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

Mu Wanqing could naturally sense the unusual movement within her body. Seeing Wanwan retreat, she immediately composed herself and suppressed the restless suction force.

Chen Mo watched all of this unfold, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He was well aware that Wanwan had suffered a minor setback due to the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

Wanwan let out a soft breath, her gaze returning to Chen Mo's face, and her smile once again became charming and captivating.

"Little Master."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with just the right amount of grievance, "Where are you all going?"

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled, seemingly brimming with charm.

An ordinary man would probably have already fallen for her charms and become weak in the knees.

"Humph."

Mu Wanqing immediately interrupted, saying coldly, "Where we go is none of Miss Wanwan's concern."

As she spoke, she pulled Chen Mo along quickly, wanting to shake off this vixen as soon as possible.

After walking for a while, she looked back and saw Wanwan following leisurely about ten feet behind, a playful smile on her lips.

"Miss Wanwan, what...does this mean?"

Mu Wanqing stopped and walked closer to Wanwan, asking coldly.

Upon hearing this, Wanwan stopped and blinked innocently, asking, "What do you mean?"

"Little sister, that's a really strange question."

Why have you been following us?

Mu Wanqing was too lazy to beat around the bush with her and went straight to the point.

"Ouch."

Wanwan covered her mouth and chuckled, casually pointing to the road beneath her feet. "This road isn't yours to drive on. What, are you the only ones allowed to walk on it?"

"The place I'm going happens to be in this direction."

"you……"

Mu Wanqing was so angry that she froze, unable to find the right words to refute him.

She snorted coldly, ignored him, and continued to pull Chen Mo forward.

……

……

a few days later.

In the battle of Leigu Mountain, the Xingxiu Sect was almost wiped out, and the arrogant Xingxiu Old Monster was killed by a single finger.

Like a hurricane passing through, it spread throughout the entire martial arts world at an astonishing speed.

And the martial arts world was in an uproar because of this.

For a time, everyone, from bustling restaurants and teahouses in towns to the headquarters of various sects and gangs, was discussing this matter.

In a bustling restaurant, a storyteller was speaking animatedly, enthusiastically proclaiming the information he had gathered.

"Ladies and gentlemen, back then, on Drumming Mountain, it was a gathering of heroes, with masters everywhere!"

"The old monster from the Star Constellation Sect unleashed his Great Dissolving Technique, filling the sky with poisonous mist. He was truly incredibly powerful!"

"But that mysterious master, facing such danger, remained completely calm and composed, simply raising his hand and pointing at something from a distance!"

As he spoke, he made a gesture as if he were in mid-air, "Swoosh—!"

"A sharp finger strike, swift as lightning, fast as a shooting star..."

"..."

The storyteller told the story vividly, and the audience listened with great interest.

"hehe."

But some people scoffed, "You make it sound so real. If that old monster Ding were really so easily defeated, how could he have run rampant for so many years?"

"Seriously, they've blown their own horn to the heavens!"

At that moment, a man with a scar on his face slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "It's true! I was there!"

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Master... killing Old Monster Ding is as easy as killing a chick, believe it or not!"

"This is absolutely true!"

Another person chimed in, "I heard that even the demonic sects have been alarmed, and someone even issued a kill order for this!"

The person who had questioned the earlier became less assertive when he saw that several other people were testifying.

Curious, he pressed on, "After all this talk, what exactly was the name of that master who killed Old Monster Ding?"

Upon hearing this, the bustling restaurant instantly fell silent.

Chapter 89 Demonic Monk

The group looked at each other in bewilderment, only then realizing that they had been talking about the master's astonishing achievements for so long, but no one knew his origins or name.

"It seems... no one knows his name."

One of the people who was at the scene said, "All I know is that he was a very young man, and he looked... uh..."

“Extremely handsome, his style of doing things… is ruthless and decisive, both righteous and wicked, unlike an ordinary monk.”

"A monk? Decisive in killing? And handsome too?"

"This...it feels a bit eerie!"

Suddenly, a voice echoed from the corner: "That's right, it's a demon."

"Since we don't know his name, judging from his actions, he's neither a monk nor a demon; his methods are bizarre, and his strength is formidable..."

"How about we call him—the Demonic Monk?!"

"Monk?"

Everyone was taken aback at first, but after careful consideration, they immediately felt that the two words were very apt.

"The demonic monk...yes! It's the demonic monk!"

"To kill the Star Constellation Old Monster with a single finger, what else could he be but a monster?"

"Monster!"

"This name is good!"

"From now on, when people talk about the incident at Leigu Mountain, they will know that it was this evil monk who did it!"

Soon, the name "evil monk" spread like wildfire, as if it had grown wings, and quickly became known throughout the martial arts world.

A quiet lakeside.

A man dressed in white sat alone on a blue stone on the shore, with a sheathed longsword slung over his back.

He was relaxed, holding a wine pot and drinking alone under the moon.

The cool moonlight outlined his tall and aloof figure.

Suddenly, a few soft whooshing sounds broke the tranquility.

Whoosh whoosh! !

Three dark figures appeared silently behind him like ghosts.

They knelt on one knee, their posture extremely respectful.

"grown ups."

The leader of the men in black reported in a low voice, "There has been progress regarding the killing of the 'manager' guarding the liaison point in Suzhou and the old devil with poisonous heart."

"According to multiple investigations, this matter is related to the 'evil monk' who recently killed Ding Chunqiu at Leigu Mountain."

"This person once appeared in Suzhou City and publicly killed Liu Canglan, the leader of the Xuanwu Hall of the Taihu Gang."

Another person chimed in, "Liu Canglan is ostensibly the head of the Xuanwu Hall of the Taihu Gang, but in reality, he is a hidden pawn planted by the city lord of Suzhou."

"Upon learning of the assassination of the Dark Chess, the City Lord of Gusu City issued a bounty to our Dark Night Pavilion."

"And this bounty mission just happened to be accepted by the old devil with poisonous heart."

"..."

He shared his intelligence and speculations, and then gave a summary.

"Based on intelligence from all sides, there is a 90% chance that this 'evil monk' is the instigator of this incident."

"That evil monk... is suspected to be on his way to Tianshan now."

The white-clad swordsman listened quietly, never turning around, only occasionally raising his wine jug to take a sip.

He only finished drinking the last drop of wine in the pot after the man in black behind him finished speaking.

He then threw the empty wine jug into the lake, where it created ripples on the surface before slowly sinking.

"A demonic monk?!"

The white-clad swordsman slowly stood up and dusted off his robes.

His voice was calm and even, yet carried a subtle hint of interest: "Interesting!"

Before the words were even finished, the night breeze seemed to merely brush across the lake's surface, stirring up a few fallen leaves.

When they looked again, the bluestone was empty.

All that remained were the three kneeling men in black and the small ripples in the center of the lake that were gradually calming down.

Suzhou City, Canhe Village.

A large number of martial arts practitioners had already gathered outside the manor, and the atmosphere was tense and rife with conflict.

Some of the men had murderous expressions on their faces and were holding weapons; they were clearly there to seek revenge.