Killing Monks

The two elders kept calling out various impressive-sounding names, such as "Eye of God" and "Step of God".

The handsome man kept correcting him, saying that those were "basic steps" and "basic moves," and the scene became quite chaotic.

The scene was chaotic, but the clash between their men was genuinely dangerous.

The two elders, frustrated by their prolonged battle, became increasingly ruthless, targeting the handsome man's vital points and joints with every move, clearly intending to subdue him.

The leader of the Mitian Sect has been missing for many years, and the sect is fragmented and its power has declined.

If they could capture this "Holy Son" who possesses "divine skills" and is very likely the rightful successor, they could use the pretext of "welcoming back the Holy Son and revitalizing the Holy Church" to seize power within the church and even integrate various forces!

However... they severely underestimated the handsome man's strength and overestimated their own abilities.

Unable to break through after a prolonged attack, the handsome man seemed to have lost his temper, and the helplessness and annoyance between his brows completely turned into coldness.

He took a deep breath, and the pure white true energy around his body suddenly surged!

"Buzz—!"

A layer of even more dazzling and solidified holy white light emanated from his body, enveloping him entirely!

Bathed in this white light, his already peerless face seemed to shed the last trace of worldly dust, becoming dignified and solemn, with clear and deep eyes, untouched by the world.

Behind him, amidst the surging white light, a pair of faint, illusory wings made of pure light energy were vaguely gathering and extending!

Although it was blurry and unclear, the sacred and majestic aura suddenly rose several levels!

"Take this! Hairy Palm!"

The handsome man gave a clear shout, his voice as melodious as a chime.

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, then suddenly thrust them forward!

In an instant, the pair of illusory wings seemed to resonate with his palm force. Endless white light gathered and condensed in mid-air into an enormous, clearly textured, giant palm phantom that seemed to be woven from holy light!

The giant phantom hand, carrying an overwhelming divine pressure and purifying power, descended upon the two elders!

Before the palm strike even arrived, the pure, vast aura that seemed capable of cleansing away all filth and evil had already caused the cold, yin energy within the two elders to surge violently, almost to the point of collapse!

"This, this is... the Feather of God! A supreme sacred technique that can only be used by those who have mastered the Body of God and connected with the power of the gods!"

The pale-faced elder's voice trembled with fear.

"Holy Son, spare my life!" The black-faced elder was terrified and wanted to beg for mercy.

But it was all too late.

"boom--!!!"

The phantom of the divine giant hand crashed down, not striking the physical body directly, but transforming into a torrent of purifying energy that swept over it!

"Pfft—!" "Pfft—!"

The two elders were struck as if by a heavy blow. Their protective ghostly aura instantly vanished, and their meridians seemed to be scorched by the blazing holy light, causing their internal organs to tremble violently.

At the same time, he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood mixed with cold black energy, and his aura instantly weakened!

They dared not linger for even a moment, not even bothering to wipe the blood from the corners of their mouths!

Forced to muster their remaining true energy, they fled desperately in the opposite direction from the handsome man, disappearing into the depths of the dense forest in the blink of an eye.

Only a few pools of blood and a faint holy light and lingering ghostly aura remained in the air.

The dust has settled.

The illusory wings behind the handsome man slowly dissipated, and the holy white light around him gradually receded into his body, restoring his slightly tired yet still breathtakingly beautiful appearance.

His face was slightly pale, clearly indicating that the move he had just used had taken a toll on him.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

A round of applause rang out from the side.

Guangyuan and Lufei stepped forward, their faces showing sincere admiration and a lingering sense of amusement.

Lu Fei gave a thumbs up: "Brother, what superb skills! I'm truly impressed!"

Guangyuan nodded and commented, "His true energy is pure and vast, and his moves are simple and unadorned. He is indeed very skilled."

He could tell that this handsome man's martial arts skills were extremely profound, even faintly exceeding the scope of ordinary worldly martial arts. His strength had definitely reached the Earth Realm level, and he was by no means weak among those in the Earth Realm.

The power and artistic conception of that "Long-haired Palm" move just now have probably reached the "Entering the Hall" level of the Earth Realm or even higher.

Who would have thought that the world of martial arts is so vast and full of wonders? You can actually find a "peerless beauty" falling from the sky while you're out and about, along with such a bizarre background and a chase scene.

Upon hearing Guangyuan and Lufei's praise, the coldness on the handsome man's face, which had arisen from the battle, quickly faded, replaced by a slightly shy and embarrassed smile, adding to his pitiful charm.

He clasped his hands in a salute, his voice still deep and pleasant: "I am Chu Kuangjun. Thank you both for your... well, for observing and for your help just now."

"Chu Kuang... Lord?" Upon hearing this, Lu Fei looked at the other person's stunningly beautiful face and savored the unrestrained and wild meaning contained in the name, and couldn't help but blurt it out:

"Brother, your name... and your appearance... isn't the contrast a bit too great?"

Guangyuan, standing to the side, said, "You can't judge a book by its cover."

Surprisingly, Chu Kuangjun seemed to have an exceptionally good personality, even after hearing Lu Fei's "offensive" remarks.

Instead of getting angry, he gave a more helpless and even self-deprecating bitter smile.

"Brother Guangyuan is right, you can't judge a book by its cover." He sighed, a hint of genuine envy in his eyes, and looked at Guangyuan and Lu Fei. "Actually... I'm the one who envies your looks."

"...We're the ones who envy you, aren't we?" Lu Fei said.

Although he considered himself somewhat handsome, he was still far inferior to a peerless beauty like Chu Kuangjun.

Upon hearing this, Chu Kuangjun shook his head: "My two brothers are unaware of the truth."

"Being born this way... is not a blessing for me, but rather the source of many troubles."

"When I travel around, I am often mistaken for a woman, and even harassed by lecherous men."

"When I make friends with people, I am often secretly mocked for being 'feminine' or 'sissy'."

"Even if I want to do something honest and upright, there will always be people who assume I rely on my looks..."

He paused, his tone becoming even more earnest: "I truly admire you two gentlemen; you are handsome, masculine, and heroic—you are clearly true men of honor!"

"Wherever I go, I will not be misunderstood, and I can show people my true abilities and true nature."

Lu Fei and Guang Yuan exchanged a glance, both speechless.

They never imagined that their ordinary male appearance would become the object of envy, especially by such a "peerless beauty".

Chu Kuangjun seemed to have found someone to confide in, and continued:

"So, one of my purposes in venturing into the world alone was to try to change this situation of 'woman with a masculine appearance'."

"I heard that the largest and most prestigious martial arts academy in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the Nine Dragons Martial Arts Academy, is located in Qujiang."