It turns out they were all old enemies!
Upon learning that Yong Yong was the master of his enemy, Yan Shou Yi became even more excited.
Since they were already enemies, he would have no psychological burden when killing them later!
"What about you two?!" Yan Shou Yi looked expectantly at Jie Jing and Jie Xuan.
Jie Jing gritted his teeth, "The two of us have no grievances with you, but as disciples of renowned sects, eliminating demons and defending the righteous path is our duty. Do we need a reason to kill you?"
Very good, if people want to kill me, it's reasonable for me to retaliate, right?
This further reduced his psychological pressure!
Yan Shou Yi's smile became even more frenzied.
Chang Ji watched from afar, already awestruck by Yan Shou Yi's "perversion."
Truly worthy of the name Killing God Yan Shou Yi!
He was not merely unpredictable; he was downright bloodthirsty!
How could Senior Brother Chang Shan be associated with such a person!
No wonder Grand-Master Ben Heng said Senior Brother Chang Shan had strayed!
"Will the four of you die together, or one by one?" Yan Shou Yi asked the four with a serious expression.
All four were Buddhist prodigies, and Miao Hua was a powerful expert of the same generation as Miao Ji. When had they ever suffered such provocation?
It was simply an unbearable humiliation!
Yong Yong could no longer contain himself and charged at Yan Shou Yi:
"Demon, taste my One-Finger Zen!"
Yong Yong, a martial monk from Dong Chan Temple, was most skilled in One-Finger Zen.
He extended his right index finger, and golden Buddhist light erupted from its tip, like a blazing sun, seemingly capable of melting everything.
With a mere flick of his finger, the grass beneath Yan Shou Yi's feet ignited into a fierce inferno!
This One-Finger Zen was no simple technique. Yan Shou Yi did not want to confront it head-on and chose to retreat and evade.
With a move called "Soaring Golden Light," Yan Shou Yi vanished from his spot in an instant, while Yong Yong's finger struck the position Yan Shou Yi had just occupied.
In that moment, a twenty-meter-long ruin appeared in the forest. Countless trees, broken at the waist, had been charred by flames, with only a few still smoldering.
Chang Ji was deeply shocked by Yong Yong's One-Finger Zen and couldn't help but murmur softly:
"Senior Uncle Yong Yong's One-Finger Zen has actually reached this level. If he progresses further, he'll be no different from an Arhat, won't he?"
With Yong Yong being so formidable, Chang Ji's confidence grew. He had previously worried that his master and uncles couldn't defeat Yan Shou Yi, but now it seemed they had a fighting chance.
However, he did not forget that Yan Shou Yi was capable of killing the reincarnation of Asura; he was absolutely not someone to be trifled with.
Despite the immense power of Yong Yong's One-Finger Zen, it didn't harm Yan Shou Yi in the slightest.
Even after Yan Shou Yi reappeared, he couldn't resist taunting:
"One-Finger Zen... not bad, but it's a shame it's not recorded in the Lu Ban Book. Otherwise, I'd like to practice it for fun!"
Yong Yong was enraged, "One-Finger Zen is a supreme Buddhist art! How can you steal it!"
"What's so great about Buddhist supreme arts? I've already learned the Buddhist Golden Body and the Buddhist Lion's Roar, haven't I?" Yan Shou Yi chuckled. "If you say that, I don't even care for your One-Finger Zen anymore! As far as I know, there's a Kato-kun in Japan, who claims to be the 'Golden Finger,' not much weaker than your One-Finger Zen!"
"Outrageous!" Yong Yong was almost driven mad, "How dare you compare One-Finger Zen to that fellow!"
Yan Shou Yi blinked, "That's not right. Master, aren't you a Buddhist, free from worldly desires? How do you know Master Kato's name? Could it be that Master also enjoys watching those short films with simple scenes and predictable plots, filmed by just two people, in the quiet of the night?"
"You...!!"
Yong Yong was speechless for a moment, his face flushing red as if his secret had been exposed.
He was embarrassed and angered!
"Yong Yong, you are attached to form!" Miao Hua suddenly reminded him.
Yong Yong, who was on the verge of collapse, suddenly regained his senses. He then recited "Amitabha" in his mind, and the murderous intent in his eyes became less obvious.
However, his resolve to kill Yan Shou Yi was firm!
Even if the Buddha himself came, he wouldn't be able to stop me, I say!
Yong Yong extended his right hand again, intending to stab Yan Shou Yi to death.
But this time, Yan Shou Yi didn't dodge. He attacked first.
The Ancestral Dragon Sword instantly appeared in his hand, its light flashing. The next second, his figure was back in its original position.
Yong Yong looked at his hand with utter shock.
His right hand, which he had diligently trained for decades, was now reduced to just his wrist. The entire hand from the wrist down had vanished!
Blood gushed out!
"My hand... my hand!! Ah!!!"
Yong Yong was in immense pain, not just from the wound but also because his right hand, trained for decades, was gone!
One-Finger Zen wasn't just about mastering the technique; it required daily and yearly refinement of the fingers, making them harder than steel to withstand the immense power of the technique.
Now, even with his left hand still intact, it was absolutely impossible for Yong Yong to unleash the same powerful One-Finger Zen as before – unless he spent decades training his left hand.
But how many decades did he have left in his life?
This meant that Yong Yong would never be able to return to his peak!
And all the hardship he had endured for the past few decades was in vain!
"A fine One-Finger Zen. You should have practiced Iron Sand Palm together back then, and then your hand wouldn't have been chopped off by my sword. What a pity~"
Yan Shou Yi stood in place, holding a bloody hand – Yong Yong's right hand.
He casually tossed the hand behind him, a mocking smile on his face, which made Yong Yong's blood pressure skyrocket!
No matter how strong your One-Finger Zen is, I can just chop off your hand. What can you do about it?
"The Killing God is truly the Killing God!"
Chang Ji trembled in the corner, especially seeing Yan Shou Yi sever Yong Yong's right hand with such ease and composure. Such courage could only be honed by killing hundreds of people!
Senior Brother Chang Shan, you misjudged him!
"Yan Shou Yi, I will not rest until I am avenged! I will not rest until I am avenged!!!" Yong Yong roared at the sky.
Yan Shou Yi smiled slightly, "Too many people want vengeance against me. I suggest you move to a different universe."
"Don't just stand there, hurry and attack!"
Miao Hua finally spoke up, reminding Jie Jing and Jie Xuan. Miao Hua, who had been full of confidence, suddenly realized that if Yan Shou Yi was allowed to defeat them one by one, all four of them might perish on this mountainside today!
They had come to hunt Yan Shou Yi, not to offer themselves as sacrifices! If they failed, they wouldn't gain merit or be remembered in history; instead, they would become a laughingstock!
"Yes, don't just stand there, attack together," Yan Shou Yi said calmly. "Killing you one by one is quite tiring."
This taunt immediately sent the blood pressure of the three soaring. Miao Hua opened his mouth and shouted:
"Amitabha! Lay down your butcher's knife and immediately attain Buddhahood!!!"
A powerful force of Buddhist precepts surged into Yan Shou Yi's mind, instilling in him a strong urge.
The urge to put down the Ancestral Dragon Sword!