Unlimited priesthood

Chapter 17 Means
A few days later, Iron Palm Mountain.

As the name suggests, the mountain is shaped like an iron palm with five majestic peaks, which is spectacular. It is the headquarters of the Iron Palm Gang, a major underworld gang.

At this moment, on the Middle Finger Peak, in the Juyi Hall.

"Is everything done?"

Chen Feihu, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, sat alone on the top chair. A middle-aged scholar stood in the hall, and more than a dozen gang leaders sat on his left and right.

"Reporting to the boss, everything has been completed!"

The middle-aged scholar, holding a feather fan, bowed slightly and reported, "Those women are tied up on the training ground, and are being guarded one by one by the brothers in the gang. They will be beheaded at the command of the gang leader."

"Ok!"

Chen Feihu responded lightly and changed his position on the tiger-head chair. He seemed a little absent-minded, and there was a hint of deep uneasiness in his eyes.

Seeing this, the middle-aged scholar said nothing, but stood quietly at the bottom of the hall, gently waving his feather fan.

After a moment of silence, someone finally couldn't hold back any longer. An old gang member stood up and said, "Boss, if we really want to be the first to speak out, that Wu Kuangtu is not someone you can easily deal with."

"Yeah yeah!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they were immediately agreed by the people around them, and more than a dozen gang leaders looked worried.

"Twenty years ago, that madman caused a bloody storm in the Central Plains. Countless martial arts masters and renowned figures died at his hands. All the gangs, factions, and sects were helpless against him. Even the Divine Constable Sect returned home in despair."

"Twenty years have passed. His martial arts skills have reached an unknown level. Within a few months of returning to the martial arts world, he has already wiped out the two major branches of the Beggars' Sect in the Central Plains. The Haisha Gang and the Yellow River Gang have even lost their headquarters, and countless members of the gangs have been killed or injured..."

"The Beggars' Sect is the largest gang in the world, but they can't do anything to him. The Shaolin Sect is the largest martial arts sect, but he has killed many of its masters. I even heard that he defeated the Formless Divine Monk, who was a top master who had cultivated Gangqi!"

"Although my Iron Palm Gang is also a big gang, I'm afraid we won't gain any advantage in a fight with such a vicious person."

"Besides, using this method, even if we win, it will still be despised by the martial arts world. There is also the Divine Constable Sect. The four great divine constables are now in Heluo. If we threaten someone's life like this, given the Divine Constable Sect's style, they will definitely settle accounts with us later."

"Boss, think twice before you act..."

The leaders looked worried, and several elders tried to persuade Chen Feihu to give up the matter.

Chen Feihu sat on the chair, listening to the conversations of the people below. He felt even more depressed and irritated, but he couldn't express it, so he could only turn his gaze and look at the middle-aged scholar.

Seeing this, the scholar was helpless, but he couldn't refuse, so he had to stand up and say, "Don't worry, leaders. The gang leader has made all preparations. If that crazy martial artist dares to set foot in Iron Palm Mountain, he will never return."

"What preparation?"

"Zhou Shuwen, stop trying to deceive people!"

"This matter concerns the life and death of our Iron Palm Gang. Gang leader, you must not listen to the words of a villain!"

"You idiot military advisor, tell me, was this your bad idea?"

Chen Feihu has been at the helm for more than 30 years. He is powerful and has great prestige. Even if he has lost his mind and done such a wrong thing, no one dares to say anything too harsh about it.

But when it comes to Zhou Shuwen, the military strategist, everyone has no such scruples. They start cursing at him and even put the blame on him.

In response, Zhou Shuwen did not refute, but lowered his head and let everyone pour out their attacks.

He knew very well that this matter would do more harm than good to the Iron Palm Gang. Regardless of whether it succeeded or not, they would be liquidated in the end, and it was very likely that the gang would be destroyed and all the members would die, leaving no trace behind.

But what can he do?

Do you really think that this idea was from the Iron Palm Gang and that Chen Feihu wanted to do this?

They were just pawns pushed out.

Not to mention him, a mere military advisor, even Chen Feihu, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang who has been at the helm for more than 30 years, and even the Beggars' Gang behind Chen Feihu, which is known as the largest gang in the world, are now helpless.

All he could do now was to stand up and share some of the pressure for Chen Feihu, so that the gang leader would remember his kindness and help him when he finally got out.

otherwise……

"All right!"

Everyone bombarded Zhou Shuwen, and then Chen Feihu spoke up to help his military advisor. "This was my idea, and it has nothing to do with Mr. Zhou. If you have any grievances, come to me."

"Big brother!"

"Gang leader!"

