Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

"Your Excellency, what... what should we do?"

Jian Wuhen's face darkened instantly, and he gripped the iron sword on his back. However, unlike usual, his hand holding the sword was now sweating profusely.

What the hell is this? I and Venerable Miaodi have been so careful all this time, trying to avoid Tian Hong and his gang. And yet, we've run into them again. And this time, their accomplices are here too.

Jian Wuhen's gaze swept back and forth between the front and back.

In front of them, Tian Hong charged with a stick, and behind them, a somewhat effeminate-looking fellow blocked their retreat. And on that boulder, Song Tiansheng, who had never gotten up, was the one they felt was the most dangerous.

Stepping in front of Jian Wuhen, Venerable Miaodi's eyelids twitched slightly.

He took a deep breath, his expression remaining largely unchanged, but his words sent a chill down Jian Wuhen's spine:

"You'd better pray for yourself later! In this situation, I may not be able to protect you completely."

"Venerable One, you...you mustn't say that. My life is in your hands. With your strength, you should be able to defend it, right?!" Jian Wuhen became anxious upon hearing this.

These three are all at the Creation Realm; he can't defeat any of them!

While the two were talking, Tian Hong, who was opposite them, lost his patience. He grabbed his iron bar, jumped directly on top of the two men, and slammed it down hard.

Before the iron rod even arrived, the violent gust of wind had already torn the surrounding mist to shreds.

"That bastard! He has no sportsmanship and ambushed us!" Jian Wuhen suddenly felt a chill from above and cursed through gritted teeth.

Only Venerable Miaodi remained unmoved, raising his hand to strike out with a palm.

After a tremendous force collided, Venerable Miaodi used the force to take a slight step back, dissipating the impact of the blow. He looked up at Tian Hong, frowned, and spoke:

"My lord, why must you be so ruthless towards us? We've only just entered this temple and haven't offended you at all!"

"offend?"

Tian Hong sneered, twirling the iron rod in his hand, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "We kill without asking why! We kill when we want to!"

Venerable Miaodi's eyes flickered slightly.

He glanced at Sun Sheng, who was blocking the road behind him, and then at Song Tiansheng, who was still wiping his short knife on a boulder in the distance, and quickly made a decision in his mind.

Three people are at the Creation Realm.

He had fought Tian Hong before, and their strength was roughly equal. Even if he could defeat Tian Hong, it would only be by a slight margin. The effeminate-looking man blocking the way behind him was probably no weaker than Tian Hong. As for the burly man constantly wiping his short sword… he felt the most dangerous.

If the three of them were to join forces, not only would they be unable to leave safely with Jian Wuhen today, but even if he wanted to escape, it would probably be difficult for him.

"It seems there's no room for negotiation."

Venerable Miaodi looked directly at Tian Hong: "Since that's the case... then this humble monk has no choice but to offend you."

But as soon as he finished speaking, a golden mark suddenly appeared in the pupils of both his eyes.

It was a swastika, slowly rotating, radiating a vast Buddhist light.

The next moment, Venerable Miaodi seemed to transform into a human-shaped sun! Brilliant Buddhist light burst forth from his body, illuminating the entire area, dazzling to the extreme!

Tian Hong, Sun Sheng, and even Song Tiansheng on the boulder unconsciously squinted their eyes and raised their hands to shield their eyes from the blinding light.

Jian Wuhen felt as if everything before his eyes was a blinding white, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He felt as if he had gone blind in that instant.

Just then, he suddenly felt a force grab his collar, and he was lifted into the air and sped away!

"What's going on!?"

Jian Wuhen was startled. When he was able to open his eyes, he found that Venerable Miaodi was carrying him and fleeing in the direction they had come from.

Behind him, the dazzling Buddhist light was rapidly dissipating.

Jian Wuhen was stunned for a moment, then looked at Venerable Miaodi with a strange expression. After a long while, he chuckled awkwardly, "Venerable...Venerable, you made such a commotion just now, I thought you were going to teach them a lesson. I didn't expect you to be trying to escape!"

Venerable Miaodi didn't turn his head, but a speechless expression appeared on his face.

Do you think this humble monk is that foolish?

As he flew at top speed, he said in a deep voice, "There are three experts at the Creation Realm on the other side! Not to mention that the man wiping his short sword has an unfathomable aura, even if Tian Hong and the other person join forces, this humble monk will have no choice but to flee!"

Jian Wuhen opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. If it were him, he probably would have had no choice but to run away!

However, just as the two had escaped for over a hundred miles, a furious roar suddenly came from behind them!

"Bald monk!!! You dare to play me!!!"

That was Tian Hong's voice. Even though they were so far apart and the thick fog around them blocked out the sound, the voice still reached the ears of Venerable Miaodi and the other person clearly.

Immediately afterwards, a dull thud was heard, clearly Tian Hong had slammed his stick into the ground, venting his anger.

Beside Tian Hong, Sun Sheng's face was also terribly gloomy.

He reached out and grabbed at the empty space in front of him. In an instant, a large patch of thick fog seemed to be drawn by something, rushing wildly towards his palm. He forcefully kneaded it into a ball, squeezed it into a black liquid, and dripped it from between his fingers.

"Well done, bald monk. You've got some tricks up your sleeve."

Sun Sheng sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Just then, a deep voice sounded from behind them.

"Don't worry, they can't escape."

Song Tiansheng slowly stood up and held the gleaming short knife in his hand.

He didn't look at Tian Hong and Sun Sheng; his gaze was fixed on the direction where Venerable Miaodi and his companion had disappeared. The next moment, his body began to slowly sink, as if merging into the ground, and vanished from the boulder in the blink of an eye.

……

In the thick fog.

Venerable Miaodi, carrying the sword Wuhen, ran wildly.

He dared not pause for even a moment; the Buddhist light within his body surged wildly, pushing his speed to the limit. He had to find Xia Jin as quickly as possible to ensure their safety.

However, just as he was searching for Xia Jin's location, a chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart!

Having gone through nine lifetimes, his intuition could not possibly be wrong!

Before the Venerable Miaodi could think any further, he forcefully flung his right hand, throwing Jian Wuhen violently to the side!

He then forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, moving three feet to the side!

Sure enough, the moment after he finished those actions,

A blade tip pierced out from where he had just been!

The blade tip pierced out from the void without any warning or aura; it simply appeared there abruptly and pierced the chest of the afterimage of Venerable Miaodi.

If he had been even a fraction slower, this blade would have pierced him through!

Venerable Miaodi suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, his gaze fixed on that empty space.

A burly figure slowly emerged from the void.

Song Tiansheng held the short knife, looking calmly at Venerable Miaodi.

"You guys run pretty fast."