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The earth-shaking chanting was interrupted in an instant!

At the same time, thousands of monks felt a tightness in their chests, as if they were being pressed down by an invisible mountain. Their blood and qi surged, and many of them spat out a mouthful of blood, their bodies swaying precariously!

But they persevered and continued chanting the scriptures.

However, the sound had become intermittent and could no longer coalesce into the torrent it once was.

"A futile struggle."

"Li Mochou" hovered in mid-air, looking at the monks who were still chanting scriptures, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes.

She glanced coldly at the place where Ku Xin and the others were, waved her hand to destroy the last building of Shaolin Temple, and flew to the front of the monks.

She was like a god or a demon, her aura overwhelming the universe. Even just standing in the sky and looking down, her gaze caused everyone to lose control of their blood and vomit blood, and the chanting was interrupted once again.

Under that gaze, no one could continue chanting scriptures, and the world fell silent.

She looked at the eight eminent monks, her gaze settling on Kuxin, and said calmly, "Kuxin, do you regret it?"

He painstakingly raised his head, looking at that exquisitely beautiful yet cold face. He opened his mouth, but in the end, it only turned into a hoarse sigh.

He didn't answer, but slowly knelt down.

Then, he kowtowed.

It wasn't a perfunctory kowtow; his forehead slammed heavily against the bluestone slab, making a dull thud, and blood quickly began to flow from his forehead.

“Benefactor Li…this humble monk deserves to die…this humble monk shouldn’t have had designs on you…shouldn’t have brought you back to Shaolin…it’s all this humble monk’s fault…”

His voice was hoarse, choked with sobs, filled with despair and endless regret: "Shaolin Temple is innocent... those monks are innocent too... they knew nothing... it's all my fault..."

"This humble monk is willing to atone with his death... I only beg... I only beg Benefactor Li to spare the rest of the Shaolin Temple..."

After saying that, he kowtowed again.

"Li Mochou" hovered in mid-air, looking down at the once arrogant guy who had chased her away in a panic, a cold smile slowly curving her lips.

That smile had no warmth whatsoever, only a chilling coldness.

She spoke, her voice clear and cold as ice: "If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"

She slowly descended, landing at the edge of the platform, and walked step by step toward Ku Xin. Each step was accompanied by an invisible pressure that seemed to freeze the air.

“When I had no power, you could arrest me whenever you wanted, convert me whenever you wanted, imprison me in a pagoda, force me to eat vegetarian food and chant sutras, and even brainwash and control me to make me your pawn to deal with Master Yideng and Tianlong Temple.”

"Now that I have power, you know how to admit your mistakes."

She suddenly threw her head back and burst into loud, murderous laughter that echoed across the ruins for a long time: "Hahahaha, how laughable! Utterly laughable! If only I had known this would happen!"

They didn't regret their mistakes; they knew they were going to die!

Her laughter abruptly ceased, her face instantly turning icy cold, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light, like two burning flames: "Too late!"

She took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of Ku Xin, looking down at him condescendingly: "Do you think your life alone can make up for the sins committed by Shaolin Temple? Do you think that if you die, everything will be wiped clean?"

Her words, each one like an ice pick piercing his heart, spoke with a chilling intensity: "I'm telling you, it's not enough, far from enough! Shaolin Temple must pay the price in blood!"

"My grievances must be washed away with the blood that stains Shaoshi Mountain!"

Ku Xin shuddered, raised his head, his face covered in blood and tears, and looked at that beautiful yet cold face. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

So, you really are a demon, while I have never been a Buddha.

Just then, an old voice came from the side.

"Amitabha……"

Abbot Kuhe slowly stood up, his wrinkled face now bearing a serene expression of profound understanding.

He looked at "Li Mochou," clasped his hands together, and though his voice was hoarse, it carried an undeniable firmness:

“Benefactor Li, since you are determined to destroy my Shaolin, then this old monk has nothing more to say. Shaolin will never sit idly by and wait for its demise.”

He turned around, faced the monks who were still on the platform, and said loudly, "Disciples, listen to my command—form the Arhat Subduing Demon Formation!"

Although his voice was old, it seemed to have a strange penetrating power, spreading throughout the entire ruins.

"The Buddha is compassionate, yet he also possesses the power to subdue demons!"

The monks, who had been in despair, all raised their heads the moment they heard those words.

A flame gradually ignited in their eyes.

That was resistance in despair, a desperate struggle on the verge of death, and anger when faith was trampled upon!

"Form ranks!"

Someone shouted, and the monks all stood up, wiping away their tears, clenching their fists, closing their eyes, and then—

A powerful aura rose up from them!

