Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

bang...

A bell tolls.

This time, the bell rang without being struck, and the surrounding brick and stone ground shattered in unison.

Li Xin, standing in front of him, was struck as if by lightning and flew backward uncontrollably.

I just received the longsword.

It hasn't been swung yet.

Waves of ripples washed over him.

The immense pressure, like a mountain collapsing and the sea splitting, made his bones groan.

When blood and qi flow slows down to the extreme, the mind also goes slightly blank.

Deep in my mind.

There was also a huge black dragon shaking its head and wagging its tail, lying all around.

The crimson dragon eye looked over, bared its fangs, and let out a long roar.

It plunges people straight into an ice cave, leaving them unable to move.

On the long street, all the onlookers were completely shaken.

Severe eardrum pain, limbs feel weak.

Stunned by the sound of the bell, they were powerless to resist.

【Evening Drum and Morning Bell】

The monk Jinzhong used dragon energy to activate the golden bell, unleashing a sonic attack from the Great Snow Mountain. With a single ring of the bell, the surrounding area fell silent.

His eyes turned slightly cold, and a hint of smugness appeared on his face.

The next moment, after Jin Zhong returned to his neck, a pitch-black short knife appeared in his hand.

His gaze was solemn, and his appearance was dignified.

A blade was held vertically between his brows, his figure shimmering like smoke, and he brought the blade down with a thunderous crash.

[Renouncing worldly affairs to fulfill one's wishes]

This strike, whether it kills or kills, leaves the intent of the blade extinguished.

Suddenly, a towering Buddha image appeared in everyone's mind.

There was nothing left to see.

"Playing tricks will get you killed."

Li Xintian roared.

A raging fire blazed in my mind.

As the red ribbon billowed, it seemed as if countless golden rings were striking out in all directions.

Breaking through the boundless void of the blockade, when I opened my eyes again, I saw a fat earthen monk wielding a knife.

The blade was shrouded in a black and red aura, as if ten thousand people were shouting in unison, "Die!"

He moved his arm slightly.

He thrust his sword straight at his opponent.

Waves surged before him, like the churning of the four seas, and a white streak appeared as the air exploded.

The black blade was about to strike when it was shattered into countless pieces by the absolute force and speed of the blade's beam. The beam then transformed into an arc of light that pierced through the chest of the Golden Bell Monk.

At the same time, a deep hole appeared in the wall of the martial arts school behind them, and dust rose up everywhere.

"impossible."

A hole was pierced through the center of the monk's body, and bright red blood gushed out like a fountain.

He stomped heavily on his feet, retreating instead of advancing, leaping ten meters in one bound, and after a few leaps, he hurriedly headed straight for the palace.

"Where's your dragon energy? Keep using it."

Li Xin's expression turned slightly cold.

The opponent's move was indeed quite strange.

Wherever the sound passed, it blurred the lines between illusion and reality, making it seem as if one truly saw a giant dragon and felt the resentment of the people.

In an instant, a mix of emotions welled up in my heart: regret, sadness, resentment, and heartache.

I've forgotten what day it is.

Just then, the opponent slashed down with his sword.

He didn't even think about hiding; instead, he felt that life was full of hardships.

It would be better to drink blood under the blade and leave this mortal world to fulfill my wish.

If I fail in this life, I'll fight again in the next.

Once this feeling takes hold, the will to resist disappears.

He almost became a victim of the knife.

Looking at the fragments of that black knife.

The killing intent in Li Xin's eyes surged even more fiercely.

The stench and the deep, piercing hatred emanating from the knife made him want to overturn the world.

Die, die, die.

They all deserve to die.

He could sense it.

This knife was made from a child's bones.

I wonder how much filthy blood it has been used to refine.

With a single swing of the blade, it severs souls and destroys spirits, displaying extreme ferocity.

If it weren't for my strong mental strength and high innate resistance, I would likely have been in danger from that combo attack.

To deal with such a vicious criminal, the second level of [Nezha the Third Prince's Divine Intent] is clearly more suitable now.

[Physical Fitness] Suddenly doubled.

