With just one glance, the Taoist priests at the front all had inconspicuous blood dots on their brows.
The old Taoist did not know that the silver needles had passed directly through their foreheads, killing them on the spot.
A scream was heard, and seven or eight Taoist priests fell to the ground in such a bizarre manner, dying instantly.
Seeing this, everyone felt a chill down their spines; they had never witnessed such ruthless methods.
The old Taoist sensed trouble and immediately shouted, "Attack together! Use your sword energy! We must not give this kid a chance to breathe!"
However, these Taoist priests were already in disarray when faced with the threat of death.
As Mu Feng's first wave of silver needle attacks concluded, the second wave was already arriving.
Before anyone could react, a large number more died, falling to the ground with thuds.
The Taoist priests were now completely panicked, with some even throwing their swords aside and attempting to flee the Taoist temple.
Mu Feng did not intend to let any of them go, especially since their martial arts attainments were indeed very high.
If he let them escape, they would surely become thorns in his side, potentially even taking his life when he least expected it.
He would never allow these people to become sharp blades hanging around his neck, thus they had to be annihilated.
Silver needle after silver needle flew out, piercing the heads of those who tried to escape, their deaths gruesome.
The old Taoist's heart pounded, almost leaping out of his chest from anger.
These were the core strength of their Taoist temple; losing them would be a severe blow.
However, the old Taoist did not realize that he was not facing a severe blow, but utter destruction.
"Stop! Stop immediately!" the old Taoist kept shouting, trying to make Mu Feng halt.
But Mu Feng clearly had no intention of stopping, continuing his merciless slaughter of the Taoist priests.
The old Taoist's face turned ashen with shock, but he lacked the means to stop Mu Feng, so he could only watch helplessly as Mu Feng wreaked havoc.
The entire Taoist temple had become a charnel house, where lives seemed utterly worthless.
Screams echoed, but soon they vanished, leaving only the sounds of a few people breathing.
Bodies lay strewn across the ground in disarray, the scene appearing exceptionally desolate and terrifying.
After about ten minutes, all the Taoist priests had fallen, not a single one spared.
The old Taoist swallowed hard, clearly still reeling from the shock.
His voice trembling, he asked, "You... you killed them all?"
"Of course. These people intended to take my life. Should I keep them alive to slaughter like pigs for the New Year?"
Mu Feng's tone was filled with disdain and mockery.
The old Taoist felt his dignity being thoroughly ground into the dirt.
"You... why did you do this? These are all disciples of my Qingyu Taoist Temple. You've committed a grave error, a terrible mistake..."
Mu Feng chuckled, "What disciples? They're just a bunch of lunatics. They're dead, so what? Do you have a problem with that?"
"Are you kidding me? They're all dead, every last one of them!" The old Taoist seemed to have lost his mind, muttering incessantly.
"Then I can only apologize. These people deserved to die. Now, hand over my things. There were more than ten people here, weren't there!" Mu Feng extended his hand.
The old Taoist flatly refused, "This humble Taoist will absolutely not give them to you. Who do you think you are?"
"I just want you to honor your bet. You've seen my abilities; taking your life is as simple as flicking my fingers!"
"If you hand them over now, I might reluctantly allow you to linger on. Otherwise, I won't mind adding another soul to this temple!" Mu Feng squeezed his tiger's mouth, speaking casually.
The old Taoist trembled all over upon hearing this. Facing this situation, he knew very well that the young man before him was not joking at all.
If he didn't comply, Mu Feng would definitely take his life; there was no doubt about it.
With that thought, he gritted his teeth and said, "You're sure you want this medicinal herb?"
"Of course. These are rightfully mine!" Mu Feng nodded slightly.
"I must warn you, our temple's Ancestor is in seclusion on the mountain. These aged medicinal herbs are for him to extend his lifespan. If you take his herbs, you will definitely face retaliation, and you will surely die!"
Mu Feng let out a snort and said with a smile, "That sounds familiar. Don't play clever with me. Forget about the Ancestor; even if your great-great-great-grandfather were here now, it would be useless. Hurry up; my patience has its limits!"
"Despicable!" The old Taoist gnashed his teeth in hatred.
But there was nothing he could do. He still had to give up the aged medicinal herbs; otherwise, his own life would be forfeit.
Thus, led by the old Taoist, Mu Feng soon arrived at a hidden door within the Taoist temple.
The hidden door opened through an inconspicuous mechanism, revealing a brightly lit secret room. A rich medicinal fragrance filled the air.
Just smelling it was invigorating, like a sudden enlightenment.
Mu Feng took a deep breath and said, "I never expected someone could preserve such aged medicinal herbs. I'm truly curious about your Ancestor's identity!" Kuai Shu Ge
The old Taoist said through clenched teeth, "Our Ancestor is already one hundred and sixty years old. Think about how many people in this world can live to such an age?"
One hundred and sixty years was no small feat; it was definitely the pinnacle of longevity, exceeding the limits of human life.
In a sense, if the old Taoist was telling the truth, then the Ancestor of the Qingyu Taoist Temple had certainly transcended human existence.
The old Taoist continued, "You don't think our Ancestor is frail and decrepit, unable to move, do you? I'll tell you, his strength surpasses all of us. He has reached the peak of cultivation, even to the point where he can be described as an immortal!"
"If possible, I'd really like to discuss the art of living with your Ancestor!"
"But for now, I shall gladly accept all these medicinal herbs!"
Mu Feng surveyed the surroundings. He had no intention of leaving any of the herbs in the secret room behind.
After about half an hour, a private helicopter landed in the Taoist temple's square.
After disembarking, a group of people began moving the medicinal herbs under Mu Feng's direction.
Before long, the aged medicinal herbs and other rare medicinal ingredients from the secret room were all transported away, not even a blade of grass left behind.
Gazing at the empty room, the old Taoist swallowed hard, feeling as if he were waking from a dream.