An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

then.

It hit his arms.

"Pfft!"

That wasn't the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh.

That's even more...

A massive hammer weighing tens of thousands of pounds smashed down on a pile of fresh, tender pork.

Bones, flesh, and veins were instantly crushed into a blurry mass of flesh by that unreasonable and terrifying force!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A mournful, inhuman howl rose into the sky, tearing apart the night sky above Zhongnan Mountain.

Qiu Chuji's two arms disappeared from his shoulders.

No, it's not a break.

It has been "annihilated".

Blood gushed out like a fountain from his empty shoulder sockets, instantly staining his Taoist robe red.

Excruciating pain!

The excruciating pain, indescribable in words, burned wildly in every nerve ending of his body, like a red-hot branding iron!

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, his body convulsing in excruciating pain.

The Big Dipper Formation collapsed on its own without being attacked.

The other six stood frozen in place, as if they had been immobilized, their bodies ice-cold.

died.

That was the only thought left in their minds.

Senior Brother...

died?

No, he's not dead yet.

Qiu Chuji was still rolling on the ground, letting out a wild beast's howl.

He wanted to get up, to escape this devil.

But having lost both arms, he couldn't even do the simplest thing like getting up; he could only writhe futilely in the pool of blood like a maggot.

Lin Ye slowly stepped forward.

With each step he took, a shallow footprint was left on the ground.

He carried the massive, black sword behind him with one hand, its heavy blade carving a deep, straight furrow in the gravel-strewn ground.

"Shh...shh...shh..."

That sound, the footsteps of death, struck the heart of everyone.

The heroes and outlaws at the foot of the mountain were completely dumbfounded.

That's Qiu Chuji!

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen, including the Immortal Changchun!

A top figure in the martial arts world whose every stomp of his foot can make the entire martial arts community tremble!

That's it...

In a single encounter, both arms were crippled?

What the hell is this martial art?

What kind of monster is this?!

Fear, like a plague, spread wildly among the people.

Some of the more timid ones had already gone weak in the knees and collapsed to the ground, a foul stench emanating from their crotches.

Many others, however, held their weapons so tightly that their hands trembled like leaves in the autumn wind.

They watched the black-clad youth approach Qiu Chuji step by step, as if he were a living demon god who had crawled out of the deepest hell.

Guo Jing stood at the front of the crowd, his face deathly pale.

His broad hands were clenched into fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

"This...this..."

He wanted to say something, to condemn Lin Ye's cruelty and brutality.

But the words just wouldn't come out.

The scene before him was beyond his comprehension and overturned his understanding of the word "martial arts".

That's not martial arts.

That was pure, absolute, and all-crushing power!

Huang Rong, who was standing beside him, had already turned pale and was tightly gripping Guo Jing's sleeve, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

"Brother Jing... he... he's not human... he's a madman!"

Lin Ye stopped in front of Qiu Chuji.

He looked down at the old Taoist priest struggling in a pool of blood, his eyes devoid of emotion.

It's like watching an ant that you accidentally stepped on and crushed.

Qiu Chuji felt the shadow cast overhead.

He struggled to lift his head, his face, now covered in blood, devoid of any of its previous arrogance and authority.

All that remained was resentment and...pleading.

Yes, begging.

His eyes, bloodshot and red, were fixed on Lin Ye, his lips moving silently.

Don't kill me.

Don't kill me.

Please...

The once mighty Changchun Zhenren now only wants to live like a dog.

dignity?

The lineage of Taoism?

In the face of absolute death, nothing matters.

Lin Ye's gaze finally changed.

That is……

disgust.

I saw a particularly disgusting insect.

He didn't even bother to utter a single word, but simply slowly raised the massive, black sword.

There was no cold glint on the sword's edge, only a darkness large enough to devour everything.

"stop!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, resounded at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain!

Guo Jing could no longer tolerate it.

The chivalry and anger in his heart finally overwhelmed the fear that came from the depths of his soul.

He took a step forward, his burly body like a moving mountain, blocking Qiu Chuji's path.

"Lin Ye! Master Qiu has already been defeated! Why did you still resort to such a cruel act!"

His eyes were wide open, his beard and hair stood on end, and a powerful sense of righteousness rose to the sky.

"He was once your teacher! A teacher for a day is a father for life! How is your behavior any different from that of a beast who betrays his teacher and ancestors!"

Lin Ye's raised sword stopped in mid-air.

