It turns out!
A sword is for self-defense and killing enemies!
Although after stepping into the Golden Core stage, one can fly with a sword and use it as a means of transportation!
But swords, you see...
They can't vibrate!
Yes!
After all, flying with a sword requires control of mental power!
Chatting is fine!
But if you do something particularly outrageous, it becomes unacceptable!
Not to mention those kinds of actions!
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Songshan!
In front of the Shaolin Temple!
Abbot Huikong, clad in a golden kasaya and holding prayer beads, sat cross-legged, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures!
Though stained with some blood, he exuded an aura of solemnity!
Before him lay the corpses of many cultivators!
Nearly a hundred in sight!
They died gruesome deaths, their blood pooling into rivers!
Turning the place into a harrowing scene akin to hell!
Behind him!
Were the renowned Eighteen Bronze Figures of Shaolin!
Their bodies were burly, wielding seven-foot staffs, as if cast from bronze!
They stood there silently, yet exuded a murderous aura!
Especially their cold eyes, reflecting the sunlight, would make even hundreds of enemies feel a pang of fear!
"Huikong, you wretch, I urge you to quickly vacate the Shaolin Temple! If my Demon Emperor arrives, your Shaolin Temple will be annihilated!" a middle-aged man roared!
"Indeed, among your Shaolin disciples, only you possess significant strength, comparable to an early-stage Golden Core cultivator! But once the Demon Emperor personally arrives, you will be no match for him!"
"He will send you to meet the Buddha! No, he will send you to hell!"
Huikong twirled the prayer beads in his hand, which glowed with a faint luminescence. His eyes were as placid as water. "If I, this humble monk, feared death, would I have fought with you for so long?"
A powerful Golden Core early-stage cultivator roared, "Even if you do not fear death, do you not care about the lives of those behind you?"
A faint smile suddenly appeared on Huikong's face. "It was they who taught me about dedication and sacrifice, so, if you ask if I care about their lives, I truly do not know how to answer your question!"
"Huikong, do you truly intend to be my enemy?"
Suddenly!
A thunderous roar echoed from the sky!
A black figure flew in on a sword!
The person was two meters tall and exceptionally burly!
Especially their pair of dark red eyes, sending shivers down one's spine!
"Greetings, Demon King!"
Everyone bowed simultaneously!
Huikong: "Fight if you want to fight, stop with all this nonsense, you're as whiny as a woman!"
Although Huikong was the abbot of Shaolin!
But, you see...
This guy had never managed to memorize a single scripture!
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the only thing he had in common with Buddhism was his bald head!
He had none of the demeanor of an enlightened monk!
However, his actions were such that even a true Buddha might not be able to match them!
"Since that is the case, then I shall fulfill your wish!"
The Demon King's eyes narrowed, and he slashed his flying sword towards Huikong!
Huikong's eyes remained indifferent, and he uttered a resounding Buddhist chant: "Om Mani Padme Hum!"
Simultaneously, his hands rapidly shifted, forming golden Buddhist seals, and with a raised hand, he blocked the Demon King's full-power attack!
But!
His complexion instantly withered significantly!
For several consecutive days, he had repelled the Demon King's subordinates' attacks!
However, his strength was too weak, especially when facing a ninth-stage Golden Core cultivator. Being able to withstand that single blow was already something to be proud of!
The Demon King said, "You withstood my second strike. With your strength, you absolutely cannot withstand a third strike!"
"Cough, cough!"
Huikong coughed violently, and blood trickled from his mouth!
"Actually, I really don't want to be enemies with you all. Although I keep saying I'm not afraid of death, when faced with life and death, who isn't scared?!"
"Aren't pork ribs delicious?"
"Aren't nuns beautiful?"
"But the problem is, I'm a very hypocritical person, I care about face!"
The Demon King frowned. "What are you trying to say?"
Huikong grew weaker. "Do you know the sect leader of the Huashan Sword Sect, the Great Demon King Chen Nan?"
The Demon King: "I have heard of him!"
"It's good that you've heard of him!" Huikong said, "We, the eight major forces, are known as the eight top forces in the mortal world."
"If, if the Huashan Sword Sect had also surrendered to you, then our Shaolin Temple could not possibly be the first to step forward. It would give the impression that we are unappreciative!"
"Our heads are already bright enough and attract enough attention; we do not wish to draw attention in this manner!"
"After all, the bird that sticks its head out often gets beheaded!"
"But damn it, that guy is someone who fears nothing and vows to save the world!"
"So, what can we do?"
"Let the Huashan Sword Sect be the hero?"
"No, little brother, if that were to happen, where would our Shaolin Temple's reputation go?"
"Where would Huikong's reputation go?"
"As the saying goes, heads can be severed, blood can flow, but hairstyles cannot be messed up!"
"Although this humble monk has no hair, I have always believed that heads can be severed, blood can flow, but one's dignity cannot be lost!"
The Demon King snorted, "To tell you the truth, Xue Huang has already led his Golden Core cultivators to Cangyun Peak on Mount Hua. If nothing unexpected happens, Chen Nan should be dead by now!"
"A mere junior at the Foundation Establishment stage dares to speak of saving all living beings. Does he think he is a savior?"
"Alas!"
"Since you wish to die heroically with this so-called damned Chen Nan, I shall fulfill your wish!"
"You two reunite in the underworld!"
As he spoke, he pointed his finger from afar!
The long sword behind him let out a joyous sword cry, like a ray of light, slashing towards Huikong!
In the blink of an eye, the Eighteen Bronze Figures instantly blocked in front of Huikong!
They formed a staff formation, blocking the Demon King's attack!
However!
The Eighteen Bronze Figures bore the fatal blow of a ninth-stage Golden Core expert!
Terrifying energy surged into their bodies, causing their bronze bodies to crack, and crimson blood flowed from them!
"Overestimating yourselves!"
The Demon King waved his right hand, and the long sword flew into the air!
Boom!
Instantly, terrifying sword energy erupted from the long sword!
Like a falling meteor!
It heavily struck the staff formation!
It instantly shattered the staff formation formed by the Eighteen Bronze Figures, causing them to spit blood and fly backward!
This strike directly damaged their internal organs!
Killing them on the spot!
The Demon King looked coldly at Huikong. "If you surrender now, I will spare your life!"
Huikong grinned, revealing a mad smile. "Even if you kill me, you cannot kill the unyielding souls of all living beings, nor can you crush their tenacious fighting spirit!"
"Alright, enough nonsense, send me on my way!"
"Dying at the hands of the enemy, I can also hold my head high and tell him, even if I haven't adhered to Buddhist precepts and rules, I haven't disgraced him!"
Saying this, he slowly closed his eyes!
Damn it!
Being a monk with desires and emotions is truly tiring!
"Since that is the case, then I shall fulfill your wish!" The Demon King slashed with his sword!
Just as the long sword was about to sever Huikong's head, a streak of blood light appeared out of thin air, and with a raised hand, it sent the Demon King's flying sword flying!
Xue Huang looked at the Demon King with murderous intent. "Are you tired of living, daring to kill my master's friend?"