#489 - Chapter 489: Hypocritical villain, act as if nothing happened

The word "retreat" had just left his mouth when Xu Yang's attack arrived.

Crack!

The sound of a tree being snapped echoed through the void. A divine light from his fingertip slashed, bisecting the leading assassin at the waist. Magnificent radiance filled the universe, this radiance being an unimaginable power formed by the combination of infinite Dao runes. A streak of dark light attempted to escape from the body towards the distant sky, but it was instantly vaporized by Xu Yang's blazing gaze.

The remaining assassins, seeing their leader so easily killed, were thrown into disarray, their expressions panicked and uneasy. They lost all will to fight and turned to flee in all directions!

"A bunch of hypocritical villains!"

Xu Yang easily caught up with the fleeing assassins, his body erupting with golden light. Complex divine patterns floated around him, making him look even more like a young divine king, reigning over the world.

The assassins were scared out of their wits. They never expected their target to be so difficult. They were already in the Human Immortal Realm, at the pinnacle of this world, so why did the assassination fail? And not only did it fail, but they were going to lose their lives here.

Bang!

Xu Yang struck out with his palm, unleashing endless divine power like a training hanging in the high sky, striking an assassin and directly blasting him into a cloud of blood mist, his soul extinguished along with him.

The remaining assassins, seeing this, had even less will to fight. At this moment, they only regretted not having more legs. However, even if they had eight legs, they still couldn't escape Xu Yang's grasp.

In a few breaths.

Most of the dozen or so assassins were dead or wounded. Xu Yang then left one alive, wanting to know where exactly the Asura Dynasty was hiding, how they could cultivate so many Human Immortals in large numbers, and whether the Asura Dynasty was working for the Heavenly Dao or was self-organized...

Xu Yang wanted to get corresponding explanations from this survivor's memory for all sorts of questions.

Xu Yang kicked out, breaking the assassin's leg bones, causing him to kneel in front of him with a thud.

"You worm, our Asura will definitely eliminate you..."

The assassin grimaced at Xu Yang, the intense pain from his leg causing cold sweat to pour from his forehead.

"Whether I will be eliminated by you, I don't know, but aren't you curious as to why I killed everyone else but left you alive?"

Xu Yang looked down at the assassin, his eyes full of indifference.

Unexpectedly, the assassin was not angry, but grinned and laughed wildly:

"You worm, you wouldn't be thinking of searching my soul, would you? Hahaha, if you want to, then try it."

"You speak so rudely."

Xu Yang slapped the assassin in the face. His strength was so great that with just one slap, he knocked out all the teeth in the assassin's mouth.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood mixed with teeth spewed out of the assassin's mouth. He glared at Xu Yang with hatred, like a rabid beast. If he had the chance, he would definitely pounce on Xu Yang and bite off his neck.

Based on the assassin's words, Xu Yang naturally knew that there must be a corresponding restriction set in his mind, otherwise he wouldn't have such confidence. However, he had a divine object like the small tower in his hand, which could ignore any restrictions.

Thinking of this, he no longer argued with the assassin from Asura. He directly took out the small tower from the system space. Because Xu Yang had just fed it two Buddhist treasures, the small tower was in a good mood and was very willing to cooperate. Without Xu Yang saying anything, it directly attacked, and an ancient light landed on the assassin's brow, easily suppressing the restriction in his mind.

Xu Yang's divine sense entered it and read the corresponding memory. He discovered that these assassins from Asura were entrenched in a small world outside the heavens. This small world was similar to the Cloud Dream Immortal Realm he controlled. Moreover, in this small world, there were countless heavenly and earthly spiritual objects of extremely high grade. Relying on these spiritual objects, Asura could completely mass-produce Human Immortal Realm experts.

Of course, the most important thing was that behind this Asura, there was indeed an invisible hand controlling Asura, selectively hunting geniuses and monsters. After the hunt, they would take the most valuable parts of the geniuses and monsters, such as the body, precious bones, etc., back to the small world and hand them over to the dynasty's leader for safekeeping...

Because the assassin whose soul Xu Yang searched did not have a very high status in the Asura Dynasty, he could not reach the real core at all. Therefore, in his memory, he only vaguely knew that there was someone behind the dynasty, but he did not know who it was...

"How could it be! There is a restriction set in my mind, why can you still search my soul?!"

The assassin was terrified and felt unbelievable. Even if Xu Yang's cultivation surpassed him, he should not be able to ignore the restriction in his mind. Why was this?

