"Xiahou Wu! Can you escape?"
The young man in the pink suit walked towards the disheveled young man with his hands in his pockets.
With a casual wave, the pebbles on the ground flew up and smashed towards Xiahou Wu.
The damage wasn't high, but the insult was extreme.
Xiahou Wu held the Little Girl in his arms, "Yue'er, Yue'er, wake up!"
The Little Girl's face was pale, her eyes filled with tears, "Brother, I hurt!"
Xiahou Wu's body trembled, and he turned his head to glare at the young man in the pink suit.
"Zhao Shuo! I've given you everything you wanted! What more do you want?"
The young man in the pink suit smiled, "Give me your sister, and I'll let you go!"
"You wish! Zhao Shuo, is your family a bunch of beasts? When your father was down and out, my father helped him rise again. Now that my father is gone, you've swallowed all of his assets, and now you want to kill both of us siblings! Do you have any conscience left?" Xiahou Wu roared.
Zhao Shuo spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and said indifferently, "Whose fault is that? It's your father's problem. If he hadn't helped my father, we wouldn't be in this situation, right? In the end, it's your father who was asking for it, wasn't it? He just had to be a good person. Did we beg him for help? Oh, it seems we did, but if we begged him, he helped? Isn't that still him asking for it? Right?"
Xiahou Wu's eyes turned bloodshot upon hearing this, "It's my father's blindness that he helped a nest of ungrateful beasts like you!"
Zhao Shuo smiled dismissively, "Isn't it just that old man, your father, who was blind! You're also a good-for-nothing. Your father left you so much family property, but you couldn't keep it, and you couldn't keep your woman either!"
As he spoke, Zhao Shuo put his arm around the waist of the woman beside him. The woman nestled coquettishly in Zhao Shuo's arms, giggling, "Husband, who is his woman! You know why I'm by his side, even if others don't, don't you?"
Xiahou Wu's eyes were filled with intense hatred, "Dog and bitch!"
The woman covered her mouth and giggled, "Husband, he says we're a dog and a bitch! He makes me so angry!"
Zhao Shuo laughed loudly, "If we're a dog and a bitch, then he's Wu Dalang! What a pity he's a Wu Dalang without Wu Song to protect him!"
Xiahou Wu lowered his head, holding his sister Xiahou Yue in his arms, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, his qi enveloped his legs, and he suddenly leaped up from the spot, trying to escape into the distance.
Zhao Shuo's narrow, triangular eyes flashed with mockery, and the corners of his thin lips curled up, "This is the place! It's a mass grave, so you'll have all these lonely spirits to keep you company when you die here! I guess I'm doing you a favor!"
Giant stones on the ground flew up, following Zhao Shuo's forward wave.
Stones pierced through the air, like a meteor shower, heading towards Xiahou Wu.
Xiahou Wu was unable to avoid them and was hit by a huge stone. The protective shield on his body, crafted from a treasure, immediately disintegrated, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, flying out and landing about ten meters away from Fang Xin.
Fang Xin stood behind the boulder, watching all of this expressionlessly.
He casually scanned Xiahou Wu with his zhilian device and suddenly his eyes lit up. Although Xiahou Wu's combat power was only at the early third level, he actually had an S-rank talent. Seeing that Xiahou Wu was now burdened with a deep blood feud, his family destroyed, and relying on his sister for survival, Fang Xin couldn't help but his eyes flicker.
The Little Monk beside him wiped his greasy lips, tidied his clothes, and took out a string of prayer beads from his bag to hang around his neck.
This half-true, half-false monk was fair-skinned with red lips and white teeth, and with this get-up, he truly exuded an otherworldly, solemn, and dignified aura.
He was like a completely different person from the Little Monk who had been furtively eating pork hocks just now.
He was still muttering, "Merit is coming!"
Miao Neng put his palms together, cleared his throat, and slowly walked out, standing in front of Xiahou Wu.
"Amitabha! My Buddha is merciful! Benefactors, please do not kill!"
Xiahou Wu, covered in blood, even at this moment, was still protecting his sister with his body. He struggled to raise his head and looked at Miao Neng, then raised his hand to grab Miao Neng's ankle, as if grasping a life-saving straw, "It's you! Master, save me!"
Zhao Shuo looked at Miao Neng with cold eyes.
"So there's a helper! You bald donkey, there's a road to heaven but you don't take it, there's no gate to hell but you come knocking!"
Miao Neng put his palms together, smiling, "Benefactor, you are mistaken. This Monk is a member of Buddhism. Heaven and we are not in the same system. Even if they have a road, This Monk cannot take it!"
Zhao Shuo's shoulders shook with a cackling laugh, "Damn it, you're quite humorous, aren't you!"
Giant stones and branches in the wilderness flew up. Zhao Shuo's eyes were sinister, "Bald donkey! Get out of my way!"
Fang Xin stood behind the boulder. This Zhao Shuo was a third-level mid-stage combatant with object manipulation talent.
Among the group of people behind him, there was also a fifth-level expert. Although his aura was well-hidden, he couldn't escape Fang Xin's perception talent.
And this half-true, half-false Little Monk was a third-level peak combatant.
Fang Xin was curious what this Little Monk could do to challenge so many people.
The boulders and tree trunks, guided by Zhao Shuo, all smashed towards the Little Monk.
The Little Monk still looked the same. He took out a candlestick from his bag, blew gently, and the candlestick glowed brightly.
The light spread out, forming a protective shield that enveloped Miao Neng and the Xiahou Wu siblings.
The flying boulders and tree trunks were all blocked outside.
Zhao Shuo's eyes flashed fiercely, "Damn it! Get him!"
