Chapter 461 - 236: The Fall of Golden Spring Temple

Chapter 461: Chapter 236: The Fall of Golden Spring Temple

"Abbot!"

"Abbot—!"

The fall of Void completely crushed the last vestiges of will and broke the spirit of the remaining monks of Golden Spring Temple.

Not a trace of color remained on Kongjian’s face.

He took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly flashing with a near-frenzied desperation.

He didn’t choose to flee, nor did he try to cling to life.

Monk Kongjian suddenly spun around and charged ferociously toward Chen Sheng.

He would drag Chen Sheng, the main culprit, down with him!

However, while his ambition was valiant, reality was cruel.

Kongjian had already been riddled with wounds from the siege of four experts of the same rank. His aura was failing, and while his desperate final strike was ferocious, it lacked form and was easily locked onto.

The moment he moved, the glint of a saber and the shadow of a sword sealed off his path.

"Hmph, struggling in the throes of death!"

Chu Kuangfeng snorted coldly. His figure moved like lightning, blocking Kongjian’s path first. The long saber in his hand stirred up a sharp gale of Gang Qi as it chopped straight down.

On the other side, Lu Qingsong’s Sword Qi, like a green rainbow piercing the sun, arrived at the same instant.

Wangqingshan and Li Qianzhou appeared like phantoms to Kongjian’s left and right.

Fist Gang and palm winds sealed off all his room to evade.

The four mid-stage Mystic Realm experts, like four insurmountable mountains, had the furious yet undeniably weak Monk Kongjian completely cornered within a tiny space.

"Bald donkey! Did you ever imagine this day would come?!"

Chu Kuangfeng’s eyes were nearly splitting with rage, yet they also held a near-maniacal glee, the joy of imminent revenge.

He had been trapped in the Demon Suppression Tower for six years, a lightless hell, and his hatred had long since seeped into his bones.

Now, watching the upper echelons of Golden Spring Temple die one by one, seeing the despair and madness in Kongjian’s eyes, he felt the weight in his chest vanish, his thoughts clearer and more unobstructed than ever before.

Even the bottleneck in his Cultivation, which had been stagnant for so long, showed faint signs of loosening.

"You destroy my Golden Spring Temple’s lineage today... In the future... there will be retribution! In the reincarnation of the Buddha Prison, you will all be buried with us!!"

Monk Kongjian’s voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, his eyes filled with nothing but despair and overwhelming resentment.

"Retribution? HAHAHAHA!"

Chu Kuangfeng laughed wildly, his voice dripping with mockery:

"A pity you’re destined never to see that day. You will only see the gates of Golden Spring Temple crumble beneath our feet, and the blood of its monks stain this ancient monastery red!

And all of this is thanks to you!"

"Enough nonsense! Let’s end this quickly!"

Li Qianzhou had a cold and hard personality and had no patience for chatter. Before the words were even out of his mouth, he struck again.

The blood-red glint of his spear was like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, stabbing straight for Kongjian’s heart.

Chu Kuangfeng, Lu Qingsong, and Wangqingshan attacked at the same time.

In an instant, saber glints, sword shadows, Fist Gang, and palm winds closed in from all four directions, forming a devastating web of death.

Monk Kongjian, already heavily injured and a spent force, saw his Protective Buddha Light shatter like paper.

Several blossoms of blood burst from his body. He let out an indignant grunt, and his entire body, like a dead tree snapped by a gale, fell powerlessly toward the ravaged forest below.

A vicious glint flashed in Chu Kuangfeng’s eyes as his figure transformed into an afterimage and swooped down.

Though he started later, he arrived first, appearing precisely in the path of the falling Kongjian.

A hand enveloped in thick Gang Qi shot out like an iron pincer, clamping tightly around Monk Kongjian’s neck and hoisting him into the air.

Kongjian’s pupils were dilated; his lips moved slightly as if he still wanted to say something.

But Chu Kuangfeng gave him no chance.

His five fingers suddenly clenched, releasing a burst of Gang Force!

"BANG!"

With another muffled bang, Monk Kongjian’s body exploded in his grasp, turning into a sky-full of blood mist that scattered and rained down upon the ruined halls and blood-soaked grounds of Golden Spring Temple.

At this point, all the Mystic Realm experts of Golden Spring Temple—Abbot Void, First Seat Kongjian, Elder Xuan Ku...—had fallen!

And their deaths completely sealed the doom of Golden Spring Temple.

「Down below.」

The Martial Monks of Golden Spring Temple, who had been bitterly holding on with their last ounce of courage and the help of their Array, had just witnessed their Abbot and First Seat die horribly one after another, their bodies obliterated.

Their already-wavering will to fight instantly crumbled.

"The Abbot is dead!"

"The First Seat... he’s been defeated too!"

"It’s over... It’s all over!"

Cries of terror and despair spread among the monk soldiers.

With the exception of a few of the most pious and resolute Martial Monks, who, with eyes splitting in fury, roared and launched a final, suicidal counterattack, the psychological defenses of the vast majority of the monk soldiers completely collapsed.

Some dropped their weapons and tried to surrender; others fled backward in a panic. The formation fell into chaos in an instant.

However, the more chaotic they became, the faster they died.

Having lost the protection of the Array and a unified command, these routed monk soldiers were little more than lambs to the slaughter before the well-trained and bloodthirsty joint forces of the Government Office.

Saber glints and sword shadows reaped lives without mercy, and blood flowed like streams, winding down the stone steps of the mountain path.

Even when some knelt, wailed, and begged for mercy, they were still met with cold, unfeeling blades.

Before the battle, Chen Sheng’s military order—"Wash Golden Spring Temple in blood. Slay them all, regardless of age"—had already been relayed to all the troops.

At this moment, no one would show mercy, nor did they dare to.

The sounds of battle, screams of agony, the thud of blades sinking into flesh, and the crash of collapsing buildings... all interwove.

The entirety of Golden Spring Temple had already become an Asura’s slaughterhouse.

「 」

Daoist Qingxu’s expression had turned extremely grim, even faintly ashen.

The destruction of Golden Spring Temple was happening right before his eyes. It went without saying who would be next.

An intense sense of crisis compelled him to make one last effort.

Qingxu violently parried an attack from Nie Xuanfeng and retreated dozens of yards. His gaze shot anxiously toward Chen Sheng, who stood in the air nearby with his hands behind his back, calmly observing the slaughter. Gathering his True Essence, he shouted:

"Lord Chen, I implore you to quell your thunderous rage for a moment! Would you listen to what this humble Daoist has to say?!"

「 」

Chen Sheng’s gaze remained calm as he looked down upon the bloody scene below. He did not immediately respond to Daoist Qingxu’s shout, maintaining his posture of standing with his hands clasped behind his back.