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

If this can be called compassion, then they are as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Standing behind Chen Mo, Wanwan's expression was more solemn than ever before.

She could clearly sense that the aura emanating from the man in white was extremely dangerous.

They are simply not comparable to those like "Mountain-Splitting Axe" Shi Zhentian or "Death-Knife" Jiao Ba.

His cultivation level has probably reached... the peak of the Innate Realm!

The man in white remained unmoved by Chen Mo's explanation and continued, "You destroyed the Dark Night Pavilion's outpost in Gusu City?"

"The Dark Night Pavilion?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "This humble monk didn't destroy that place, did he?"

"I just saw two elderly people there who were deeply sinful, and I simply performed a ritual to help them pass on to the afterlife."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light suddenly flashed in the white-robed man's eyes.

"very good."

He gave a cold laugh and continued, "You demonic monk, the one who killed you is the Shadow Chaser of the Dark Night Pavilion!"

"Shadow Chaser of the Dark Night Pavilion?!"

The crowd kneeling on the ground erupted in cheers.

"Hahaha! Heaven has spared me! You demonic monk, you're dead! How dare you offend the Dark Night Pavilion!"

"Chasing Shadow? That name seems familiar!"

"Holy crap, I remember now! Isn't Lord Shadow Chaser the supreme assassin of the Dark Night Pavilion?!"

"Supreme level? Aren't the Dark Night Pavilion's assassins only at the Heaven, Earth, and Human levels?"

"Hehe, you really are all talk and no action. On the surface, you are indeed only at the three levels of Heaven, Earth, and Man."

"But in reality, there's another level above the Heavenly-level assassins—the Supreme-level!"

"Legendary assassins are top-tier masters who can stand alone in the martial arts world, and they have never failed in their attacks."

"They are more than ten times more terrifying than even the top-tier assassins!"

"Then...that evil monk...is he doomed?!"

"Nonsense, they're absolutely dead! And they'll die a horrible death!"

The atmosphere of despair vanished instantly, replaced by the ecstatic joy of surviving a catastrophe.

In their view, since even the supreme-level assassins of the Dark Night Pavilion had personally taken action, no matter how powerful that demonic monk was, he was doomed to die!

Sudden.

A calm voice rang in everyone's ears, clear and distinct.

"I am very curious, what is it that makes you all have the illusion that... you will be able to leave alive today?"

what? !

Those people were startled and suddenly looked up, all staring at Chen Mo.

He still had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were calm and indifferent.

It was as if the Dark Night Pavilion's supreme-level assassin before him was no different from those chickens and dogs from before.

Huh?

Why would we call ourselves clay chickens and earthen dogs?!

Clang—!

The shadow started moving.

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed through the mountains and forests, and the longsword on his back was fully drawn.

The sword's blade was like a pool of autumn water, radiating a cold, gleaming light.

His aura rose steadily, reaching its peak in just a few breaths.

Man and sword seemed to merge into one, transforming into a sword intent that was pure to the extreme!

There was no unnecessary talk, and no fancy opening moves.

Man and sword transformed into a white lightning bolt, striking Chen Mo's brow with a speed beyond human comprehension!

In the world of martial arts, speed is the ultimate weapon!

This sword strike was incredibly fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Chapter 94 State of Mind

Faced with this earth-shattering sword strike, Chen Mo merely raised his eyes slightly, his hands still clasped together.

Ultimate Technique - Six Meridian Divine Sword!

He casually raised his right hand and pointed out in the distance.

Boom! !

A strange, muffled sound, as if it did not come from the human world.

An incomparably powerful and domineering invisible sword energy shot out from the Shaoshang acupoint on his thumb!

This sword energy arrived faster than expected, its speed completely exceeding the limits of the naked eye and even the perception of qi.

Everyone present felt a strange sense of unease, as if some great terror was about to unfold!

next second.

The figure of Zhuiying, which had transformed into a white lightning bolt, suddenly froze, and its forward momentum came to an abrupt halt!

The cold, confident expression on his face froze instantly.

A blood hole the size of a finger hole appeared between his eyebrows.

Fresh blood mixed with a little milky white substance was slowly seeping out.

Pfft!

Its tall, upright body fell straight backward, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

The longsword in Zhuiying's hand clattered to the ground, its light dimming.

Before he died, he never imagined that he, a master at the peak of the Innate Realm, would be unable to withstand even a single move from his opponent.

Dead!

Utter silence!

Oh, this?!

Could he be dead?

The expressions on the faces of those thugs who were shouting with joy just a moment ago, thinking that a savior had descended from the sky, froze instantly.

Their mouths were agape involuntarily, their eyes vacant, indicating that they could not comprehend the situation before them at all.

brain!

Blank!

How...how is this possible?!

That was a supreme-level assassin from the Dark Night Pavilion... and he was actually killed... with a single finger?!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, even if you beat them to death, no one would believe it.

Perhaps those masters who are already famous all over the world can do this.

But who is Chen Mo?

He was just a monk who was not yet twenty years old.

Before the incident at Leigu Mountain, none of them had even heard of Chen Mo.

"you?!"

This wicked monk is not human, he's a devil!

The two sides are not even on the same level. What can they possibly use to resist? Their heads?

……

……

Half an hour later.

The once lush woodland has now been transformed into a battlefield.

Limbs and remains were scattered everywhere, and the pungent, nauseating stench of blood lingered in the air for a long time.

The hundreds of people who came to ambush Chen Mo were all killed, with none surviving.

In the distance, several pairs of eyes peered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, watching in horror the woodland that had been transformed into hell.

These are spies from different factions.

At this moment, without exception, their faces turned deathly pale, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

They covered their mouths and noses tightly, afraid of making the slightest sound and attracting the attention of that killing god.

terrible!

That's hundreds of people, not hundreds of chickens and ducks!

Is that bald monk really a Buddhist monk?!

Not even a hint of pity on your face?!

"Gurgle..."

Someone swallowed hard, the sound unusually clear in the deathly silent hiding place.

The person next to him was so frightened by the sudden noise that he almost wet himself, and glared at him fiercely.

"Quick, let's go!"