Chapter 463 - 236: The Destruction of Golden Spring Temple

Chapter 463: Chapter 236: The Destruction of Golden Spring Temple

Daoist Qingxu hastily denied it, but the implication in his tone was unmistakable:

"I am merely... explaining the potential situation to you, Sir. I implore you to reconsider!"

"It doesn’t matter."

Chen Sheng suddenly chuckled, but his smile held no warmth.

"I have never been swayed by threats. Since I dared to act, I have the conviction to bear any consequence. Celestial Dragon Temple, Dragon Tiger Mountain... if they want to come, then let them come."

As his voice fell, Chen Sheng didn’t spare another glance at Daoist Qingxu’s suddenly pale face. He slowly raised his right hand and, facing the people of Qingfeng Temple, gave it a gentle wave.

"Kill."

"Everyone in Qingfeng Temple. Leave no one alive."

"Chen Sheng! You...!"

Daoist Qingxu’s pupils shrank abruptly. He never would have imagined that Chen Sheng’s killing intent was so absolute.

Before Daoist Qingxu could finish, Chu Kuangfeng, who could no longer contain himself, let out a fierce roar.

The long saber in his hand transformed into a bolt of blade energy that ripped through the sky, taking the lead as it slashed down at Daoist Qingxu’s head.

To him, Chen Sheng was not just his savior, but also the guide who would help him attain his vengeance. He executed Chen Sheng’s command without a shred of hesitation, feeling only a grim satisfaction.

Chu Kuangfeng’s move was the signal.

Lu Qingsong’s sword sang a clear note, Wangqingshan’s Fist Gang was like a mountain, Li Qianzhou’s spear struck like a dragon, and Nie Xuanfeng...

Five great Profound Mastery experts, from different directions, instantly formed a deadly encirclement around Daoist Qingxu!

Daoist Qingxu’s heart went cold.

He knew that all hope for a peaceful resolution was utterly shattered.

The great battle reignited!

But this time, the situation was completely different from before.

Previously, Nie Xuanfeng had fought Qingxu alone. While he had managed to hold his ground and keep him occupied, he was ultimately at a slight disadvantage.

But now, with the addition of Chu Kuangfeng and the other three—all powerful, murderous experts at the peak of the mid-stage Profound Mastery realm—the tables had instantly turned.

With Nie Xuanfeng—the most experienced in combat and with the highest Cultivation—acting as the core of the frontal assault, the other four, including Chu Kuangfeng, harassed his flanks or sealed his escape routes. Their coordination wasn’t exactly perfect.

But relying on their absolute advantage in numbers and strength, they completely suppressed Daoist Qingxu the moment they engaged.

Daoist Qingxu’s strength was formidable, no weaker than Monk Kongxu’s. His Daoist Skills were exquisite; as he brandished his Duster, a vast gale of energy roared, and talismans flickered in and out of existence.

But two fists are no match for four hands, let alone the coordinated assault of five experts of the same level.

He was hard-pressed and struggling to cope, his situation fraught with peril.

His heart seethed with shock, anger, and an overwhelming sense of frustration.

’Escape?’

The auras of the five intertwined like a net, locking him firmly in the center of the battle. Breaking out was nearly impossible.

’Fight to the death?’

A look at Monk Kongxu’s fate was enough to know that against such an absolute disparity in strength, and with the enemy fully prepared, even a last-ditch counterattack before death would be futile.

’Surrender and beg for mercy?’

The enemy wouldn’t even accept it.

In just a few dozen breaths, Daoist Qingxu was already injured.

Below, the plight of the Qingfeng Temple disciples had taken a sharp turn for the worse, pushing them to the brink of annihilation.

They had only brought six hundred elites to provide support in the first place. After the losses sustained from fighting alongside the warrior monks of Golden Spring Temple, they were already down by nearly two hundred men.

Now, facing a sudden, all-out assault from the government’s allied forces, they were caught completely off guard. Their formation collapsed, and they were subjected to a one-sided slaughter.

Defeat and destruction were only moments away.

As for Qingfeng Temple’s other two elders, Liang Jingxing and Wu Chengfeng, their frustration and despair had reached a peak.

They were already at a disadvantage, the two of them fighting against three, and were barely holding on. They had been clinging to the hope that their Temple Master could reach a compromise with Chen Sheng, leaving them a sliver of a chance to survive.

Who would have thought that Chen Sheng would be so ruthless and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

From the moment they decided to join forces with Golden Spring Temple, the two sides were already locked in a battle to the death.

Bai Qing, joining forces with the Iron Sword Sect elder and the Wang Clan Elders, pressed their advantage. With a single palm strike, she wounded Liang Jingxing, who seized the opportunity to turn and flee without hesitation.

He had just received a mental transmission from the Temple Master, telling him to quickly relay a message back to Qingfeng Temple: abandon the sect’s mountain gate immediately and flee Ning’an.

Thus, Liang Jingxing now bore a heavy responsibility.

However, he wanted to leave, but Chen Sheng wasn’t about to give him the chance.

Liang Jingxing had just used a Secret Technique to create some distance. But when he turned, he found Chen Sheng had already appeared in front of him, a faint smile on his face.

"Elder Liang, where might you be going?"

Liang Jingxing’s pupils shrank. He turned, wanting to flee.

But in the next instant, raging scarlet flames ignited all around him, completely engulfing him.

An expert at the peak of the Profound Mastery realm like Monk Kongxu could barely manage to hold back the Yin Fire. But a Cultivator at the initial stage of Profound Mastery, like Liang Jingxing, stood no chance against its divine might.

In just a few moments, his entire being was enveloped and consumed by the scarlet Yin Fire.

Faced with Elder Liang, a man he had dealt with before and even shared a slight acquaintance with, Chen Sheng showed no mercy. With a mere raise of his hand, he had made him follow in Monk Kongxu’s footsteps.

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