He finally shifted his gaze from Qiu Chuji to Guo Jing's face.

That gaze was calm, so calm it was unsettling.

The sword is aimed at Guo Jing.

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist chant drifted over.

The voice was not loud, but it carried a strange soothing power, slightly easing the almost solidified murderous atmosphere in the mountains and fields.

On the other side of the crowd, an old monk wearing an old kasaya clasped his hands together and nodded slightly in Lin Ye's direction.

Master Yideng.

Standing beside him were his four disciples: fisherman, woodcutter, farmer, and scholar.

Master Yideng's gaze was complex and difficult to understand.

He looked at Lin Ye, but he wasn't really looking at Lin Ye.

His gaze pierced through the bloodshed before him, seeing something deeper.

That was pure, unadulterated...destructive power.

This power has transcended the scope of "martial arts" and is closer to some of the most fundamental laws of the universe.

His "One-Finger Divine Skill" was perfected to the extreme, brimming with vitality and capable of saving lives.

Lin Ye's power, however, went to the other extreme.

It is absolute death, utter silence.

cause and effect.

These two words came to mind for Master Yideng.

The Quanzhen Sect oppressed people in every way, sowing the seeds of evil.

Today, Lin Ye's bloody massacre at the mountain gate has yielded terrible results.

The cycle of heaven, the retribution is unhappy.

But this retribution is far too severe.

He sighed softly, but did not step forward like Guo Jing.

He knew he couldn't stop it.

It's not that I don't want to do it, it's that I can't.

In a corner of the crowd, a tall Tibetan monk stared intently at Lin Ye with gleaming eyes.

He was dressed in a dazzling red and yellow robe, with a huge string of Buddhist beads around his neck; he was none other than the Mongolian National Preceptor, the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

The disciples behind him were all ashen-faced, and their hands holding the golden wheel were trembling slightly.

Only he showed no fear; instead, his eyes burned with an almost fanatical flame!

powerful!

too strong!

This is true power!

Wasn't this the highest level of martial arts that he pursued throughout his life?

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms? The Heart-Rending Palm?

Compared to the divine and demonic power before them, it was like child's play!

He stared intently at the jet-black greatsword in Lin Ye's hand, then glanced at the two smooth, mirror-like shoulder sockets on the ground.

His brain was working frantically, trying to decipher the principle behind that move.

Is it sword energy?

No, no sword energy could possibly cause such a bizarre "annihilation" effect.

Is it external martial arts?

Even more impossible! What kind of supernatural power could reduce a person's flesh and blood, along with their bones and meridians, to nothingness?

He couldn't figure it out.

He just couldn't understand it!

This incomprehensible power gave him a long-lost sense of dread, and... excitement.

Such a figure is actually hidden in the martial arts world of the Central Plains!

He originally thought that Guo Jing and Yang Guo were the pinnacle of this world.

Seeing this today, I realize I'm just a frog in a well.

Suddenly, he turned his head to a disciple beside him who was so frightened he was almost paralyzed, and said in a deep voice, a tone tinged with shock and regret:

"This boy is named Lin Ye, and he was originally a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect."

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the deathly silence of the mountains.

The surrounding martial arts practitioners all heard it.

What?

Is this demon god... a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect?

Ignoring the astonishment of those around him, the Golden Wheel Dharma King continued speaking, his voice filled with deep incomprehension and sarcasm.

"To possess a treasure is a crime? No, that's stupidity! The greatest stupidity in the world!"

He shook his head, as if he were watching a huge joke.

"Possessing such divine skills and wielding such world-destroying power! The Quanzhen Sect has actually driven this prodigy to a dead end!"

"These old Taoist priests, spouting righteousness and morality, can't even see through the most basic human nature! What is it that they'd rather be enemies with such a person than let him leave the sect?!"

"Why!"

"Why can't the Quanzhen Sect tolerate him?!"

He practically shouted the last sentence.

This question, like a heavy hammer, struck everyone's heart.

especially……

The Six Masters of Quanzhen.

Ma Yu, Tan Chuduan, Liu Chuxuan, and others trembled violently, their faces turning as white as paper in an instant.

yes……

Why?

They stared at the young man, dressed in black as ink and wielding a sword like a demon.

He then looked at the eldest brother on the ground, writhing in a pool of blood, no longer recognizable as a human.

A bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

What exactly did they do wrong?