers gasped in shock, their legs trembling uncontrollably, and they retreated in a wave of fear.

With a clang, someone was so frightened that they dropped their weapon, raised their hands, turned around, and ran away. The rest of the group followed suit and fled down the mountain.

However, Ye Gucheng and the Prince of the South could see it clearly from the distant mountains.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

At this moment, the field was covered with blood-stained threads.

These silk threads, illuminated by the dim light of the day, shimmered with a blood-red glow, so eerie and sinister.

Ren Jianshen stood there, looking down on everyone.

His expression remained indifferent, inspiring awe and a sense of invincibility.

Even when all the orthodox masters joined forces, and even the mighty Arhat Formation was finally deployed, they were still no match for him.

How could one believe such martial arts skills without seeing them with their own eyes?

At this moment, the entire mountain gate square fell silent, and an invisible fear once again filled their hearts.

"The Divine Spider Sword".

Ye Gucheng said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect it to be a sword formation created by one person!"

Just now, whether Ren Shaoyang raised his hand, flicked his finger, or even turned around and waved his sleeve, he was shooting out the sword threads of the Divine Spider Sword. These sword threads were invisible and intangible, and the monks were so excited to push him into a corner that they couldn't detect them at all.

Therefore, Ren Shaoyang raised his hand and clenched his fist. With a flick of his sword, all the monks were shattered!

The Prince of the South's throat was dry. Looking at the blood-red ground below, an overwhelming fear turned into a chill that pressed against his chest, making it almost impossible for him to straighten up.

"If this were to grow another ten or a hundred feet, wouldn't it be enough to destroy the entire Tu City given enough time?"

Hooray!
After the thunder and lightning, a strong wind and rain followed, with torrential white rain and a misty haze.

Hongxiu took out a bird's nest-shaped hat and put it on her head, her voice ethereal: "After the little spider dies, there will be no more divine spider silk in this world."

(End of this chapter)