It's not just the monks on the platform.

In the ruins, the monks who had fled, hidden, and wept all stopped in their tracks after hearing the words "form an array."

They turned their heads and looked in the direction of the platform.

Then, they wiped away their tears, gripped their prayer beads or staffs tightly, and turned to gather on the platform.

One, two, ten, a hundred, thousands...

More and more monks emerged from the ruins, walked out of the smoke and dust, and returned from despair, converging on the platform.

Some of them were wounded, some had tattered robes, and some had faces covered in dust and blood... but in their eyes, the same flame burned.

That is indomitable spirit!

That was resistance!

That is the soul fire of Shaolin Temple, passed down for a thousand years and never extinguished!

They lined up in front of the platform and arranged themselves in the ruins. In a very short time, thousands of monks formed a huge and tight formation.

Arhat Subduing Demon Formation!

Legend has it that this is a powerful formation passed down by Bodhidharma, capable of slaying gods and demons when combined with the power of a thousand people.

Now, they will use this to deal with the demon who destroyed Shaolin.

Ku Xin slowly stood up, looking at the disciples lined up in front of him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He opened his mouth, but in the end only managed a low, mournful Buddhist chant: "Amitabha..."

Then, he turned to look at "Li Mochou," clasped his hands together, and said in a deep, resonant voice, "Benefactor Li, please!"

Everyone at Shaolin Temple knew that the chances of winning this battle were slim. Everyone had witnessed the terror of "Li Mochou," but they were determined to fight, no matter how slim the hope was. This was their only remaining belief!

Li Mochou stood at the edge of the platform, looking at the neatly arranged Arhat Subduing Demons Formation, and revealed a smile of great interest.

"The Arhat Subduing Demon Formation?" she murmured softly, then a disdainful smile curled at the corner of her lips. "Alright, let me see if this formation can actually subdue demons."

She slowly rose into the air, hovering in mid-air, looking down at the Arhat Subduing Demon Formation below, like a god looking down at ants.

"Come on." Her voice came softly, but it resounded like thunder throughout the ruins. "Let me see how much light you bald monks can unleash before you die."

Within the formation, a thousand warrior monks roared in unison!

The roars coalesced into a thunderous explosion, shaking the air and making it buzz!

Then, their true energy surged out simultaneously, converging under the guidance of the formation to form a mighty torrent!

The torrent condensed in mid-air, and although it did not take any specific form, it exuded an invisible yet substantial pressure!

The pressure was so strong that it distorted the air, cracked the ground, and made the surrounding ruins tremble!

It was as if an invisible giant Buddha was sitting cross-legged in the void, overlooking this battlefield!

That oppressive aura was more terrifying and purer than the earth-shaking chanting before. It had no Buddhist intent, but it possessed the power of Buddha!

That was the pure spiritual pressure formed by the combined beliefs, will, and inner energy of thousands of warrior monks, all for the purpose of subduing demons and killing enemies!

The Arhat Subduing Demon Formation, composed of a thousand martial monks, is indeed incredibly powerful. Even if the Central Divine Wang Chongyang were to be resurrected, he would likely be beaten to death by this formation.

Of course, Wang Chongyang could not bring the Big Dipper Formation.

"Li Mochou" hovered in mid-air, feeling the invisible pressure, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes.

"In this world where cultivation of intent doesn't involve such practices, your achievement is already remarkable," she said softly. "It's a pity—"

She raised her right hand, spread her fingers, and gently clenched them against the invisible pressure.

"No matter how many ants there are, they are still just ants."

The harshness of reality will not disappear because of determination.

boom!

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from her!

That's the extreme cold of Mingyu Gong!

That's the bottomless abyss of the Absorption Technique!

That's the insane, demonic power of the Three Blades of Avici Hell!

That is the Yin-Yang harmony of the Six Absolute True Skills!

Countless forces converged, merged, and erupted within her body, transforming into a vast and boundless pressure, like an invisible mountain, crashing down!

In that instant, the invisible pressure formed by thousands of martial monks began to tremble violently, as if it could not withstand the even stronger pressure!

The monks who formed the formation all changed their expressions, many of them spitting out blood and swaying precariously!

But they persevered, pouring their true energy into the formation without reservation, maintaining the concentration of that oppressive aura.

That invisible pressure transformed into a torrent, crushing down on "Li Mochou"!

Li Mochou simply waved her hand lightly.

An invisible force suddenly spread out and collided violently with the torrent!

boom--!!!

A deafening roar!

The massive shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, blasting and crushing the rubble within a radius of seven or eight feet!

The invisible torrent shattered, transforming into countless streams of air that scattered and splashed in all directions.