"You don't deserve to know." Liu Beifeng felt that these assassins were too much, jumping out inexplicably, saying that her master was a worm, and shouting to kill at every turn. She decided that when her cultivation improved, she would directly run to the Asura's lair and uproot the Asura.

Bang!

Xu Yang pointed at the assassin's brow. Almost instantly, the assassin's brow ignited. It didn't take long for the assassin to be burned to ashes, and his soul was burned to nothing along with him, dead beyond dead.

"Let's go, Little Beifeng."

Xu Yang put the small tower back into the system space and looked at Liu Beifeng, smiling.

"Master, where is the Asura Dynasty's lair?"

Liu Beifeng said indignantly.

"What are you asking this for?"

Xu Yang asked curiously.

"Because I want to avenge Daddy..."

Liu Beifeng spoke super fast.

Xu Yang was stunned as if he had heard an illusion. He recovered and stared blankly at Liu Beifeng, his expression strange, and said:

"Disciple, what did you just say?"

Liu Beifeng blinked her beautiful eyes, her earlobes red:

"Disciple didn't say anything!"

"Really didn't say anything?"

"Really, Master, you believe Disciple, Disciple has always told the truth." Liu Beifeng's cheeks were even redder.

"Okay, then I believe you."

From Little Beifeng's reaction, Xu Yang could be sure that he had not misheard just now. He really didn't expect Little Beifeng to suddenly give him such a surprise...

"Master, let's go back, don't let the senior sisters and the Sect Leader wait anxiously." Liu Beifeng put her hand in Xu Yang's hand, even though her palms were already sweating, she pretended to be nonchalant.

"Okay..."

Xu Yang whispered two words close to Liu Beifeng's ear.

Liu Beifeng was directly ashamed and lowered her head, leaning on Xu Yang's chest, a little weak.

Xu Yang laughed and naturally picked up Liu Beifeng and flew towards the direction he came from.

Don't look at Little Beifeng's curvy figure, but she is not heavy at all, it's just that the flesh grows in the right places.

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The death of Jin Chanzi did not cause any waves in the world, because the upper realm creatures were still constantly harvesting flesh and blood medicine. Not to mention one Jin Chanzi, even if ten Jin Chanzis died, they would not be surprised. Except for the monks on Mount Ling, after learning the news of Jin Chanzi's death from the Fighting Saint, everyone on Mount Ling, from top to bottom, was furious.

At this time, on Mount Ling, Leiyin Temple.

"Fighting, tell me, who killed Ancestor Jin Chan!"

The host of Mount Ling is an old man with white eyebrows. His beard and hair are all stretched out, glaring at the Fighting Saint, his eyes filled with anger, exuding unparalleled pressure, making all the monks in the temple feel extraordinary pressure.

Jin Chanzi is related to the future of their Buddhism. Whether Buddhism can reproduce its past glory depends entirely on him. But now Jin Chanzi is dead, which makes him, as the host of Mount Ling, feel that the sky has fallen.

"Host, I don't know who he is. The reason why Master died was because Master insisted on saying that the other party was a demon and wanted to suppress him. Then the other party didn't indulge Master and killed him with a few strokes!"

The Fighting Saint didn't care about the pressure given by the host. He scratched his head and said casually.

"A few strokes? Are you saying that Ancestor Jin Chan didn't last a few rounds in that person's hands?" The host of Mount Ling asked aggressively.

The Fighting Saint shrugged and said, "That's right."

"You evil creature, dare to deceive me. What kind of person is Ancestor Jin Chan? He can be compared to the Tathagata World Honored One. Now you are telling me that the other party killed Ancestor Jin Chan with two or three moves!"

The host of Mount Ling glared at the Fighting Saint, his eyes jumping with Buddha light, as if to see through the Fighting Saint's heart,

"Believe it or not."

The Fighting Saint said with an unpleasant face.

"You evil beast, you have been tamed for endless years, but you can't tame the wildness in you. From today onwards, I will suppress you at the foot of Mount Ling for a million years!"

The host of Mount Ling was furious, pointing at the Fighting Saint and shouting loudly.

"Host, host, listen to me, the death of Master, we disciples are also very sad, but the fact is really the same as what the senior brother said. Even if Master mastered the old transformation, he still didn't last a few moves in that person's hands, so you really can't blame the senior brother!"

