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

"The rest are yours to divide up!"

The last of the four late-stage Innate Realm masters stood silently on the far right.

He didn't speak, but his murderous intent was already locked onto Chen Mo.

It seemed as if it would erupt at any moment and devour everything.

When Wanwan saw the four people appear one after another, the relaxed look on her face disappeared, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Ghost Hand Fang Hong, Mountain-Splitting Axe Shi Zhentian, Blood Palm Tu Gang, Mourning Knife Jiao Ba.

These four individuals were all renowned and infamous late-stage Innate Realm masters in the martial arts world.

They each ruled over a region, or wreaked havoc in that region.

Normally, in a one-on-one situation, Wanwan is not afraid of either of them and can easily defeat them.

But now that the four of them are together, along with hundreds of elite troops, the situation on the field has become very tricky.

She couldn't help but look at Chen Mo, only to see that he still looked calm and collected, with even a faint smile on his lips.

It was as if the hundreds of menacing enemies before him were no different from the flowers and grass by the roadside.

Chen Mo glanced at the hundreds of people before him and smiled slightly, "It seems that you have all gathered here today specifically to hunt down this humble monk?"

"Or else?"

Shi Zhentian picked his nose. "You don't think we're all gathered here just to mess with you, do you?!"

These words immediately caused hundreds of thugs around to burst into laughter.

"Amitabha."

Faced with the ridicule of the crowd, Chen Mo simply shook his head slightly, "This humble monk observes that you all possess a deep-seated resentment and are burdened by karmic obstacles."

"Very well, today I will be a good person and send you all to the Pure Land to meet the Buddha and wash away your sins."

"Humph!"

"Send us to see Buddha? I'd rather send you to see your Buddha."

Shi Zhentian roared, "Take this axe blow and see if you're really as powerful as the rumors say!"

As he spoke, his powerful inner energy erupted, and the heavy axe in his hand carried a fierce wind that tore through the air.

With the simplest move, "Splitting Mount Hua," which contained immense power, it slashed diagonally down towards Chen Mo's head!

This axe strike was powerful and heavy, as if it could really split a mountain in two!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Chen Mo calmly raised his right index finger and gently tapped the axe blade.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

There was no bloodshed or flying flesh as expected, nor any loud clashing of metal.

The giant axe, which contained immense power, seemed to have struck an invisible yet indestructible wall.

The violent downward strike came to an abrupt halt, stopped firmly in mid-air by that finger!

what? !

The sinister smile on Shi Zhentian's face froze instantly, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.

No matter how much he tried to activate his internal energy, and his arms were bulging with veins from overexertion, he couldn't press the axe down even an inch!

"This...this is impossible!"

He let out a roar like a wild beast, unable to accept the reality before him.

Chen Mo smiled slightly, and the phantom image of dragons and elephants intertwined behind him instantly rose up.

hum! !

The next second, Shi Zhentian felt an irresistible, immense force coming through the axe.

He was so shocked that his blood and qi surged, and he staggered back seven or eight steps before he could barely stand up, his face full of horror.

Chapter 91 Practice

"Amitabha."

Chen Mo clasped his hands together and smiled, "Benefactor, you are too impatient. Please wait for me a moment."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Mu Wanqing beside him, "Qing'er, why don't you find someone to practice on?"

"Your skill level is about the same as theirs, which is perfect."

Mu Wanqing had been eager to try for a long time, and nodded vigorously when she heard what Chen Mo said.

In the past, Chen Mo was always the one to stand up for her, and she felt useless behind him, like a decorative vase.

But it's different now.

With a clang, she drew her long sword from her waist, her cold eyes instantly locking onto Ghost Hand Fang Hong.

Immediately, his figure appeared like a wisp of green smoke, and the long knife in his hand drew a sharp arc, aiming straight for Fang Hong's throat.

Seeing that this young woman dared to attack him, Fang Hong laughed instead of getting angry, but his laughter was filled with a chilling killing intent.

"Ah!"

"Looks like any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to provoke us now!"

"Since you're in such a hurry to be reincarnated, I'll grant your wish!"

