As soon as Kṣitigarbha finished speaking, the other old monks present were stunned. Obviously, they knew that Ye Xuan would never let the Little Thunderclap Temple off just based on his style of doing things.
Moreover, thirteen members of the Underworld had died in their hands. This was an unsolvable situation.
Dong — dong — dong.
Eighty-one bells rang in the Little Thunderclap Temple. A golden light shrouded the Little Thunderclap Temple, and the sound of Buddhist chanting could be heard from all directions.
On this day, the Demon Subduing Golden Pestle finally appeared. All the monks of the Little Thunderclap Temple were on standby, ready to welcome Ye Xuan's arrival. They knew that this was a battle that concerned the survival of the Little Thunderclap Temple.
…
Strange beasts ran amok in the vast land. Floating corpses could be seen from time to time in the wilderness, being torn apart by strange beasts.
The wind and sand filled the sky. Ye Xuan's expression was unperturbed as he walked forward against the wind and sand. Behind him were dozens of members of the Underworld. Their faces were filled with cold murderous intent.
The strange beasts howled and fled pathetically.
There was no need for Ye Xuan to make a move. Just the murderous aura released by the members of the Underworld was enough to make these strange beasts flee in all directions. Clearly, these strange beasts could also sense that this group of humans was not to be trifled with.
"Sir, the Little Thunderclap Temple is just ten miles ahead. Should we kill our way there?" Gu Beichen asked in a low voice, unable to suppress the murderous aura in his eyes.
"Ha!"
Ye Xuan's lips curled into a cruel sneer. He looked at the Little Thunderclap Temple in the distance and said in a strange and cold voice, "Interesting. I didn't expect that the Little Thunderclap Temple still has a spiritual weapon left in this world."
Ye Xuan took a step forward and suddenly disappeared from Gu Beichen and the others' sight. Gu Beichen's expression changed as he quickly called out to Jun Ting and the members of the Underworld to speed up and rush towards the Little Thunderclap Temple.
Little Thunderclap Temple.
The temple's doors were wide open. A large number of monks were holding sticks and waiting for battle. However, everyone's faces were slightly pale because they knew what kind of terrifying existence they were about to face.
Wu wu wu!
Yellow sand blew across the sky as a slender figure walked out of the sandstorm. His jet-black hair fluttered in the wind as his black ancient robes rustled. Although there was no aura around him, it was as if a towering mountain was pressing down on them. It made the monks feel as if they could not catch their breath.
Tap — tap — tap.
Ye Xuan slowly walked over until he stood in front of the Small Thunderclap Temple. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I have to say, your Little Thunderclap Temple sure has guts for daring to kill someone from my Underworld."
Ye Xuan's voice was calm, but it reverberated in the sandstorm. When he opened and closed his eyes, a sinister light flashed past, causing the monks guarding the entrance of the temple to unconsciously retreat.
"Amitabha, good indeed."
A loud Buddhist chant was heard, causing the monks to stop retreating. They quietly tightened their grip on the sticks in their hands.
"Divine King Ye's fame is unparalleled. Today, you've graced our Little Thunderclap Temple with your presence. Divine King Ye, please enter the temple for a chat."
Old Monk Pudu's sorrowful voice came from the temple, causing the monks guarding the entrance to make way for him.
At that moment!
Ye Xuan smiled as he strolled into the Little Thunderclap Temple. The monks on both sides lowered their eyes. It was obvious that Ye Xuan's notoriety was too terrifying. Coming into contact with him at such a close distance made the monks tremble in fear.
In the temple's courtyard.
With Pudu in the lead, four old monks stood behind him. They were putting their palms together and muttering the Demon Subduing Scripture. The deafening Buddhist chant echoed in the void in all directions.
Buzz!
The void exploded and ripples spread.
Ye Xuan took a step forward. The ground under his feet cracked like a spider web, extending all the way to the feet of the old monks, causing their chanting to stop abruptly.
"Amitabha!"
"Divine King Ye, as the saying goes, one should spare people wherever possible. Our Little Thunderclap Temple has never offended you, yet you've been forcing us. Don't you think you've gone too far?" Old Monk Pudu said sorrowfully. His posture was neither servile nor overbearing, and his face bloomed with compassion.
"Heh!"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth. He looked at Old Monk Pudu indifferently and said in a cold voice, "Old bald donkey, you dared to kill members of the Underworld and imprison my subordinates. If you don't give me an explanation today, I'm afraid your temple, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will be destroyed."
Old Monk Puzhi took a step forward. His face was flushed red as he roared loudly, "It was your Underworld who wanted to destroy our Little Thunderclap Temple first. You even wanted to steal our secret cultivation scriptures. We had no choice but to kill you to protect ourselves."
"Ye Xuan, don't go too far."
"Go too far?"
Ye Xuan smiled. He really smiled, but it was a cruel smile. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked around at the old monks. His voice was malicious as he said, "You're right. I've gone too far, but what can you do about it?"
"If I want to kill you, you'll have to obediently let me kill you. Those who dare to resist will be going against me, Ye Xuan. As for the consequences of going against me, Ye Xuan, I'll let you know what it means to wish you were dead."
As Ye Xuan's voice fell, the old monks' faces turned ashen. Their eyes were filled with rage as they looked at Ye Xuan.
"Ye Xuan, you devil. Not only did you order your subordinates to destroy our Little Thunderclap Temple, but you're also being so rude and unreasonable. You're even talking nonsense in our temple. Do you really think our Little Thunderclap Temple is easy to bully?" Old Monk Puzhi roared loudly. His body was overflowing with Buddha's Light. It was obvious that he was extremely angry.
"Haha!"
Ye Xuan laughed wildly. His eyes were malicious and cold as he said, "What a joke. You're really a joke."
"In this world, there's only the strong and the weak. Where does right and wrong come from?"
"You don't even understand this. This so-called Little Thunderclap Temple has been standing in the Divine Prefecture for thousands of years. Isn't that a joke?"
"Remember, because I'm stronger than you, you're not even comparable to dogs in front of me. You can only be reduced to livestock. If I want to slaughter livestock, do I have to reason with livestock?"
"What a sharp-tongued devil. Today, even if I die in your hands, I'll subdue the devil and kill you right here and now."
Old Monk Puhang roared loudly. He put his palms together and kept chanting sutras. His body was emitting a terrifying Buddha's Light, causing his monk robe to flutter. He suddenly raised his Buddha's Light hands and violently slapped toward Ye Xuan.
"You're just an ant. You don't know the power of heaven. Die!"
Ye Xuan said cruelly. When he took a step forward, the earth shook violently. The ground under his feet instantly collapsed, and he suddenly appeared in front of Old Monk Puhang.
Without waiting for the old monk to make a move, Ye Xuan smiled cruelly. His terrifying Blood Palm directly slapped the old monk's head.
Bang!
The Buddha's Light was annihilated, and the old monk's body exploded. Old Monk Puhang did not even have the chance to make a move. He was directly turned into a bloody mist and was killed by Ye Xuan.
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