A burly man behind him pressed his hands on the ground, and a pair of huge earthen hands rose from the earth, gripping Miao Neng and the two siblings.
But in the next second, cracks appeared in the earthen hands, and light spilled out from within. Miao Neng, enveloped in candlelight, was as warm and beautiful as jade, with a solemn and dignified appearance.
"All benefactors, do no evil, practice all good. Those who constantly do good, even if fortune has not arrived, misfortune is already far away. Those who do not do good, even if misfortune has not arrived, fortune is already far away."
Killing intent erupted from Zhao Shuo's narrow eyes, "Good my ass! I hate you bald donkeys the most! Kill him for me!"
The boulder in front of Fang Xin swayed and rose from the ground.
Under Zhao Shuo's guidance, it flew towards Miao Neng's direction.
Before the boulder rose from the ground, Fang Xin had already flashed to the other side to continue observing the battle.
Miao Neng still looked the same, "Benefactor, lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!"
Zhao Shuo grinned menacingly and flashed towards Miao Neng, "Stinky monk! You go become a Buddha! Grandpa isn't playing along!"
The giant stones smashed down towards Miao Neng with a roar.
The protective shield was on the verge of collapsing, and Zhao Shuo laughed wildly.
Fang Xin's gaze suddenly sharpened, fixed on Miao Neng.
Miao Neng suddenly took a deep breath, and his body suddenly grew taller. The originally slender, fair-skinned, and handsome monk with red lips and white teeth instantly transformed into a fierce, muscular man, his combat power soaring from level three to level four.
"Damn you, you bastard! You turtle son can't understand human words, you just have to make your grandpa do it, don't you! Grandpa will let you experience the profound and weighty mysteries of Buddhist martial arts today!"
Miao Neng took out a treasure from his personal bag; upon closer inspection, it was a golden brick, with the character "Virtue" (virtue) written in dazzling golden light on it.
With a flash of golden light, Miao Neng charged out, hitting one person after another with the brick, each hit demonstrating "subduing with virtue"!
In a few dazzling flashes of golden light, Miao Neng had already reached Zhao Shuo, his eyes wide with fury, like an unmoving King of Wisdom, and he smashed the brick down fiercely.
Zhao Shuo's head was immediately smashed open, and blood gushed out.
Miao Neng took the brick and gave him two more heavy blows, hitting him with what could only be called "subduing with virtue."
After exhaling, Miao Neng stepped on Zhao Shuo, put his palms together, "Buddhist Iron Arm Skill! My apologies!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, a fierce wind howled, and the man with five-level combat power from afar had already reached Miao Neng. His body was covered in a layer of snake scales, his eyes were also dark yellow vertical pupils, and a snake tail extended more than two meters from his coccyx. The moment he appeared, he struck Miao Neng's chest with a palm.
Miao Neng was hit, his upper body leaning back, his legs entangled by the snake tail, and he couldn't help but fall backward.
Zhao Shuo rubbed his head and stood up from the ground, kicking Miao Neng, "My apologies my ass!"
Miao Neng held his head with both hands, "Benefactor! Benefactor! A gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands or feet! This Monk knows he was wrong! Please don't hit me first, let's talk this over!"
Zhao Shuo covered his blood-soaked head and kicked him again, "Shut up! I'm going to kill you, you damn bald donkey, today!"
Miao Neng held his shiny bald head, getting beaten while looking left and right, his face full of confusion, wondering where Fang Xin had gone.
Zhao Shuo raised his hand and beckoned, and a stone flew over. Zhao Shuo held the stone with both hands, about to smash it hard against Miao Neng's head.
Miao Neng quickly shouted, "I am the abbot of Xuankong Temple's personal disciple! If you dare to kill me! You won't have a good time!"
Zhao Shuo's eyes flashed fiercely, "Even if you are the Buddha's personal disciple, if you provoke me, you still deserve to die!"
His wrist was seized by the fifth-level expert, "Young Master, Xuankong Temple is not to be trifled with!"
Zhao Shuo's expression was grim, "Then what do we do? We can't just let him go, can we?"
The fifth-level snake-scaled man still shook his head firmly, "Cannot kill!"
Zhao Shuo turned and threw the stone in his hand towards Xiahou Wu.
Xiahou Wu was struck, blood flowing profusely, his pupils dilated, and the Little Girl in his arms was snatched away by Zhao Shuo.
Zhao Shuo lifted the Little Girl high, head down, about to smash her to the ground to vent his anger.
A sudden gust of wind rose.
Zhao Shuo only felt his hand lighten, and the Little Girl was nowhere to be seen.
He looked around warily and saw a dark figure standing not far away. His subordinates gathered around. Zhao Shuo stared at the dark figure, "Who are you!"
"I'm your dad!"
Zhao Shuo's eyes were fierce, and shattered stones flew towards the dark figure, the air cutting sharp sounds as they passed.
Fang Xin tilted his head slightly, and the shattered stones brushed past his ear.
Mutated fireflies flew up, their cool light illuminating Fang Xin's face.
After Zhao Shuo saw Fang Xin's young face, his murderous intent was undeniable. He said in a deep voice, "Uncle Tan, Xiahou Yue cannot be taken away! I'm very angry right now. This Monk cannot be killed, but this bastard who popped up can be killed, right!"
The snake-scaled man's dark yellow vertical pupils stared at Fang Xin.
Xiahou Wu weakly called out, "Please take my sister and escape!"
Miao Neng also shouted, "Brother, run quickly! Don't worry about This Monk!"
The snake-scaled man moved incredibly fast, flashing to within two meters of Fang Xin.
His amber vertical pupils stared at Fang Xin, and he bared his fangs, his snake-like tongue flicking out to lick his lips.
"Trying to run? Did I agree?"