With a warehouse full of supplies, I stood alone as king in this chaotic world, gun in hand.

Ling Yangzi quickly made several hand seals, chanting incantations as his ethereal voice drifted into the formation:

"Nangong Wu, you have a path to heaven but you choose not to take it, and you have no gate to hell but you insist on barging in! Several years ago you killed Xuan Qingzi, and also killed the Emperor of Dongjin and tens of thousands of innocent people. You are a wicked monster who indiscriminately kills the innocent. I should have taken your life back then."

Now, more than four years have passed, and I thought you had reformed. Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life, and I, the abbot, originally wanted to spare your life, but I never expected that you would not only not restrain yourself, but would become even more wicked.

Since you remain obstinate, then this abbot will act on behalf of Heaven today, and this place will be your final resting place, freeing you from your wicked ways!

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my chest, and a metallic taste of blood welled up in my throat. "Pfft..."

Ling Yangzi spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master!" Several disciples nearby rushed over to support him upon seeing this.

"How is this possible?" Ling Yangzi stared at the cracked array, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The formation was broken, and he suffered a backlash; it was the first time someone had been able to break his formation.

He took the soul-capturing bell and shook it again.

However, it's no longer useful.

"Boom!" The formation was destroyed, and the thick fog dissipated.

Nangong Wu, Beichen Yan, and Mei Wuchen were all standing there safely.

The moment the formation was broken, Aiqi and Erin had already returned to their spatial dimension.

After removing her gas mask, Mei Wushuang put the mask back on.

Just as they were trapped by the formation, tens of thousands of people from Changyang Temple surrounded them, with a huge crowd all around them.

The events at Changyang Temple also alarmed the people living in Luoyan City.

These people were all here to participate in the martial arts tournament. Knowing that something had happened at Changyang Temple, they all rushed over to watch. However, there was a checkpoint, and the people from Changyang Temple wouldn't let them cross over. They could only watch from the other side.

There are many shady things hidden in Changyang Temple, so Lingyangzi naturally doesn't allow outsiders to come in.

"Oh no! The formation has been broken! Quickly set up a new formation! Use the Heavenly Net to capture them!" a disciple shouted.

"Go to hell!" Nangong Wu roared, raising the Gatling gun again to fire.

The dozen or so people who ran the fastest instantly became victims of her gunfire.

"Men! Quickly fetch those gunpowder and blow these people up! Kill them at all costs..." Ling Yangzi gave his disciples a death order.

"Yes!" Some disciples received the order and hurriedly went to fetch the items.

Ling Yangzi's face contorted slightly.

A few days ago, he consulted the oracle and obtained several ominous omens. He originally thought it was his enemies who would cause trouble on the day of the competition, but he never expected it to be that little bitch Nangong Wu who dared to break into his Changyang Temple.

At this moment, a person walked up to Ling Yangzi and spoke with great dissatisfaction.

"Senior Brother Abbot, didn't you say these otherworldly souls were nothing to fear? How could they, a mere three people, kill so many of us?"

"Yun Muzi, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Now that something like this has happened, instead of helping to find a solution, you come here to be sarcastic and mean."

"Besides, the divination results from a few years ago were all inauspicious, which is why we had to close our mountain gates. Don't you know these things?" Ling Yangzi said, somewhat exasperated.

Upon hearing this, Yun Muzi's anger flared up as well.

"Isn't this all your own doing? It's all because you took in Zhou Shaorong that Changyang Temple has suffered such a disaster. Now that such a thing has happened and so many disciples have died or been injured, how are you going to explain this to the world?"

Last month, you clearly said that the divination had yielded an auspicious result, indicating that the temple gates could be opened, but this still happened...

As Yun Muzi spoke, he saw the disciples bring over several large baskets filled with crudely made caltrops.

"Why did you bring all this stuff here? What are you planning to do with it?"

Ling Yangzi ignored him and, quite annoyed, ordered, "Blow them up quickly."

"Yes."

The disciples quickly grabbed a caltrop each and took out a tinderbox to light the fuse.

"Stop!" Yun Muzi hurriedly stopped the disciples, pointing at Ling Yangzi, "Ling Yangzi, you let them bring this thing here? Are you trying to destroy the entire Changyang Temple?"

"Yun Muzi, I am the true master of Changyang Temple! You dare to question my orders? Believe me, I'll expel you from Changyang Temple!" Ling Yangzi pointed his finger at his nose and shouted angrily.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Aren't you just unhappy that I took over Master's position? Yun Muzi, let me tell you, I'll deal with you after tonight."

But Yun Muzi was not afraid of him at all. "Ling Yangzi, I advise you to have your men leave immediately, otherwise you will bring utter destruction to Changyang Temple. I hope you will not regret it."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, shouting as he went, his voice infused with powerful internal energy, echoing throughout the entire Changyang Temple:

"Listen up, everyone! Today, I, Yun Muzi, am parting ways with Ling Yangzi. I am no longer a member of Changyang Temple. Anyone who doesn't want to stay here and wait to die, come with me now."

Upon hearing his words, the disciples were stunned and didn't know what to do.

But judging from the way Ling Yangzi and Yun Muzi looked, it seemed they really had a falling out.

So, some people went with Yun Muzi!

"We'll go with our master!"

"I'm going with Uncle Mu too!"

In a short while, more than 10,000 people followed Yun Muzi and left in the direction of the front gate.

"Yun Muzi, you're really something! Just you wait! This isn't going to end like this."

Ling Yangzi was furious that Yun Muzi had broken ties with him in public and taken so many people with her. It was like a slap in the face. He was so angry that his nose was crooked.

Meanwhile, Nangong Wu brought out that large helicopter.

They've already been recognized by the people from Changyang Temple, so they're not hiding it anymore.

"The people from Changyang Temple actually have caltrops too." Bei Chenyan noticed the people holding caltrops and lighting the fuses.

Nangong Wu glanced at him and immediately cursed, "You son of a bitch, Ling Yangzi! Today I'll kill you and wipe out your lair!"

She was truly enraged. She opened the cabin door, sat down, then closed the door again and pressed the start button.

He put on the headset and fastened the seatbelt in one smooth motion.

Bei Chenyan opened the rear cabin door and pushed Mei Wuchen inside, saying, "Get in quickly."

The people of Changyang Temple sensed that the sudden appearance of the enormous creature was not a good thing.

"Blow up that monster! Don't let them escape!" Ling Yangzi ordered.

He knew that if he couldn't kill Nangong Wu tonight, there would be endless trouble in the future.

"yes!"

The disciples threw lit caltrops at them.

Bei Chenyan sat in the back seat this time, and before he could close the cabin door, he saw several fire caltrops being thrown at him. He quickly slapped out a powerful palm strike and sent the fire caltrops flying back.

"Bang bang bang!!"

The caltrops exploded in mid-air.