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

That's it.

The ants in the house would all be split in two.

He is a person who holds grudges and seeks revenge.

“Something terrible is about to happen, Madam. You should take Xiu’er and Lin’er and hide first.”

After thinking for a moment, Yang Shoucheng hurriedly left the house and headed to Li Garden.

He thought to himself that he had to send a message to Li Xin as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the longer things drag on, the harder it will be to resolve.

……

"Help me."

Monk Jinzhong felt the dragon energy on his body gradually dissipate.

As he used it recklessly, the dragon energy inside the bell changed from deep yellow to light yellow, and then from light yellow to transparent.

Only dense black mist remained, like a venomous snake baring its fangs, ready to pounce and devour itself.

Even with the unique Silent Mindset inherited from the Great Snow Mountain, he was still somewhat unable to control this foreign dragon energy.

but.

Without the blessing of dragon energy, and with his body already injured.

How could he possibly defeat that persistent kid behind him?

'I regret it...'

Wanfu Wanshou Garden is right in front of us.

Before my eyes, I could already see a riot of colors, white and yellow vying for attention, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air.

The sounds of zither, bells, drums, and flutes drifted into my ears, creating a sense of tranquility and joy.

In the past, seeing such a scene and hearing such a sound always filled him with peace and joy.

Hearing it again today is like hearing my own death knell.

It was so jarring.

His death is imminent.

The murderous intent behind him pressed down on his heart like a mountain, making it hard to breathe.

Only at this moment did Monk Jinzhong realize that he was also afraid of death, even more afraid of death than ordinary people.

The thought of never being able to enjoy wealth and luxury again, or savor beautiful women and delicious food, filled him with fear, as if he had fallen into the deepest hell.

"Help me."

The monk Jinzhong, shouting hoarsely, no longer cared about his own dignity or whether he would disturb the important person.

He wiped away a cold sweat, gripped the golden bell tightly in his hand, and leaped into the garden.

There was a person right in front of me.

"Monk, your dragon energy has finally run out. I've come to ask you to embark on your journey."

Li Xin never came to the palace, nor did he enter the Wanfu Wanshou Garden. He even rarely entered the inner city.

It wasn't that they had any reverence for the Qing court, or any unwarranted expectations of it.

It was clearly written in the history books of my previous life.

Even disregarding the debate about barbarians, this dynasty is already rotten to the core.

It's not just from top to bottom; everyone has their own selfish desires.

Even public opinion at the grassroots level has been rapidly lost.

The reasons are complex.

There was official corruption, foreign invasion, and isolationism.

Of course, there were also acts of cruelty against ordinary people.

All these things indicate that this dynasty was like a house riddled with holes by insects and ants...

It will collapse with a crash when a strong wind blows.

Even if it's about to collapse.

In fact, Li Xin did not intend to be its first gravedigger.

Because those guarding the tomb are now foreigners from various countries.

Kill the tiger, and the wolf comes.

If you refuse the wolf, the bear will come to eat you.

This is actually a dilemma.

In Li Xin's view, the time was not yet ripe, and doing too much would only lead to more mistakes.

Doing nothing won't work either...

It's not a matter of whether I can stand it or not.

In the end, it will still come to the point where the West leads the world, and the Chinese people suffer another century of humiliation.

"I have the will to kill the traitors, but I lack the power to turn the tide."

Li Xin could only tell himself that his current strength was still too weak.

The overwhelming momentum could not be stopped.

He could only pretend not to see it, protect the people, and save the common folk; that was all.

As for national affairs, he couldn't manage them, nor did he intend to.

Therefore, out of sight, out of mind, he didn't even come to the palace.

But this time, the monk Jinzhong actually went too far by actively attacking him.

I haven't even gone to kill you yet, and you're already trying to kill me.

This is absolutely outrageous!

Therefore, Jin Zhong must die.

In his mind, flames raged across the sky, waves surged in the four seas, and countless red ribbons spread out to cover the heavens and the earth...

A child's eyes shot out flames of blood, and a wheel of fire spun beneath his feet.

Li Xin stood in front of the Golden Bell Monk.

His aura suddenly surged.

[Constitution] becomes twice as strong, [Agility] becomes 2.5 times, [Lightness] buff, [Critical Strike] buff, [Spiritual Connection] buff, [Wind and Fire Swiftness] buff.

At that moment, he felt as if his body was floating on clouds, surrounded by swirling wind and fire.

With just a slight movement, the figure had already pounced in front of the Golden Bell Monk.

"I want to see just how dangerous this palace is."

As Li Xin activated the second level of the divine will of [Nezha the Third Prince], he finally felt that there was indeed a faint but heavy pressure hanging over his head in this garden.

The more domineering you become, the greater the pressure you feel.

Like a mountain peak, always ready to fall.

But it wasn't very useful.

At Li Xin's extreme speed, this pressure only had a slight impact.

It will not significantly weaken his combat power.

whoosh...

With a single strike.

This time, not even the glint of a blade could be seen.

The monk Jinzhong felt only the howling wind and boundless flames rushing into his mind, as if his blood and qi were about to burn.

It felt like needles were pricking my chest.

He forcibly gathered his distracting thoughts and emptied his mind.

Finally, he saw a long sword that had cleaved through nothingness, striking his neck with lightning speed.

The Eight Trigrams Blade - Xun Wind Slash.

Wow, that was fast.

The monk Jinzhong simply tossed the small bell in his hand in front of him.

He held his arms to his throat.

My whole body was shaking violently.

The fist-sized golden bell was cleaved in two by a single stroke, and at the same time, both of his arms were severed at the elbows.

A tremendous force propelled it forward.

The blade thundered through the air, slicing down on his neck once more.

"help me."

The monk Jinzhong roared and leaned backward.

He caught a glimpse of a blue shadow out of the corner of his eye, and a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

Knowing that Yin Changshou had arrived, he felt that his advance gift of one tael and one qian of dragon energy had not been in vain.

Whether he lives or dies depends on him.

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Chapter 138 A Bright Vision, Mutual Benefit Through Cooperation

"Nephew, one should be lenient when one can."

The voice was still in the distance.

Li Xin felt a slight chill on his back.

A chill had already begun to seep into my body.

He paused slightly, spun around, and slashed down with his sword...

As he severed the head of the Golden Bell Monk, his left palm also struck out behind him.

"Snapped……"

Their palms clashed, their energy sweeping across, scattering the surrounding flowers in disarray.

Qingying retreated immediately upon contact.

After retreating about ten feet, a cold-faced old man with a long face and bushy eyebrows appeared from among the flowers. He was wearing a blue official robe.

This person had a forehead covered in wrinkles and a face as pale and expressionless as ice.

As they retreated, white steam rose from their heads, and a hint of surprise appeared in their eyes.

"What a magnificent Yang Blazing Palm! I never expected that my junior brother not only broke through the barrier of Yang Yang giving birth to Yin, but also that his disciples have grasped its secrets."

Two grandmasters from one family, that's truly remarkable.

Yin Changshou's voice was flat, as if practicing martial arts had made him lose all his emotions.

They just exchanged a palm strike.

His palms were invaded by the extreme yang energy, and his internal energy fluctuated incessantly, failing to calm down for quite some time.

He didn't care at all.

Because he knew that Li Xin was suffering even more than he was.

After all, it is within the range of the "Peace and Prosperity" formation, naturally close to the dragon's energy.