Everyone was also embarrassed when they heard this, and looked at Chen Feihu with puzzled eyes: "Why is this happening?"

"I have no other choice!"

Chen Feihu shook his head. "That Wu Kuangtu is acting recklessly. My Iron Palm Gang has been patient and relentless, retreating again and again, but he keeps advancing and pressing us, trying to cut off our chance of survival. So, my Iron Palm Gang has no choice but to fight him to the death."

When everyone heard this, they were silent.

A few months ago, that Wu Kuangtu returned to the underworld and repeated his old deeds. Under the pretext of upholding justice, he swept through the Qinglou gambling house and various gray industries, dealing a heavy blow to gangs like them.

If they had a choice, they would not want to provoke such a ferocious spirit.

But do they have a choice?
A gang, with so many mouths to feed, without the support of those gray industries, how can the Iron Palm Gang survive? They can't really switch to a legitimate business, right?
If this legitimate business can be switched to another one at will, would there still be so many underworld gangs doing things in an illicit way? Those seemingly legitimate businesses are not something that anyone can get involved in.

But that's too old...

Everyone was in a dilemma, but looking at Chen Feihu in the hall, they couldn't help but persuade him.

"That's true, but it shouldn't be our Iron Palm Gang that's taking the lead on this, right?"

"That's right. The Beggars' Sect is the largest gang in the world. It's only logical that they should be the ones to take the lead."

"Are they afraid of that Wu Kuangtu, or do they not want to take the blame and ruin their reputation as the world's largest gang?"

"If we can't afford to offend him, why can't we hide away? Let's leave the Central Plains first and avoid the limelight. Let the Beggars' Sect, Shaolin, and other big sects fight him. Then come back after the matter is settled."

Fear was revealed in everyone's words.

But Chen Feihu ignored him, stood up, and said sternly: "People are humble when they leave their hometown. Where can they go? Besides, we can hide for a while, but not forever. If we can't eliminate him before he becomes powerful, then we will have no choice but to flee from home forever."

"Boss..."

"I have made up my mind, no need to say more!"

Everyone wanted to speak, but Chen Feihu suppressed them and led Zhou Shuwen to the back of the hall, leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

And so, another night passed.

At noon the next day, on the training ground, in addition to the members of the Iron Palm Gang, there were also many representatives of underworld gangs, as well as more than a hundred women tied to wooden pillars in the center.

Around the training ground, members of the Iron Palm Gang and disciples from other gangs formed a siege, a tight net waiting for the real culprit to arrive.

Chen Feihu sat in the middle of the training ground with his horse and sword in his arms. He glanced at the time and then glanced down the mountain. Finding that there was still no movement, he had to grit his teeth and stand up, stimulating his dantian with strong true energy and roaring out.

"Wu Kuangtu, the time has come. Since you are unwilling to show up, don't blame me, the Iron Palm Gang, for my ruthless actions!"

The true energy surged, and the sound from the dantian was like the thundering sound of a tiger or leopard, resounding through the five peaks of the iron palm.

But there was still no response. Chen Feihu's eyes became fierce, and he said no more, and shouted directly to the front.

"Do it!"

At the command, the hundreds of Iron Palm Gang members hesitated a little, but still raised the ghost-head knives in their hands.

At this moment...

"Help, boss!"

A member of the Iron Palm Gang rushed over and rushed in front of Chen Feihu and reported: "He, he, he's here!"

"Um!?"

Chen Feihu's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly stood up and looked down the mountain. Not just him, but everyone else did the same. Turning their gaze, they saw a figure approaching with heavy steps, stepping up the bluestone steps and ascending directly to the Iron Palm Peak.

"It's him?"

"Martial Maniac?"

"Coming alone?"

Everyone's eyes were fixed, and they were confused and whispered.

Everyone on the mountain was like this, not to mention those below. That man walked like a dragon and a tiger, and seemed to have a murderous aura with him. The Iron Palm Gang members and disciples from various factions who were on guard were frightened and retreated involuntarily, allowing him to reach the top of the mountain.

Only then did his face become clear. He was still the same as before, dressed in black clothes, with dragons and snakes tangled under his clothes, tigers and leopards hidden. His eyes shot out cold stars, and his brows were filled with murderous intent. He was like a demon lord in the sky, or the Tai Sui on earth.

"this……!"

Seeing this scene, everyone was even more shocked, and Chen Feihu retreated without leaving a trace.

He is the Wu Kuangtu, the Wu Kuangtu from twenty years ago?
Why does he still look like a young man? Could it be that these twenty years have left no trace on him?
Eternal youth, such a performance...

