Chapter 72

Wang Yue and Murong Bo had a deep-seated grudge, so it was naturally impossible for him to hand Murong Bo over to Xiao Feng. Moreover, Xiao Feng's current strength might not be a match for Murong Bo.

Murong Fu said to Murong Bo, "Father, if we are to leave, we will leave together! I will not go alone. Although Wang Yue is powerful, we might not be his match, but if we join forces, we might stand a chance."

Murong Fu glanced at the surrounding martial artists. If they really were no match for Wang Yue, he would use the Northern冥Ming Power to absorb their true qi, increasing his strength. At that point, even Wang Yue would not be a threat.

"Wang Yue, if you want to kill my father, you must get past me first," Murong Fu said, standing in front of Murong Bo.

Wang Yue sneered, "A defeated opponent. Murong Fu, I must say, your luck is truly good. Every time I see you, you manage to escape for various reasons. Last time in the Deaf and Mute Valley, if it weren't for Yuyan's plea, you would already be dead at my hands. Now you still dare to speak so arrogantly. After I kill Murong Bo, I will deal with you. Today, I want to see who can save you!"

Wang Yue said to Xiao Feng, Xuzhu, and others, "Brother Xiao, Little Master Xuzhu, and even Young Master Duan, and even Senior Xiao Yuan Shan, now is the time to repay your debts and settle your scores. Take action. Ha ha..."

Xiao Yuan Shan was shocked; he did not expect Wang Yue to recognize him.

Xiao Yuan Shan pulled down his mask, revealing a very aged appearance with grayish-white hair and beard. His face was identical to Xiao Feng's.

Xiao Feng looked at Xiao Yuan Shan in shock and called out, "Father."

Xiao Yuan Shan nodded and said, "Feng'er."

Wang Yue sneered, "Take your time to catch up. I am about to take action. Murong Bo, prepare to die!"

Wang Yue's movements were like an illusion. In a few steps, he threw a punch. The speed was so fast that it created an optical illusion, as if Wang Yue could teleport.

"Canon Hammer!"

The power in Wang Yue's fist erupted, causing the surrounding air to collapse, and a massive explosion of force attacked Murong Bo.

This punch's power had already exceeded the limits a grandmaster could withstand.

If Murong Bo were hit by this punch, his body would be shattered, and he would be left with no remains.

"Father, be careful!"

Murong Fu and Murong Bo simultaneously struck out, hoping to block Wang Yue's attack.

"Boom!"

Together, they barely managed to block Wang Yue's punch.

Everyone felt a loud explosion in their heads.

Murong Bo and Murong Fu were thrown back by the powerful punch.

"Ah..."

Murong Fu and Murong Bo fell to the ground, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. Both of them had their true qi scattered, their blood and qi fluctuating, and their strength could not be gathered. Their internal organs were also shaken, and they were already injured internally.

"Hmph, both of you together?" Wang Yue said with disdain. "Murong Fu, the gap in our strength is too great. Even if there were ten of you, you would still die at my hands."

Wang Yue was now on the verge of becoming a Dan Power martial artist, and his cultivation was already on par with a grandmaster.

Murong Fu was in better shape, having practiced internal boxing, with a strong body and abundant blood and qi, so his injuries were not severe. However, Murong Bo was in a much worse state.

Everyone looked at Wang Yue with shock and fear.

Wang Yue's martial arts were too powerful and too brutal.

Murong Fu and Murong Bo, both top-tier experts in the world, could not even withstand one of Wang Yue's attacks.

Wang Yue took a step toward Murong Bo but did not immediately kill him. He wanted Murong Bo to feel the fear of death. Wang Yue hated Murong Bo to the bone, as he had killed the village manager and Wang Shan for the formula.

Several times, Wang Yue had visited Wang Shan's home and seen his wife crying with her child in her arms.

As the village chief, Wang Yue felt he had failed to protect the villagers.

"Father," Murong Fu shouted loudly, "Wang Yue, if you dare to kill my father, I will never let you off!"

Wang Yue laughed, "Murong Fu, you can't even save yourself, and you still want to save your father? Threatening me, you really are funny. Take care of yourself."

Murong Bo shouted at Murong Fu, "Fur, go! Get out of here quickly!"

Wang Yue laughed, "You can't escape. Today, you will all die. Murong Bo, when you killed the village manager and my brother Wang Shan, did you think about today's outcome? Die!"

Wang Yue's face changed, and his killing intent grew stronger as he threw a punch.

All the martial artists knew that Murong Bo was doomed. Such a powerful punch, he could not avoid.

Xiao Feng no longer harbored any hatred toward Murong Bo, only pity. Getting on Wang Yue's bad side was truly courting death.

Wang Yue's martial arts were so terrifying that even Xiao Feng felt chills. One person killing tens of thousands of Liao soldiers was something no ordinary person could do.

Abbot Xuanci closed his eyes and muttered, "Amitabha."

