Killing Monks

In the battle in the bamboo forest that day, Chief Constable Qi was forced to retreat by Guangyuan's crazy fighting style of breaking through on the spot.

Upon returning, he immediately mobilized his connections to thoroughly investigate the background of "Lixiang" and quickly identified Guangyuan, the traitorous monk from Jinjia Temple.

Just then, Huiming, the head of the Discipline Hall of Jinjia Temple, was searching with his fellow disciples for the whereabouts of Guangyuan, who had murdered his uncle and fled the temple.

Both sides shared the same goal and quickly reached an agreement.

The meticulous constable knew that Guangyuan was cunning and unpredictable. To ensure a safe outcome, he specially sought out Kongxing, a monk from Jingang Temple who had long-standing ties with Jinjia Temple and was famous for his tracking and capture skills, to assist him.

The three of them joined forces and followed every clue they could find, finally cornering Guangyuan and Lufei in this desolate mountain valley!

Before Huiming finished speaking, he took a step forward, his figure like an angry Vajra, his right fist clenched, and he came straight at him without any fancy moves!

As the fist was thrown, a deep and powerful lion's roar could be heard accompanying it, the fist wind was as solid as iron, and the aura was fierce.

It is the signature martial art of Jinjia Temple, the "Great Lion's Roar Fist"!

This punch, though seemingly straightforward, actually contained an aura that enveloped all directions, carrying a suppressive force, aiming to capture Guangyuan in one fell swoop!

"Well done!"

A fierce glint flashed in Guangyuan's eyes. Without dodging or avoiding, the jet-black true energy of the "Karma Subduing Demon Technique" within his body, carrying a violent aura, roared into action. He also exhaled and opened his mouth, throwing a punch to meet the attack!

The same "Lion's Roar" from "The Great Lion's Roar Fist"!

The punches were equally fierce, and the roars were equally intimidating.

But Huiming's fist was upright and powerful, like the wrath of a Buddhist lion king, using the boundless power of Buddhism to suppress evil spirits.

Guangyuan's fist, however, was dark and violent, like a ferocious beast roaring as it broke free of its shackles, filled with a rebellious and destructive will.

The same move, but completely different understanding, produces completely different effects!

"boom--!!!"

Their fists clashed head-on without any fancy moves!

A dull, thunderous roar exploded, and a violent shockwave suddenly spread out from the two of them, blowing sand and gravel flying everywhere and almost extinguishing the campfire!

Guangyuan felt an unimaginable, immense force, mixed with pure and vast Buddhist true energy far exceeding his own level, surging towards his fist like a burst dam!

His body was filled with dark true energy, which he frantically resisted, but he was still defeated step by step, and he took seven or eight steps back.

Every step I took left a deep crater in the ground; a sweet taste rose in my throat, and I almost vomited blood.

"A master from the Realm of Colors!" Guangyuan's heart sank, and he instantly understood.

Grandmaster Huiming had already broken through the shackles of the Desire Realm and stepped into the higher realm of the Form Realm!

His inner strength was so pure and profound, and his true energy so refined and powerful, that it was far beyond what someone like him, who was still in the realm of hearing in the desire realm, could compare to.

A difference of one level is like an insurmountable chasm!

"Hmph! Back in the temple, I was careless for a moment and you, you wretched creature, harmed my nephew, Nengzhi!" Huiming's anger intensified when he saw that he had knocked Guangyuan back with a single punch, and his beard and hair stood on end.

"Today, we will surely capture you and bring you back to the temple, where you will be severely punished according to the law to uphold the monastic rules! Submit to the law!"

He pressed his advantage relentlessly, advancing further and unleashing another punch!

With this punch, the roar of the lion became even louder, and the golden energy of the punch, condensed into a tangible substance, seemed to transform into a real golden lion, opening its huge mouth to devour and suppress Guangyuan!

After tracking him for many days, he was filled with anger and resentment at the trampling of temple rules. Now he was going all out to achieve his goal!

Faced with the full force of this master of the realm of color, Guangyuan's blood and qi were still churning. In his haste, he could only barely muster the remaining true qi, cross his arms in front of his chest, and take the punch head-on.

"Bang--!!!"

The golden fist energy slammed solidly into Guangyuan's arms!

The protective black aura shattered instantly, and the bones creaked under the strain.

Guangyuan was struck head-on by a charging elephant. He was sent flying backward, arcing through the air, and crashed heavily against the mountain wall several meters away before rolling to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and excruciating pain swept through his entire body. His vision blurred, and he could no longer suppress the urge to vomit blood.

The most disheartening thing in the martial arts world is being completely crushed by an opponent whose strength far surpasses one's own, making any struggle seem futile.

Whether you are right or wrong, whether you have a valid point or not.

Lu Fei was also struck on the shoulder by his strictest "father," Chief Constable Qi, and with a muffled groan, he staggered and fell beside Guang Yuan.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, looked at the equally disheveled Guangyuan, and forced a bitter smile that was more like a grimace:

"You bald monk... It seems we're really done for this time, there's no escape."

"not necessarily!"

Despite the excruciating pain throughout his body, Guangyuan braced himself with his left hand on the ground while his right hand suddenly reached into his robes and pulled out the octagonal bronze mirror, which was wrapped in thick cloth and covered with mud.

He moved swiftly, quickly unfurling the cloth and flicking his wrist, causing the damp, cold dirt on the mirror to fall away, revealing a bronze mirror surface that gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

Upon seeing this, Lu Fei's expression changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost. He practically scrambled around, turning his head away and squeezing his eyes shut.

Guangyuan, without hesitation, suddenly raised the cleaned mirror, facing Huiming, Qi Butou, and the monk Konghe from Jingang Temple who were closing in step by step!

The cold, metallic bronze mirror, in the desolate night, resembled a silent and eerie eye.

"You wretched creature! You're about to die, what tricks do you still need?!" Huiming was even angrier when he saw that Guangyuan did not surrender but instead took out a strange bronze mirror. He shouted angrily.

But as the head of the discipline, he was cautious in his actions, and his steps involuntarily slowed down, his sharp gaze unconsciously falling on the mirror.

Just then, the moon, which had been hidden by thin clouds, quietly peeked out.

The clear, cool moonlight fell silently, and some of it landed on the slightly tilted bronze mirror in Guangyuan's hand.

hum!

The mirror seemed to tremble very slightly, but instead of reflecting the alluring golden light of day, it transformed the moonlight into a cooler halo that gently spread out, just enough to cover the vision of the three people in front of it.

Huiming, Qi Butou, and Kongxing almost simultaneously saw their own reflections clearly in the hazy, clear light of the mirror.

No, it's not just a reflection.

For a moment, Qi Butou was in a daze and saw his elder brother Hao Dan and his sworn brother Zuo Qiantang.

"You..." Chief Constable Qi looked at his two brothers, whom he hadn't seen for many years, and couldn't help but take another look.

This is a regret in his heart.

Back then, they, along with their sworn brother Hao Dan and sworn brother Zuo Qiantang, were all constables in Tanhua County.

They were full of passion and their first priority was to eliminate evil and maintain order.

However, the officialdom was darker than they imagined. At the time, he did not understand that to be a good person in the underworld, one had to be more cunning and scheming than the bad people.

Therefore, of the three constables, only he became the extraordinary constable, while his sworn brothers had already lost their families and their souls scattered.