The Purifying Altar Envoy is usually unreliable and always opposes the Fighting Saint, but at critical moments, he will still stand up and speak righteously.

"Is your words credible? Arhat of Eight Treasures, you tell me!"

The host of Mount Ling knows the Purifying Altar Envoy too well. He is a guy who runs a train with his mouth full, treacherous, lazy, gluttonous, and slippery. He has almost everything. If it weren't for his deep Buddhist fate, he would have wanted to kick this Purifying Altar Envoy out of Buddhism and let him fend for himself.

"Host, the fact is indeed no different from what the senior brother said. The reason why you can still see Master's relics is also because the senior brother came forward and exchanged them with his fighting method. Otherwise, Master may not even be able to return to Mount Ling with his relics!"

"Moreover, looking at that person's meaning, he seems to hate our Buddhism very much and intends to come to our Mount Ling!"

The Arhat of Eight Treasures told the truth.

The host of Mount Ling still believes in the words of the Arhat of Eight Treasures, because he is indeed honest and will not lie. He pondered for a moment and did not continue to think about punishing the Fighting Saint, but looked at the other monks and asked:

"What do you think?"

A monk with a fiery temper opened his mouth in a buzzing voice:

"Since he killed Ancestor Jin Chan, if my Buddhism does not retaliate, where is the dignity of Buddhism?"

"I think you are confused. The Arhat of Eight Treasures said that even if Ancestor Jin Chan mastered the old transformation, he was not a match for that person. With our Buddhism's current strength, how can we compete with him?"

"Therefore, host, in the opinion of the disciple, since we can't afford to offend such a madman, let's hide. From today onwards, we will close Mount Ling and have no contact with the outside world. In this way, we can protect my Buddhism from the disaster of extinction!"

An old monk said this.

"When has my Buddhism ever been so timid? If we close Mount Ling because the other party is powerful, how will Buddhist believers view us if this matter spreads out?"

"In my opinion, since that person has the ambition to destroy Mount Ling, let him come. The disciple should imitate the great act of the Tathagata World Honored One of cutting flesh to feed the eagle, sacrificing himself to feed the demon, what about it?"

Another monk stood up and said wildly and passionately.

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately aroused the approval and agreement of many monks, because the Tathagata World Honored One became a Buddha on the spot by cutting flesh to feed the eagle. Therefore, if they can imitate it and feed the demon with their bodies, maybe they can also become Buddhas and ancestors like the Tathagata World Honored One and live as long as the sky.

"There are many creatures on Mount Ling. You have achieved your wish and fed the demon with your bodies, so what about the other creatures? Do you want to feed the demon with you? The Buddha Dharma I practice never harms the innocent or harms creatures! Amitabha!" A monk put his hands together, with a compassionate face.

Seeing that the monks in the temple were arguing endlessly, arguing endlessly, and holding their own opinions.

The host of Mount Ling was tired of listening, raised his hand, motioned everyone to be quiet, and said with a serious expression:

"Since that person is so powerful, don't think about revenge anymore. In my opinion, let's close Mount Ling first. When the storm passes, we will reopen Mount Ling. This is a foolproof plan that can protect my Buddhism's incense from being extinguished and the inheritance from lasting long!"

The host of Mount Ling has a very respected position in Leiyin Temple, only weaker than Jin Chanzi, so as soon as he opened his mouth, those monks who originally had other ideas all died down and stopped arguing.

"Yes, host."

The monks agreed.

At this time, the host of Mount Ling looked at the Fighting Saint, who was sitting and standing without any manners, and unceremoniously ordered:

"Since that person is willing to exchange relics with you, it shows that that person has a good impression of you, so if that person really comes to attack Mount Ling, you still need to come forward to persuade him to make peace, do you understand?"

The Fighting Saint did not speak, but just stared at the host's big head, thinking that if he knocked it down with a stick, the sound would definitely be very crisp and sweet.

The host of Mount Ling couldn't help but get angry when he saw that the Fighting Saint didn't speak.

The Purifying Altar Envoy quickly jumped out, protected the Fighting Saint behind him, and smiled obsequiously: "Host, host, the senior brother understands, if that person really comes to Mount Ling, the senior brother will definitely come forward and try his best to persuade that person to not attack our Mount Ling."

The host of Mount Ling snorted coldly: "It's best to be like this, Fighting, I advise you not to have any extra thoughts, otherwise, hehe, don't forget, your people are also at the foot of Mount Ling..."