Murong Fu shouted in grief, "Father!"

Just as everyone thought Murong Bo was certain to die, a Buddhist chant sounded.

"Amitabha."

A thousand meters around, the space was filled with Buddhist chants, and a powerful mental force protected Murong Bo.

"Boom!"

Wang Yue's fatal punch was blocked by this powerful mental force.

Wang Yue was pushed back a few steps, his arm slightly numb, and he frowned, shouting, "Venerable monk, Murong Bo is a wicked and evil person, deserving of death! Do you really want to protect him?"

A golden light flashed, and a patched old monk appeared in front of Wang Yue. He had a wrinkled face, long white eyebrows, and no aura of a martial artist, looking like a servant in Shaolin Temple.

"Young Hero Wang Yue, when you can spare someone, do so. Murong the old layman is already severely injured and has no ability to resist. Let him go. This old monk will take him into Shaolin Temple and ensure he never leaves, so he will not harm the world again," the monk said, clasping his hands together.

The appearance of the monk caused a stir among everyone.

The heroes all thought that the strongest martial artist in Shaolin Temple was Abbot Xuanci, but they did not expect there to be a super expert, a grandmaster, hidden in Shaolin Temple.

Wang Yue was already terrifying in everyone's eyes, but now he had been pushed back by this old monk. What kind of strength was this?

These people did not know that there were such powerful experts in the world.

...

Li Qiushui saw the monk and exclaimed, "It's him? He is still alive."

Wang Yuyan asked curiously, "Grandma, who is he? Why are you so surprised?"

Li Qiushui whispered, "Don't speak rashly. This is a true holy monk, with divine martial arts. Even if Wang Yue and Xuzhu join forces, they are no match for him."

Xiao Huan was不服 (unconvinced). In her mind, Wang Yue was the strongest, but now a stronger expert had appeared, and she was not happy.

"Hmph, so what if this old monk is powerful? He is so old. The village chief is still young and will definitely be stronger than him in the future!" Xiao Huan pouted.

...

Wang Yue laughed, "Venerable monk, although the Buddha saves people, do you really want to save someone like Murong Bo? Thirty-two years ago, Murong Bo spread false information, leading the leader of the Song martial artists to attack the Xiao family at Yanmen Pass, causing the Xiao family to be destroyed. Because Xiao Yuan Shan was a Liao noble, Murong Bo did this to incite war between Liao and Song, to profit and fulfill his dream of restoring the Yan Dynasty."

"In these thirty years, hundreds of Song martial artists have died at the hands of Murong Bo, and some recent murders in the martial world were also committed by him. Venerable monk, do you really want to save such a person?"

Wang Yue stared at Murong Bo and sneered, "Murong Bo, these are all your deeds, right? I haven't wronged you."

Murong Bo raged, "Yes, it was me. As a descendant of the Yan royal family, wanting to restore the country, what is wrong with that? But I have no power, no army, and no money. How can I restore the country? Only if Liao and Song go to war will there be a chance for Yan. But heaven is blind and does not favor the Murong family. I have been working for thirty years and have achieved nothing. Wang Yue, don't pretend to be a good person here. You have killed tens of thousands of Liao soldiers, more than I have. What right do you have to lecture me?"

Wang Yue laughed, "Murong Bo, I, Wang Yue, have never claimed to be a hero or a good person. Your family's desire to restore the country and incite war between Liao and Song has nothing to do with me. If you want to rebel, the government and the Six-Fan Gate will deal with you. I am just a commoner and do not care about national affairs. But you should not have killed the village manager and my brother Wang Shan. I, Wang Yue, will avenge my family. No matter where you go, I will kill you!"

Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuan Shan stared at Murong Bo, their eyes filled with killing intent.

Xiao Yuan Shan roared, "Murong old villain, the one who caused my family to be destroyed is you! Young Hero Wang Yue is right. Even the Buddha cannot save you today. Feng'er, this Murong Bo is the one who killed your mother and separated our family. Today, we will join forces to kill him, even if the holy monk of Shaolin Temple tries to stop us."

Xiao Feng stared at Murong Bo and said coldly, "Father, rest assured, I will not let Murong Bo escape today, even if it costs me my life."

Murong Fu walked to Murong Bo's side and said to Xiao Feng, "Xiao Feng, you Liao person, what a big mouth, wanting to kill my father? What a joke. As long as I, Murong Fu, am here, you will not succeed."

Xiao Feng was not Wang Yue. In a one-on-one fight, Murong Fu was not afraid of Xiao Feng.

Wang Yue looked at the monk and said, "Venerable monk, you see, Murong Bo has become a public enemy. No one can save him. If you save him today, you will be the enemy of all the heroes and the Song Dynasty."

Wang Yue took a step forward, ready to strike Murong Bo again.

The monk chanted, "Amitabha."

A powerful mental force field blocked Wang Yue.

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