Agility increased by 2.5 times.

His physical fitness improved rapidly.

Although the burst of time only lasted a little over four minutes, that was enough.

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Chapter 136 Talented people are rare, but some are reckless and ignorant.

'Master is right, these sects do have a lot of history.'

At the very least, the Golden Bell Monk's methods of using dragon energy to enhance his physique and Golden Bell sound attacks are quite miraculous.

For some reason, I felt that the black and yellow dragon aura was somewhat familiar, even somewhat endearing…

The Golden Bell Monk in front of him fled at a speed he could never normally use.

The hole in his chest, which had been pierced, had stopped bleeding for some reason.

Li Xin followed behind, not in a hurry to unleash the second level of [Nezha the Third Prince's Divine Intent], but simply kept a steady distance behind him at his normal speed.

He discovered that even if he exerted his full strength, it would be difficult to kill the Golden Bell Monk in a short time under his peculiar state.

The dragon aura emanating from the other party seemed to enhance their physique in every way, with a thin layer of golden light constantly enveloping them.

I just thrust my sword out with all my might.

With the sharpness of a precious sword, it should be able to cut even a lump of fine steel in two.

When Li Xin actually went to strike, he discovered...

The blade was blocked by the golden light.

When the blade strikes the monk's skin, it will be blocked by an extremely tough thread of energy.

They only managed to penetrate halfway before they couldn't advance any further.

There was no way to advance further.

"If this is your true strength, then I won't fight you; I'll just turn around and leave."

"Unfortunately, old monk, I wonder how long your dragon energy can last?"

With a slight thought, Li Xin moved nimbly and gracefully, his clothes billowing in the wind, and followed behind with a chuckle.

"No matter how long you can't hold out, Li Xin, do you dare to come to the palace with me?"

The monk Jinzhong was pale and inwardly groaned.

He knew that his injuries this time were much more serious than those he had sustained in the Cheng family's courtyard that day.

The young man behind him possessed great strength and heavy blows, and his precious sword was extremely sharp.

What's even more outrageous is that no one knows how he developed that internal energy.

The two forces, one of extreme cold and one of extreme heat, intertwined and swirled, making them very difficult to dispel.

The yin and yang energy that had been attacking his body along with the blade was now damaging his meridians and internal organs, causing the Golden Bell Monk immense suffering.

If it weren't for the dragon energy boosting his recovery and defense capabilities, he would have collapsed long ago.

To have such terrifying skills at such a young age is simply monstrous.

I'm just being unreasonable, I'm going to go against him.

The monk Jinzhong has lived a carefree and happy life for so many years, and has rarely had a moment of regret.

He was a disciple of the Great Snow Mountain Sect, highly valued by his master, who entrusted him with important responsibilities.

He was successful in everything he did. Although he was not a high-ranking official, even those of the highest rank in the court would not dare to put on airs when facing him.

Reaching this point in life can be considered a near-perfect fulfillment.

They are not picky about the finest food, nor about the most delicate preparation; they have everything from gold and silver to beautiful women…

Why should I be so upset?

Why risk your life against a peasant?

It is unwise to put oneself in a dangerous situation.

At this moment, Monk Jinzhong finally realized the truth.

Perhaps it's because they've always been used to being high and mighty, and they can't tolerate the slightest disobedience from others.

Therefore, they are completely unable to tolerate being provoked.

It was merely a black-glove force under his command that was targeted and attacked by Li Xin.

What's the big deal?

Even if the Qing brand is gone, there's still the Feng brand; and even if the Feng brand is gone, there's still the Shun brand...

The temporary disruption to cargo collection isn't having much of an impact.

'I was so stupid! Really.'

Sensing the figure closely following behind, waves of murderous intent swept over them.

As the monk Jinzhong fled frantically forward, he felt as bitter as if he had swallowed a bitter herb.

'I wonder if that old bastard Yin Changshou has made any breakthroughs after obtaining a wisp of refined dragon energy?'

Fortunately, the palace was protected by the [Great Array of Peace and Prosperity].