Faced with Mu Wanqing's knife aimed straight at his throat, he neither dodged nor avoided, but instead formed his right hand into a claw and unleashed a Ghost Claw attack.

His figure swayed, leaving a trail of afterimages, and he actually arrived first, instantly closing in on Mu Wanqing.

With five fingers like hooks, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, it grabbed at Mu Wanqing's fair throat even faster!

A cruel smile had already crept onto Fang Hong's lips; he could almost feel the crisp sound of his fingertips crushing his throat.

After all, even a late-stage Innate Realm expert of the same level would be severely injured if caught by his Netherworld Ghost Claw, even if they didn't die.

Just as his sure-fire claw strike was about to land, Mu Wanqing suddenly turned her body and dodged it.

They grabbed nothing?!

Fang Hong's sinister smile froze instantly, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

But he reacted extremely quickly; when his first strike missed, his left hand followed up with "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!"

In an instant, dozens of black claw shadows, indistinguishable from real ones, materialized, like a horde of ghosts unleashed from their cages, enveloping Mu Wanqing's major acupoints.

But Mu Wanqing's movements were even more extraordinary, her footwork was unpredictable and her figure was elusive.

Sometimes as swaying as a willow in the breeze, sometimes as graceful as a startled swan, always dodging the claws with the slightest margin just before they reach you.

No matter how fierce Fang Hong's claws were, they couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes.

This is the ultimate lightness skill of the Free and Unfettered Sect—Lingbo Weibu!

The maneuvering, turning, and retreating—it's simply indescribable!

Even Wanwan couldn't help but secretly admire this scene.

Chen Mo's gaze swept around, finally settling on Wanwan, who was watching the show from the sidelines.

He said casually, "Miss Wanwan, you must be getting a little bored after following me for so long. Why don't you stretch your muscles a bit?"

"Those two... um, yes, the mute one who's staring at me, and the one next to him whose hand isn't quite right, I'll leave them to you, how about it?"

Upon hearing this, Wanwan couldn't help but roll her eyes at Chen Mo and said reproachfully, "Little Master, you certainly know how to order people around."

"With just one word, you expect me to deal with these two fierce and ruthless men."

Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mockery, "If you want me to do something, I'll charge you, you know?"

As he spoke, the Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes slid into his hands, and with a light tap of his bare feet, the Heavenly Demon Force Field around him silently expanded.

Jiao Ba, who had remained as still as a stone sculpture, finally showed a ripple in his lifeless eyes.

The Death Knife in his arms seemed to sense its master's emotions, emitting a low hum.

A chilling killing intent instantly locked onto Wanwan.

Meanwhile, 'Blood Palm' Tu Gang, standing to the side, let out a strange laugh, "Hehehe..."

"It seems I... have been underestimated!"

He slowly raised his hands, which were glowing with an eerie crimson color, and his body was filled with a surge of bloodthirsty energy.

The surrounding air seemed to carry a sweet, fishy smell.

Wanwan chuckled, and her Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes drew strange arcs as she instantly engaged the two in battle, the sounds of their clashing energies ringing out incessantly.

Chen Mo withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to Shi Zhentian in front of him.

He smiled slightly, "Esteemed benefactor, please stand aside and observe the battle."

"Your turn will be here soon, don't rush!"

what? !

Make me wait a minute?

These words were like adding fuel to the fire, completely igniting Shi Zhentian's fury!

"I'll take care of your uncle!"

"You dare to look down on people even when you're about to die? Die!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his muscles were bulging, and his powerful internal energy was poured into the axe in his hand without reservation.

The giant axe seemed to grow even heavier, carrying the terrifying power to shatter mountains and split rivers, and once again cleaved down fiercely towards Chen Mo's head!

This axe blow was three times more powerful than the previous one.

Clearly, Shi Zhentian had used all his strength, determined to cleave Chen Mo in two with a single axe strike!

Faced with this thunderous attack, Chen Mo didn't even glance at the giant axe hurtling towards him.

He simply raised his right hand casually and tapped it lightly in the air.

"Noisy!"