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

Chen Mo lifted the old devil with one hand and pulled him back in front of him.

The two men were like lambs to the slaughter, unable to move in front of him!

Chapter 72 Slaughtering All

"Wait, Master... have mercy!"

"Don't kill me! I'll offer all the treasures and secret manuals I've collected throughout my life to you, Master. I only beg you to spare my life!"

The Poisonous Old Ghost was held in mid-air by the golden Buddha's hand, his limbs struggling in vain.

His face was filled with terror and despair as he begged for mercy in a hoarse voice.

"hehe!"

Chen Mo chuckled lightly, a cold glint in his eyes, showing he had no intention of wasting any more words with him.

Flaming Blade!

The Nirvana True Qi within his body immediately gathered at the edge of his right palm, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose!

It slashed horizontally, transforming into a devastating strike.

"Do not--!"

In the eyes of the Poisonous Old Ghost, the entire world seemed to have lost its color at this moment.

Only that black and white blade aura, which burned everything and tore through the void, occupied the entire field of vision!

"stop!"

He screamed desperately, "Master, I am willing to acknowledge you as my master and serve you faithfully from now on!"

"master!"

"Don't kill me!"

But all the struggles seemed pale and powerless in the face of this one blow.

"what--!"

The piercing screams abruptly ceased!

The scorching blade energy swept past, neatly cleaving the hunched body of the Poisonous Old Ghost in two.

Even the charred wounds didn't bleed much.

The two halves of the body fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His eyes were wide open, filled with a complex mix of emotions—shock, resentment, regret, but mostly fear.

If he could undo his mistakes, he would never have chosen to attack and kill Chen Mo.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs"!

Poisonous old devil, die!

The old shopkeeper, who was being pressed firmly to the ground by the Nirvana True Qi, trembled with fear upon seeing this scene.

Holy crap, is this guy even human?!

That's terrifying strength!

Only now did he believe what the old devil had said earlier: unless a supreme-level assassin from the organization was sent, this mission was simply suicide!

"Master! Spare me! I'm from the Dark Night Pavilion, I think there must be some misunderstanding between us!"

The old shopkeeper quickly replied, "I'm willing to pay any amount of money to buy my life!"

"Dark Night Pavilion?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo pondered for a moment, but he didn't recognize the name.

But to have a mid-stage Innate Realm expert like Poison Heart Old Ghost, it must be some kind of hidden force.

He walked up to the old shopkeeper and asked condescendingly, "Speak, who sent you to assassinate this humble monk?"

"Master...this, this..."

The old shopkeeper looked extremely embarrassed. "The client's information is top secret of the organization. I... I can't say!"

"This is the foundation of our Dark Night Pavilion's reputation; we would never leak customer information, otherwise..."

"is it?"

Chen Mo smiled, interrupting him before he could finish speaking, "In that case, you're useless!"

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand, and a faint white light appeared on his index finger, emitting a heart-palpitating fluctuation.

The old shopkeeper was terrified. Why was this monk acting so unpredictably?!

Under normal circumstances, it shouldn't be a situation where both sides pull at each other and haggle over the price.

Then, are you going to be 'forced' to reveal some information in exchange for a chance to survive?

Why was he so prepared to kill?!

"Wait, wait a minute! Master! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

The old shopkeeper didn't care about organizational rules; saving his own life was the most important thing.

He immediately screamed, "I'll tell you who the employer is, then...can you let me go?"

The white light on Chen Mo's index finger subsided slightly, and he said calmly, "Okay."

"If you tell me, I will let you go this time."

"But when we meet again, I will show no mercy."

Hearing this, Mu Wanqing frowned slightly, wanting to speak up and stop her.

But seeing Chen Mo's calm profile, she swallowed her words and chose to believe that her husband had his own plans.

"Good! Good!"

The old shopkeeper, as if grasping at a last straw, exclaimed, "I believe in the master's character!"

He took a deep breath. "It's...it's Wang Jingyuan, the city lord of Gusu!"

"He paid someone to kill the master!"

"Wang Jingyuan, the city lord of Gusu?"

Chen Mo frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, "I have never met him before and have no connection with him whatsoever, why would he want to kill me?"

"This... I have investigated this in secret before."

In order to save his own life, the old shopkeeper told everything he knew.

"Master, do you remember a month ago, when you killed a Xuanwu Hall Master named Liu Canglan in the Taihu Gang?"

Chen Mo nodded.

The old shopkeeper continued, "That Liu Canglan is ostensibly the head of the Taihu Gang, but secretly he's just a 'dog' kept by Wang Jingyuan, the Lord of Suzhou!"

“He was specifically tasked with handling shady matters for Wang Jingyuan and eliminating those in officialdom who opposed him.”

"At the same time, he also helped the city lord Wang Jingyuan manage many of his gray industries and make money for him."

He paused, then continued, "Master, by killing Liu Canglan, you have severed one of his vital arms and touched upon his core interests."

"That's why he spared no expense to assassinate you, Master, through our Dark Night Pavilion!"

That's it!

A flash of understanding crossed Chen Mo's eyes.

Unexpectedly, the gang members they killed back then were actually connected to government forces.

"Amitabha, thank you for informing me."

As he spoke, he actually turned around, nodded to Mu Wanqing, and signaled to leave.

It seems we really should keep our promise and let the old shopkeeper go.

The old shopkeeper lay on the ground, watching Chen Mo's departing figure, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He chuckled to himself, "This bald monk is still too young. If it were me, I would have just killed him with one blow!"

Just then.

Chen Mo, who had just reached the door, suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around, a half-smile on his face.

"Amitabha! Ah, benefactor, what a coincidence, we meet again!"

"what?!"

"you you……"

The old shopkeeper's eyes widened in disbelief, his mind completely blank.

You can play it like this?!

This is absolutely shameless!

puff!

A burst of energy shot out, precisely piercing the old shopkeeper's heart.

Before the shock on his face had faded, his body twitched twice and then he fell silent.

Even Mu Wanqing, who was standing to the side, was completely unprepared for Chen Mo's unexpected reversal.

She gave Chen Mo a thumbs up, "Husband, you really know how to have fun!"

Chen Mo waved his hands repeatedly and laughed, "Basic stuff! Don't be ridiculous!"

How could he possibly let such a 'terrorist' go?

Letting go would only bring you more trouble, so why bother!

Cutting the weeds out at the root is the only way to succeed!