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

Chapter 415 The Dilapidated Temple God and Po Jun

On the altar, a fierce-looking man laughed wildly.

This man had white hair and eyebrows, a sinister look on his face, and wore a green robe. His fierce and evil aura was palpable.

Jian Chen pointed his halberd and shouted, "Who are you, daring to insult my master?"

"Does Nameless need me to insult him?" the burly man sneered. "His inexplicable swordsmanship is nothing but a hollow reputation!"

"shut up!"

Jian Chen took a step forward, thrust out a finger, and shouted, "You have insulted my master time and time again! This is intolerable!"

As Jian Chen's fingers moved like lightning, enveloping the major acupoints all over his body, the burly man still smiled coldly. When the fingers reached his body, he suddenly shouted, "Well done!"

The burly man swept his hand across the air, creating a large circle. He moved without a trace, his movements as swift as the wind, only becoming noticeable upon contact.

Jian Chen's face immediately turned pale, and he was still in shock.

The burly man had already grabbed his wrist, and with a slight exertion, he gave a cold laugh: "Really, not very good!"

Jian Chen felt an incomparably fierce energy invade his meridians, his whole body felt like it had been struck by lightning, and his bones felt like they were about to fall apart.

But he was, after all, the successor of the "Hero's Sword," and immediately raised his left hand and pointed a finger at the big man's forehead.

This time, he used the "Inexplicable Grief" move, which was extremely fast. Even Bu Jingyun could not deflect this divine stroke.

"Owner!"

"be careful!"

The bald man and the fat man had just gotten up when they saw this and both shouted loudly.

Before he could finish speaking, a "thud" was heard, and a finger landed on the big man's brow.

"how come?!"

Jian Chen's expression changed drastically. He felt as if his fingers were touching a piece of dead wood, without any physical sensation.

At this moment, his right hand was grabbed, and his left hand touched his brow, leaving him suspended above the shrine.

"Hmph, boring." The burly man sneered. "I told you, Wuming is all talk and no action!"

Jian Chen shouted, "Shut up!"

"shut up?"

The burly man rolled his eyes, his anger flaring up. "Trying to bully me?!"

Grabbing Jian Chen, he suddenly stood up straight.

Boom!

The shrine suddenly shattered, with bricks and tiles scattering everywhere.

The burly man said coldly, "A perfectly good training material has been ruined." As he spoke, he casually tossed it aside.

With a thud, Jian Chen fell to the ground like trash, his blood surging and he couldn't get up.

"Boy, if you immediately become my disciple, I will not only spare your life, but also teach you unparalleled martial arts. What do you say?"

Jian Chen lay on the ground, then suddenly raised his head and shouted, "No! I will never betray my master!"

"Hey, your master gave you a chance, and you dare to refuse?"

The bald man rolled up his sleeves, grinned maliciously, and walked towards Jian Chen. He swung his right arm and slapped him across the face, shouting, "Kid, you're asking for it!"

Snapped!
Jian Chen was seriously injured and weak. His face was swollen and red from the beating, and he lay limply backward.

Tap tap tap~
The burly man slowly approached, looked down at him, and said, "You have no choice. If you don't become my disciple, you will die!"

"I do not!"

"Do you really want to die?" Da Han's tone was as cold as ice.

Jian Chen remained defiant, and smiled: "I won't!"

The burly man sighed, "What a pity."

The fat man strode forward, and without another word, drew his sword and slashed at the man's neck.

Jian Chen thought to himself, "Master, it's a pity I couldn't make you proud; I died in this dilapidated temple."

The thought of the word "ruined temple" brought a slight smile to his face. "Heh, the Sword God actually called me 'the god of the ruined temple, invincible with his spear.' If I die today, I suppose he'll be a little surprised to hear that?"

When he thought of the dignified and composed Ren Jianshen, and the look of astonishment on his face when he heard that he had died in a dilapidated temple, he was filled with disbelief.

His smile grew even wider.

As Jian Chen's head was separated from his body, the burly man suddenly raised his right hand: "Wait!"

bass!
The Japanese sword suddenly rang out, its blade gleaming coldly, and a bloodstain appeared on the tip of Jian Chen's nose.

The burly man leaned down, his fierce eyebrows bulging, and demanded, "What the hell are you laughing at?"

The handsome man in the dilapidated temple chuckled: "I do!"

The burly man said sternly, "Tell me, and maybe I'll let you go?"

Do you think I'm stupid?

"If you don't tell me, I'll tear you apart."

Jian Chen smiled indifferently and said, "The reason I'm smiling is because of something the Sword God once told me."

Sword God?

Upon hearing those two words, the burly man and the two men behind him all changed their expressions.

"You mean 'Sword God' Ren Shaoyang?"

"Yes."

The burly man asked, "What did he say to you?"

"He said a lot of strange things, but there's one sentence I remember very clearly."

"Say it!"

Knowing he was going to die, Jian Chen didn't care. He endured the pain, propped himself up with his arms, and chuckled, "He said that I was invincible in the ruined temple."

He glanced at his disheveled appearance, feeling as if he were falling apart, and shook his head with a wry smile. "It seems Sword God Ren was wrong." "Hmph! Sword God?"

The burly man laughed arrogantly and said, "I've been away from the Central Plains for too long, allowing this brat to become famous! What kind of bullshit Sword God is he? I'd like to see how many moves he can withstand from my Killing Wolf technique!"

Jian Chen looked at him and licked his lips: "My master said that the Sword God is petty."

"He's petty. Do you think I, Po Jun, am good-tempered?"

"what?!"

Jian Chen's heart pounded with anxiety, and he exclaimed, "Are you Po Jun?"

Po Jun chuckled coldly, "What, only now do you recognize me, my dear nephew?"