Chen Feihu was horrified, and the others were even more frightened, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The man ignored him, carrying a bundle and stepping into the training grounds. He then said coldly, "Why don't you show up yet?"

"Bang bang bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a series of explosions. Dozens of wooden boxes placed around the training ground exploded at the same time. Figures came out from inside and formed a siege in the field. They were dozens of first-class masters with powerful and vigorous training.

Then there was another sound of breaking air, and figures came flying out from the mountains, as if they had the ability to step on the air, and landed in the field in a blink of an eye.

"This is……"

"Grandmaster of Gangqi?"

Everyone looked intently, but saw that the people entering the venue were all hiding their heads and showing their tails. Some were wearing a bamboo hat, while others had a black scarf covering their face. No one knew who they were. Only their aura was faintly visible, showing their amazing strength.

"Madman, today is the day you surrender!"

A man with disheveled white hair and a black scarf covering his face, his identity unknown, but with murderous eyes, he charged towards the newcomer fiercely.

But the visitor ignored him and just said, "Let him go!"

"Um!?"

Seeing this posture, everyone's eyes were fixed and they didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Finally, a man wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat turned to the masked man with white hair and said, "Let him go!"

The white-haired and masked man did not respond, but turned his cold gaze to Chen Feihu behind him.

Chen Feihu's eyes narrowed, as if he understood, and he was about to take action.

But don't want to...

The man shook the bag in his hand, and then saw black shadows flying out, landing on the ground and rolling around. They turned out to be more than a dozen human heads.

"this……!?"

Everyone stared at it and was immediately shocked and angry.

"Huang'er?"

"Third brother?"

"Cang Ming!"

Looking at those heads, many masked men screamed in shock and their eyes were bloodshot.

The white-haired masked man was also among them, staring at a head with red eyes, then suddenly raised his head: "How dare you kill my son?!"

"more than!"

The man responded coldly, "If you don't let me go, your entire family of twenty-eight will die with you, Lei Sanjue."

"what!!!"

The cold words and life-threatening threats were like sharp swords piercing the vital points. The white-haired and masked man roared angrily, and the unparalleled aura shattered the veil, revealing a furious and twisted face like a ferocious beast.

"this……!?"

"Lei Sanjue?"

"The Three Supreme Beggars of the Beggars' Sect?"

"It's actually him?"

Seeing his face explode, the people around him were also shocked.

He ignored it and turned around to look at the bewildered Chen Feihu, gritting his teeth and forcing out two words: "Let him go!!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Feihu suddenly came to his senses and quickly ordered his gang to release the man.

Lei Sanjue then turned around and stared at Shen He with his eyes, wishing he could eat him alive.

Not only him, more than a dozen Gangqi masters, most of them had such a look, and the rest were all silent.

The situation was at a stalemate for a while, and the atmosphere was even weirder. Most people didn't know what to do, but the disciples of the Iron Palm Gang moved quickly and untied all the more than a hundred women tied to the wooden pillars in a blink of an eye.

"Send him down the mountain!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

With just one word, without Lei Sanjue having to repeat the order, all the Iron Palm Gang disciples nodded hurriedly, helped the women up and went down the mountain.

Not only the Iron Palm Gang, but also the people from other gangs scattered like birds and beasts when they saw that the situation was not good. Most of them left in a blink of an eye, leaving only the dozen or so Gangqi masters and a group of true qi masters.

Shen He looked at these people and asked, "How long are you going to hide?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

After hearing this, everyone fell silent, not knowing how to respond.

"Amitabha!"

Finally, the Buddhist chanting began. A Gangqi master took off his bamboo hat, revealing a forehead covered with scars and a kind and peaceful face. He turned out to be an old monk with a kind face: "Donor, you are truly all-powerful!"

"Shaolin Fangzheng!"

Shen He looked at him coldly: "Fake Buddhism, this evil way is really a den of filth!"

"Amitabha!"

Despite such heartbreaking words, Fang Zheng paid no heed. He clasped his hands together and said calmly, "Buddhas have lowered brows like Bodhisattvas, and also wrathful eyes like Vajra. Your Excellency has disrupted the martial arts world and brought disaster to the martial arts community. You appear to be seeking justice, but in reality, you have become a demon. You will only bring danger to the world and suffering to the people. I have no choice but to resort to violence. If you will repent and stop committing such evil deeds, I will willingly sacrifice my life to repay this sin!"

"what!"

Upon hearing this, Shen He burst into laughter. "You're calling a horse a deer, confusing right and wrong. It's because there are too many people like you that the world is so muddled. You deserve to be killed, you deserve to be killed!"

After saying this, he clenched his fists and said no more.

"Let's go together!"

(End of this chapter)