Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 216 One Whip Opens the Mountain Gate
When a tiger enters a village, every household closes its doors.

But there are exceptions to every rule, and there are always those who are ruthless and unreasonable.

At this moment, Jiang Mingzhe's eyes flashed with cold light, and his body exuded a murderous aura, causing everyone who saw him to involuntarily feel fear.

But there was one stubborn man who, though clearly afraid, thought to himself: This man is so imposing, intimidating everyone into silence. Shouldn't I step forward?

Driven by ambition and greed, he overcame his fear, drew the iron whip from his back, leaped to block Jiang Mingzhe, and roared, "In front of all the heroes of the world, you dare to play tricks! If you don't take off your mask, don't blame me for using the 'Mount Hua Divine Whip'..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Mingzhe kicked out, and the Huayue Divine Whip soared into the air, waving its arms and legs as if swimming on its back, flying five or six zhang away, higher and higher, before crashing into the mountain gate with a bang.

The poor old plaque with the three golden characters of Shaolin Temple was smashed into pieces by the powerful body of the Huayue Divine Whip.

The body of Huayue Divine Whip was embedded in the wall, its head breaking out like a giant tortoise, spitting out blood that cascaded down from the top of the mountain gate like a small waterfall.

Everyone present was stunned. Some of the more worldly-wise exclaimed inwardly, "The sky has fallen!" This signboard of Shaolin Temple was personally inscribed by Li Shimin when the thirteen Shaolin monks saved Emperor Taizong of Tang! Over four hundred years ago, it has been destroyed today...

Then one could see that all the monks who were in charge of receiving guests had red eyes.

One of the quick-witted ones ran back to get reinforcements, while the other seven or eight shouted, "This madman deserves to die!" and pounced on them from three sides.

When Fang Caiyue's divine whip flew out, the whip slipped from his hand and swung high into the air. Jiang Mingzhe caught it in the process, and without stopping, he casually swung the whip. Before the monks could even throw a punch or a kick, they were beaten and rolled on the ground, crying out in pain and unable to get up.

One of the monks, being more astute, clutched his injured leg and cried out hoarsely, "All of you benefactors are good friends of this temple. Are you going to just stand by and watch this scoundrel run rampant?"

At the same time, the giant bell in the temple suddenly rang out, its resounding notes echoing through the mountains.

Those in the crowd who were familiar with the Shaolin Temple immediately exclaimed with delight, "The eminent monks of Shaolin will arrive in no time! This fellow is doomed!"

Someone seized the opportunity to curry favor, shouting, "There are so many of us, are we afraid of him all alone? If we take him down, wouldn't we be doing him a huge favor?"

Another person echoed, "That's right. We're already deeply humiliated by him destroying Shaolin's signboard while we're here. Are we really going to let him enter the temple and cause trouble?"

Upon hearing this, more than ten people echoed their agreement. Seeing the crowd's fervent emotions, their courage grew, and they drew their weapons, shouting as they charged forward.

Jiang Mingzhe sneered, "Misfortune and fortune have no fixed gate; they are brought upon oneself!"

He kept moving, holding an iron whip, and used the Great Vajra Pestle technique.

This style of boxing was originally created with the idea of ​​the Buddhist protector Weituo Bodhisattva using a vajra pestle to subdue demons and eliminate evil spirits.

The vajra was similar in shape to an iron whip, and he used his fist techniques to wield the whip, which complemented each other well.

With overwhelming force, he swept away the demons and swiftly conquered the enemy forces... Jiang Mingzhe's moves were all techniques for dealing with large-scale battles.

Wherever the iron whip went, figures flew out like straws, rolling haphazardly on the ground. It was truly a scene of limbs and weapons flying together, screams and groans mingling in a symphony!

This time, many renowned masters also responded to the call to arms.

However, these masters either valued their status and lived in Dengfeng City, or had already been invited to the meditation rooms by the Shaolin monks. Those who were still loitering in front of the gate at this moment were mostly of limited status and reputation, and there were very few top-notch masters among them. How could they possibly withstand a super version of Jiang Mingzhe? Jiang Mingzhe strolled leisurely, straight to the steps of the mountain gate.

