The viscous soup slowly dripped down his cheek.
The old monk froze in place, his face filled with disbelief.
He... the Chief of the Discipline hospital of Baosha Temple, was actually splashed with a bowl of leftover soup by a junior, right in front of so many people?
More than the shock of being humiliated, what truly rattled his mind was the opponent's strength.
Although the opponent's sudden move played a part.
It was undeniable that he truly failed to react in time.
If that bowl of soup had been replaced by something else that could cause harm... the thought alone intensified the fear in his heart.
Impossible... absolutely impossible!
When he entered the Core Formation Realm, this girl was probably still a fetus!
How could she possess such terrifying strength?!
"How dare you insult my Master?!"
The Young Monk behind the old monk erupted in fury, his eyes wide open.
He didn't know the intricacies involved; he only knew that this woman lacked martial virtue and used such despicable means to launch a sneak attack.
"Silence."
The old monk interrupted coldly, forcefully suppressing the anger in his heart, and said with a fake smile, "Commander Jiang, do you truly intend to fight Baosha Temple to the death?!"
"Fight to the death?"
Jiang Yuechu smiled chillingly.
"You dare threaten an imperial official in front of so many people? Even if I execute you today, what can be done?"
"You!!!"
By this point, how could he not understand!
This girl came here specifically for him today!
Jiang Yuechu glanced sideways at the few people behind her and said calmly, "You take the people back first. I will handle things here."
As soon as she said this, a hint of worry flashed across Liu Ke's face.
"My Lady, this person is the Chief of Baosha Temple after all. You alone..."
Before he could finish, a large, plump hand heavily slapped his shoulder.
"Benefactors, let's go."
No Abstinence grinned, "Although the Demon Suppression Division's prison food can't compare to Fuyun Tower's, it's filling."
Chen Tong sneered, kicking one person in the back of the knee. The latter cried out in agony and immediately knelt on the ground.
The rest of the Demon Suppression Guardss rushed forward like wolves and tigers, twisting the arms of these pampered gentry behind their backs and chaining them together.
Qian Hong's face was ashen. He allowed the cold iron chain to lock his wrists, only casting a desperate glance at the old monk.
It's over.
It's truly over.
The Great Master seemed unable to save himself... Qian Shaoyou was shoved along by the Demon Suppression Guardss. When he passed Jiang Yuechu, he paused, his lips trembling, seemingly wanting to say something.
But when he met her cold and indifferent eyes, all his words were stuck in his throat.
In just a moment.
The previously crowded and magnificent hall was now empty.
Only the mess on the floor remained, along with the three figures locked in a tense standoff.
"..."
The old monk slowly exhaled. "this poor monk has Cultivated for nearly a hundred years and believes he has seen a few astonishingly talented juniors, but I must say, someone like you... is truly the first I have ever encountered."
Jiang Yuechu sneered, too lazy to say more.
Clang—
The saber was drawn from its sheath.
The cold blade pointed directly at the old monk's glabella.
"Come."
The next instant.
The floor beneath their feet exploded simultaneously!
The old monk shot out abruptly, spreading his arms. His body twisted into an extremely strange posture.
His four limbs spread wide, his head shook and bobbed. In an instant, he seemed to have grown four arms and two heads!
Five Wrathful Hands!
One of Baosha Temple's ultimate sect-guarding techniques, it involves visualizing the wrathful forms of the Five Great Vajras and making them his own.
Once deployed, palm winds, fist winds, finger winds, and elbow winds all arrive simultaneously, like a fierce storm, penetrating everywhere!
At the same moment.
Jiang Yuechu charged forward fiercely, completely ignoring the opponent's attacks. Her long saber flipped in mid-air, executing a horizontal slash aimed straight at the old monk's face.
Swish—
A flash of saber light illuminated the building!
The old monk's pupils suddenly constricted.
His Five Wrathful Hands focused on using chaotic attacks to disturb the opponent's mind.
Making them flustered and revealing their own weaknesses.
Yet, this girl in front of him completely disregarded the palm winds and fist force coming from all directions, attacking only his central body!
This was a fighting style of trading injuries for injuries, and life for life!
Is she crazy?!
The old monk was shocked and enraged, but he had no choice but to forcefully withdraw his attack.
He crossed his arms and brought them up in front of him, meeting the downward slash head-on!
Clang—!!!
The instant the blade met his arm, the sound produced was that of metal clashing.
Immense force traveled from the blade.
He slid backward several yards uncontrollably, only managing to steady himself after smashing through an Eight Immortals Table.
He lowered his head and looked at his arm.
His kasaya was already torn, revealing the bronze-colored skin underneath.
A shallow white mark appeared on his forearm.
Forgetting Dust's pupils suddenly contracted.
He had entered the Core Formation Realm many years ago, and backed by a major sect like Baosha Temple, the Cultivation Technique he practiced was naturally incomparable to ordinary, unorthodox methods.
Besides the Precious Temple's ultimate technique, the Five Wrathful Hands, since he was young, he had primarily Cultivated a half-step Body Tempering skill called the Four Noble Truths Golden Body.
The reason it was half-step Body Tempering was that true Body Tempering Cultivation Techniques were all obscure, difficult to comprehend, and slow in progress.
Its method of Cultivation emphasizes cultivating both internal and external aspects, tempering the tendons, bones, skin, and muscles while also refining the five viscera and six bowels. It cannot be mastered without great perseverance and great Opportunity.
Thus, there was this clever method, the Four Noble Truths Golden Body.
This method abandoned the tempering of the torso and viscera, which were the most difficult to Cultivate, focusing instead on the head and four limbs.
Although it was only half-step Body Tempering, once mastered, the four limbs would be like divine weapons, and the head comparable to fine steel.
Relying on this ultimate technique, Forgetting Dust had run rampant across the Region for many years.
Even among those in the same realm, few could gain an advantage over him.
This was one source of his confidence.
But now... his Physical Body, which he was proud of and which could withstand divine weapons, was actually marked with a white scratch by a single slash from a young girl?
Just how terrifying was the opponent's strength?
Jiang Yuechu was expressionless. She looked at the saber in her hand, which already showed fine cracks, and frowned slightly.
She hadn't noticed it before.
But now, facing an opponent in the same realm with a formidable Physical Body, the standard-issue saber provided by the Demon Suppression Division was still lacking.
Blood Flesh Demonic Armor... no.
Although only she and the opponent were present, and today was a fight to the death, they were still within the Liangzhou Prefecture.
Not to mention, she had already informed Wei He about this matter early on.
Perhaps Wei He was already watching this place from the shadows.
Thinking of this, she slashed down with another strike.
Clang—!!!
A giant sound, even more grating than before.
Crack... The saber reflected in the old monk's pupils shattered the moment of impact.
A wave of joy surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "At such a young age, not only have you entered Core Formation, but you possess such terrifying strength. You are truly a stunning talent!"
He slowly lowered his arms. A deeper white mark had appeared on them.
But he didn't care at all.
"Too bad. Without a weapon, how can you, little girl, block my pair of iron arms?"
Before his voice faded!
The old monk roared and stomped heavily on the ground.
"Die!!!"