Killing Monks

After the handsome man steadied himself, his expression turned serious. He pointed to the top of the woods where the sound came from and said in a low, urgent voice:

"Also, those two people chasing us from above... they're the ones who were trying to kill me!"

"They are elders of the 'Miantian Sect,' skilled in martial arts and ruthless in their methods! You two gentlemen, please leave quickly, lest you be implicated!"

The newcomers were all middle-aged and had wiry, strong builds.

They were dressed in a sharp white outfit, with intricate and eerie patterns embroidered in silver thread on the collar and cuffs, resembling neither clouds nor mist, exuding a sense of mystery.

Their faces were stern, their cheekbones slightly high, and their eyes sharp as hawks, exuding a sense of oppressive power as they swept their gaze across the room.

Their eyes quickly swept over the "handsome man," and after confirming that he was safe and sound, their anxiety quickly subsided.

They turned like raptors eyeing their prey, fixing their gazes on Guangyuan and Lufei standing to the side, their bodies radiating undisguised vigilance and murderous intent.

"Holy Son! Are you alright?" one of the middle-aged men, with fair skin and a short beard, asked.

His tone sounded concerned, but upon closer examination, it lacked the deference one would expect from a "holy son."

"You're being too...mischievous. How can you be so willful, making your subordinates search for you everywhere."

Upon hearing this, the "handsome man" showed obvious disgust and impatience on his exquisitely beautiful face.

He stepped forward, his voice still pleasant, but now tinged with anger: "How many times have I said it! I am not your holy son!"

"Stop bothering me! Otherwise... otherwise don't blame me for being impolite!"

Another middle-aged man, with slightly darker skin and a more sinister look in his eyes, chimed in, his voice flat and emotionless: "Why should the Holy Son belittle himself?"

"Now that you have mastered the supreme divine skill personally taught by the old leader, you are the future leader of my 'Mitian Sect' lineage. It is only natural to honor you as the 'Holy Son'."

"Please come with us back to the altar to take charge of the overall situation."

"Nonsense!" The handsome man's cheeks flushed slightly with anger. "My master never said he was the leader of any 'Miantian Sect'!"

"He just saw that I had a special physique and taught me a set of martial arts techniques to strengthen my body and help me travel the martial arts world!"

"If you hadn't feigned closeness and gained my trust, how could I have fallen victim to your schemes and been...?"

As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and his aura changed abruptly!

"boom!"

A surge of powerful true energy erupted from his frail body without warning!

The surrounding air seemed to tremble slightly, and dust rose from the ground.

He cracked his knuckles, his eyes sharpening: "Hmph! You think you can keep me under control with those low-down pressure point techniques?"

"I've already opened up all my acupoints!"

Sensing this sudden burst of peculiar true energy, the fair-skinned middle-aged protector's eyes lit up, and his face revealed an uncontrollable excitement and greed:

"The Body of God!"

"As expected, it is the 'Divine Body' secretly passed down by the old cult leader! I never imagined that the Holy Son, at such a young age, would have already received such a true teaching!"

The black-faced protector nodded in agreement, his tone resolute: "Indeed! The Divine Body is the supreme scripture of our sect!"

"Once you master the basics, you can subtly shift meridians and acupoints, greatly reducing the effectiveness of ordinary acupressure and pulse-blocking techniques. You can gradually reach a state of immunity to all poisons and warding off all evil!"

"It is truly a blessing for our sect that our Holy Son possesses such divine protection!"

"What 'Divine Body'?!" The handsome man was almost amused by their self-talk and rolled his eyes helplessly!

"My master clearly said this is called 'Strengthening the Body and Improving Health Exercises'!"

"It's just a basic method for strengthening muscles and bones and improving physical fitness! Can you please stop giving other people's martial arts names so randomly?!"

On the side, Guangyuan and Lufei had already stepped back a few steps, found a clean rock and squatted down, watching this "forced recognition of the holy son" drama with great interest.

After listening to these few sentences of dialogue, I basically understood what was going on.

This exceptionally handsome man, because he learned a seemingly ordinary but potentially extraordinary martial art taught by his master, was identified by the people of this so-called "Mitian Sect" as the successor of the "Old Sect Leader," and they insisted on taking him back to be their so-called "Holy Son" and future sect leader.

They had tricked me before; I finally managed to break free of the pressure points and hide in a tree, but then I fell down...

"The Mitian Sect?" Guangyuan asked Lu Fei in a low voice, "Have you heard of it? What's its background?"

Lu Fei frowned and thought for a moment, still chewing on dry rations, and mumbled, "Mitian Sect... that name sounds familiar, I think I've heard someone mention it somewhere before."

"It seems to be... a small sect in some remote part of the west? I don't know the specifics, but it's not well-known, so it's probably not a top-tier force."

Clearly, Lu Fei knew very little about the "Mitian Sect" and had only a vague impression of it.

But that didn't stop them from continuing to squat on the sidelines, acting as proper bystanders, and watching how this drama would end.

As soon as Guangyuan finished speaking, the two elders of the Mitian Sect could no longer restrain themselves and attacked the handsome man from the left and right at the same time!

Although the handsome man was good-looking and slender, he was a completely different person when he got into a fight!

His movements were swift and agile, seemingly light, yet every step he took was steady and powerful.

Facing the attack from both sides, he swiftly moved his palms, his moves seemingly simple and unadorned, yet containing a powerful and majestic inner energy. Each palm strike was accompanied by a hazy yet pure white halo, with the faint sound of wind and thunder accompanying it.

Its solemn atmosphere gives people a sense of sacredness and inviolability.

No wonder he is called the "Holy Son".

In contrast, the two elders of the Mitian Sect used completely different techniques.

Their movements were unpredictable, their attacks were cunning and ruthless, and their palms, fingers, claws, and fists were ever-changing, carrying a sinister and ghostly aura. Every move was aimed at vital points, and they were extremely vicious.

The fair-skinned elder's palm strike carried a bone-chilling coldness, while the dark-faced elder's claw technique exuded a sweet, fishy smell, clearly indicating that they both practiced poisonous or unorthodox martial arts.

The three fought fiercely, their inner energy surging, creating a powerful wind that caused the surrounding grass and trees to bend low and dust to fly.

The handsome man fought two opponents alone, yet he was not at a disadvantage at all. On the contrary, his holy white light subtly suppressed the opponent's eerie ghostly aura.

Guangyuan and Lufei felt a powerful sense of oppression coming towards them, and had to retreat several feet again to avoid being affected.

"What a brilliant move, 'The Hand of God'! The Holy Son has indeed mastered the essence of divine skill!"

Elder Baijing dodged the handsome man's palm strike, his eyes burning with even greater greed, yet he loudly praised him.

"What 'God's Hand'! This is the 'Basic Palm Technique' taught by my master!" The handsome man's eyebrows shot up in anger, and his palm strikes became even more urgent.

"God's Leg! Brilliant!"

The black-faced elder barely dodged a fierce kick, and was also amazed.

"That's the 'sweeping leg' from 'Basic Leg Techniques'! Can you guys please stop giving it random names?!"

The handsome man was practically going crazy, unleashing a barrage of leg techniques like a raging storm.