Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

Chen Mo casually tossed the alligator snips on the ground, making a loud clanging sound.

He calmly swept his gaze over the remaining two villains. "Now, it's your turn."

Yun Zhonghe's face turned deathly pale, and he was no longer the lewd and arrogant man he had been before.

He swallowed hard, leaned close to Duan Yanqing, and whispered, "Boss, what should we do now?"

It should be noted that both Ye Erniang and Yue Laosan were stronger than him.

If the opponent could kill Ye Erniang with a single finger and Yue Laosan with a single palm strike, then it meant that they could also kill him with a single move.

Thinking about this, he already felt a sense of fear!

Duan Yanqing's expression darkened. This little monk had already killed two people in front of him, showing no regard for him whatsoever.

He made a decision instantly, his abdomen bulging: "Fourth brother, this little monk's strength is no less than mine."

"I'll hold him back with all my might. Your lightness skill is unparalleled. You'll bypass him as quickly as possible and take down the woman in black behind him."

"As long as we capture that woman in black, we'll be hesitant to act rashly, and he won't have to resist!"

"No problem, boss!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Yun Zhonghe's eyes. At this point, it seemed that this was the only way.

Without hesitation, Duan Yanqing instantly activated the true energy he had cultivated over decades.

He used a metaphor to describe what he was actually doing: the unique skill of the Dali Duan family – the One-Finger Divine Skill!

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In an instant, countless incredibly condensed finger strikes shot out from the air, hurtling towards Chen Mo!

His cultivation level was no less than that of Master Kurong of Tianlong Temple, reaching the early stage of the Innate Realm.

If he were to recklessly attack the Dali royal family, given his cultivation level, he might actually be able to reclaim his rightful throne.

"Like an ant trying to shake a tree, it's overestimating its own strength!"

Faced with this overwhelming force of the One-Finger Divine Skill, Chen Mo merely raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

His body was filled with the vast and powerful Nirvana energy, and behind him, a faint phantom of a dragon and an elephant intertwined flashed by.

With a flick of his right thumb, the Six Meridians Divine Sword—the Shaoshang Sword—was unleashed!

Boom! !

In an instant, all the incoming One-Finger Divine Force was completely annihilated by the Shaoshang Sword!

Its momentum remained undiminished, piercing through Duan Yanqing's protective aura at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye!

"what!!"

Immediately, Duan Yanqing let out a shrill scream, his eyes filled with disbelief.

I originally thought that the other party's strength was about the same as mine, but I never expected that the difference would be so huge!

His chest was pierced through, and what's even more terrifying is that a strange kind of true energy has invaded his eight extraordinary meridians.

That strange true energy raged wildly, severing meridians inch by inch wherever it passed!

With a loud thud, he crashed heavily onto the distant mountainside.

At the same time, a finger-shaped hole of unknown depth immediately appeared on the mountain wall.

Duan Yanqing stared wide-eyed at Chen Mo, but couldn't utter a single word.

Large spurts of blood gushed from his mouth as if it were free.

Just then, Yun Zhonghe prepared to gather his energy and pounce on Mu Wanqing according to plan.

Then they saw their own leader being struck down by the opponent, leaving him lifeless and unknown.

He was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and his face turned ashen instantly.

Nima!

What kind of surprise attack is this?!

The wind is strong, let's get out of here!

Yun Zhonghe roared inwardly, how could he dare to resist in the slightest?

The reason he could roam the martial world committing evil deeds and still escape unscathed was not because of his superior martial arts skills, but because of his unparalleled lightness skill.

Chapter 45 Kneeling and Begging for Mercy

Yun Zhonghe used his lightness skill to its fullest extent, his figure like a startled hawk, rushing into the forest without looking back.

I only regret that I didn't have two more legs, so I could escape this awful place faster.

As he fled for his life, he muttered to himself, "Boss, it's really not my fault for being disloyal!"

"That little bald monk is really strange; he... he's not human at all!"

"In this dazzling world, there are still so many beauties waiting for me to cherish. I, Yun Zhonghe, must save my life no matter what!"

"I can't guarantee revenge, but I can at least burn extra paper money for you during festivals—that's a small token of my appreciation!"

In the blink of an eye, Yun Zhonghe's figure had disappeared into the depths of the mountains and forests.

Chen Mo looked in the direction where Yun Zhonghe had disappeared and shook his head slightly. "If you had escaped, how would this humble monk have any face left to show in this martial world?"

As he spoke, his figure flickered slightly and disappeared from the spot.

Mu Wanqing stood there dumbfounded, her beautiful eyes sparkling with wonder, her heart filled with utter shock.

It all happened so fast, it feels so unreal!

Who would have thought that the Four Villains, who had roamed the martial arts world for years and struck fear into the hearts of countless people, would be dealt with by their own 'husband' as easily as chopping melons and vegetables?

The leader of the Four Evils is now lying in the distance, his fate unknown.

Such a dreamlike scene, I doubt anyone would believe it if I told them.

The perspective shifts to Yun Zhonghe's side.

He had already dashed several miles through the dense forest, and when he looked back and saw no pursuers, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Having already escaped so far, and given the intricate nature of the mountains and forests, and the fact that even the escape route was randomly chosen, that little bald monk would definitely not be able to find him.

Thinking of this, a look of relief, as if he had survived a disaster, appeared on his face.

Just then.

A calm and serene voice rang out behind Yun Zhonghe.

"Amitabha!"

"Esteemed benefactor, is it not... rather impolite of you to leave without even saying goodbye?"

The sound was right next to me.

Yun Zhonghe was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He shuddered, and the true energy circulating in his body instantly collapsed.

He was like a kite with a broken string, falling from mid-air and crashing heavily to the ground.

He was so shocked by the fall that he saw stars and felt dizzy.

But he couldn't care less about the pain now, and didn't even dare to look back, rolling and crawling as he turned over.

He kowtowed desperately in the direction the sound came from, his forehead hitting the ground with a thud.

"Master, Master, spare my life!"

"Spare me!"

Her voice trembled, choked with sobs, "I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"

"I am willing to lay down my butcher's knife, convert to Buddhism, and spend the rest of my life in quiet contemplation of the Buddha!"

"Please, Master, give me a way to survive!"

In order to save his life, Yun Zhonghe did not hesitate to shift all the blame, "Master, I was originally a law-abiding citizen, but I was forced into this situation by that Duan Yanqing!"

"That's right, he forced me down this path of no return."

"If I had the chance, I would never have become one of the Four Evils."

"Master, if you spare my life, I promise to do good deeds day and night, accumulate virtue and atone for my sins."

He knew he was no match for Chen Mo, and that his only chance of survival was to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Really?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, looking down at Yun Zhonghe, "I want to ask you a question."

"Back then, those innocent women you persecuted, those who died tragically at your hands, when they begged you for mercy..."

"Did you even have a shred of compassion, a thought of letting them go?!"

"This, this!"

Yun Zhonghe froze abruptly, even halting his kowtow.

He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and he broke out in a cold sweat!

"It looks like there aren't any left."

"Besides, whether or not to let you go is Buddha's business. My task is... to send you to see Buddha!"

Chen Mo provided the answer for him, his voice still calm, yet carrying the weight of final judgment.

what? !

Yun Zhonghe instantly flew into a rage, his humble and pleading expression replaced by a vicious and ferocious look.

His eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Chen Mo and cursed, "You bald-headed dog!"

"I've been kowtowing to you on the ground for so long, saying all the nice things, and you still don't appreciate my kindness!"

Since begging for mercy was futile, his inherent ferocity erupted completely.

"If you've got the guts, just kill me!"