Jian Chen coldly replied, "Who is your junior disciple? You are my mortal enemy!"

"I've never seen you before, so why would I have a grudge against you?"

"You murdered my master's wife," Jian Chen said, enunciating each word clearly. "I wish I could tear you to pieces. Doesn't that make me a mortal enemy?"

Po Jun's expression finally changed, and he asked solemnly, "Who told you that?"

"Hmph! If you don't want anyone to know, then don't do it in the first place!"

Po Jun glanced at him and sneered, "Kid, just because you don't tell me doesn't mean I won't know." He extended his right hand and slowly clenched his fist. "I traveled to Japan to hone my skills in the Killing Wolf Technique. Now, I'll let you try it!"

Seeing the murderous aura surging around him, Jian Chen felt as if his heart had plummeted into an abyss, but he still spoke with a tough tone: "If you're going to do it, then do it quickly, stop hesitating!"

"Fine," Po Jun sneered, "Let's see if you can be so tough later!"

"Hehe, I don't think you'd be that tough."

Po Jun grinned maliciously, preparing to strike Jian Chen hard, but before he could finish speaking, a clear voice suddenly reached his ears.

"who?"

Po Jun's eyes widened suddenly, he turned his head abruptly, and shouted sharply.

Upon hearing this, the fat man and the bald man were about to rush out of the dilapidated temple to investigate, but just as they turned around...

Suddenly, a loud "crack" was heard.

"Ouch!" The two men's bodies suddenly separated, and their internal organs slid out of their cavities with a whoosh and crashed to the ground.

They remained standing with their legs upright, but their upper bodies floated like kites, drifting leisurely for several feet before finally landing.

Large gushes of blood gushed out, and in no time, the ground was covered in crimson.

The sudden change caused both Po Jun and Jian Chen to change their expressions drastically, their hearts filled with fear.

boom!
The door suddenly burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud crash.

Upon hearing this voice, Jian Chen was deeply shaken and stared intently at it.

Ren Shaoyang, dressed in white, stood elegantly at the entrance, like the moon emerging from the clouds, adding a touch of brightness to the gloomy little temple.

Seeing Jian Chen covered in mud, Ren Shaoyang nodded to him.

Jian Chen felt a lump in his throat and almost burst into tears.

He had withstood Po Jun's threats and inducements with his own strength, but when he faced the white-robed sword god, his spirit dissipated. He felt as if he were an insect seeing the moonlight, both admiring and ashamed.

A mix of emotions surged within him, making his eyes sting, and he quickly lowered his head.

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "So you're the only one who can play the Po Jun role?"

Po Jun's expression turned solemn: "Who are you?"

Ren Shaoyang.

Broken face changed drastically: "Sword God!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled: "Didn't you just say I'm a 'prodigal son who has become famous'? Now that I'm here, what are you going to do about it?"

Po Jun suddenly laughed arrogantly, "Good! I'll see what makes you worthy of calling yourself 'Sword God'!" He spread his hands apart, hooked his five fingers, and reached for Ren Shaoyang's shoulders and ribs.

In an instant, the sky and earth were filled with sorrow and despair, and a murderous aura surged forth, causing Ren Shaoyang's long hair to flutter like a flag, and the dust beneath his feet to explode with a roar.

Po Jun's claw strike is imbued with his own "fierce and malevolent energy," making it powerful and domineering. It can crush people and objects as easily as striking rotten soil. If the claw touches the body, it will cause the opponent's blood and qi to flow backward to the brain, causing blockages in the upper body. The opponent's flesh, blood, tendons, and bones will be twisted into a mess, resulting in a gruesome death.

Seeing that Po Jun was making a fierce move.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled, his pace quickened as if shrinking the distance between them, and he charged forward, throwing a punch with a whoosh.

This punch was simple and straightforward, without any parrying, blocking, or feints; it was just a punch thrown out, drawing a "one" shape in the air.

What seemed like a child's playful punch was actually a "divine punch"!
boom!
Fist and claw collided fiercely, and Po Jun's feet suddenly sank, creating a large crater with a loud bang, as if a heavy boulder had crashed down.

"How is this possible?!" Po Jun exclaimed in shock.

Then he saw the white-robed figure standing opposite him, fist raised, feet neither too far to the side, his demeanor and aura suddenly changing, innocent and carefree, untouched by worldly dust, which was the "Blissful Child Appearance" of the Peanut Master.

What was most terrifying was that the ground beneath his feet was like solidified steel; it not only did not collapse, but there wasn't even the slightest footprint or dust!

Po Jun exclaimed in shock, "What kind of skill is that?!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, then his expression changed drastically, becoming like damp ashes and charred wood, utterly dejected, yet somehow miraculously finding life within death and victory within defeat. This was precisely the "appearance of emptiness of all phenomena" of the Great Suffering Venerable!
He then raised his arm and flicked his sleeves three times.

Ahhhhh!
With each stroke, Po Jun would shout loudly; after three strokes, he would shout three times.

The most amazing thing is that Ren Shaoyang clearly brushed it away flat, but the force reached his body and actually went downwards.

With three loud rumbles, the violent energy tore the ground beneath Po Jun's feet apart, revealing winding cracks. Dust rose up, only to be squeezed out and suddenly shot into the sky.

Wow!
The roof tiles exploded, and dust rose like a tornado, reaching dozens of feet high before dissipating into nothingness.

Po Jun, who had suffered the most severe blow, had his facial muscles contort and tremble, and his hair and beard exploded like dandelions.

boom!
He was hammered into the ground like a nail, leaving only a fierce-looking head with white hair and white eyebrows sticking out!

"Whoo~"

Ren Shaoyang remained calm as he slowly lowered his right hand, his sleeves billowing out, pristine white.

"You think I'm petty, don't you?"

(End of this chapter)