Behind them were people who had been knocked down, and there were thirty or forty others who hadn't dared to step forward. They were so frightened that their legs trembled and their eyes were filled with horror. It was as if they had seen a demon lord emerge from the underworld or a demon king descend from the clouds. How could they dare to move even half a step?

Above the mountain gate, the Huayue Divine Whip remained embedded in the wall, dripping blood incessantly. How could Jiang Mingzhe possibly pass between its legs? He looked up, then leaped up, ascending as if riding on clouds and mist.

With his left hand outstretched, like a dragon reaching out with its claws, he grabbed the hair of the Huayue Divine Whip, pulled him out forcefully, and threw him behind him like trash.

Using the force of this throw, Jiang Mingzhe's figure rose even higher, towering half a body taller than the gate of Shaolin Temple!
At this moment, the setting sun was like blood, and the clouds rolled with golden edges. Outside the mountain gate, dozens of people stared blankly, not daring to breathe. Even those lying on the ground forgot their pain and just stared in disbelief.

Inside the mountain gate, a large group of martial monks rushed over upon hearing the bell, but upon seeing this scene, they all stopped in their tracks.

Several elderly monks draped in robes seemed to understand something, and stretched out their hands in vain, crying out in alarm, "Absolutely not!"

Jiang Mingzhe ignored him and brought his iron whip down with a loud crash, sending a cloud of dust flying.

With a crash of bricks and tiles falling, Jiang Mingzhe landed lightly, and the dust in the air gradually dissipated, leaving everyone inside and outside dumbfounded.

The area above the Shaolin Temple gate was completely empty, but Jiang Mingzhe had smashed the gatehouse with a single, powerful whip, turning it and the lintel into ruins.

The iron whip, as thick as a child's arm, in Jiang Mingzhe's hand was bent and twisted, reduced to scrap metal. He casually tossed it aside with a loud clang.

The monks snapped out of their daze, their eyes blazing with fury, their faces contorted in rage. Shaolin, renowned for a thousand years, had never suffered such a humiliating disgrace! Several elderly monks led the charge, roaring, "Shaolin disciples, heed my command! Capture this demon!"

Jiang Mingzhe threw his head back and laughed loudly: "Demon? Hahahaha, then today I'll show you what it means to be one step ahead in evil!"

Having said that, he leaped over the mountain gate and strode forward.

The monks were filled with righteous indignation, and they all roared and rushed forward in a frenzy.

At the front were four old monks. The four of them were running side by side, but when they reached Jiang Mingzhe, the two on the left and right suddenly accelerated, while the two in the middle slowed down and each took a step to the side, instantly surrounding Jiang Mingzhe. Eight old hands with twisted muscles and bones grabbed out at the same time.

If Kumārajīva were here, he would recognize the kung fu used by these four old monks: Shaolin Dragon Claw Kung Fu, Shaolin Tiger Claw Hand, Shaolin Eagle Claw Kung Fu, and Shaolin Eighteen Strikes of Capturing, all of which are famous grappling techniques among the Seventy-Two Arts.

With a quick glance, Jiang Mingzhe could tell how powerful the four people's kung fu was. The Dragon Claw Kung Fu was fierce and ruthless, the Tiger Claw Hand was fierce and powerful, the Eagle Claw Kung Fu was strong and swift, and the Eighteen Strikes were agile and varied. They were far superior to his own Three Yin Centipede Claw.

As the Fire Cloud Evil God said, "Of all martial arts techniques, none are invincible except for speed!"

Although these four men's grappling techniques were skillful, they were too slow.

When he unleashed his Thunderous Divine Might Technique, he was more than 30% faster than a master like Xiao Yuanshan, let alone these ordinary Xuan-generation monks.
"hehe!"

"Heh-ha!" The four old monks exhaled and shouted, tearing the word "heh-ha" to shreds with their combined strength. Only then did they realize that Jiang Mingzhe had already broken out of the encirclement and was walking slowly towards the Heavenly King Hall.

(End of this chapter)