Duan Qingshan's voice reverberated through the entire Shaoshi Mountain. Everyone was stunned.
White Brow, Ku Chan, and Ku Jue chanted the name of Buddha in unison and bowed slightly to Nie Canghai. White Brow stepped forward and said seriously, "Since Master Duan has spoken, then Shaolin will naturally follow his wishes. War God, you and Almsgiver Pei should leave Shaolin after capturing Hong Beiming. Shaolin … has no intention of becoming enemies with the two of you."
Nie Canghai turned his head and glanced at the three monks. Then, he looked meaningfully at the Spear Saint Duan Qingshan, who was sitting beside him with a dispirited expression. He said in a deep voice, "Leave Hong Beiming's matter to Pei Feng. I won't interfere. Also, I'm a soldier. I'm only carrying out a mission. I have no grudge against Shaolin. As for Pei Feng … White Brow, this young man is arrogant and vengeful. You should talk to him yourself. "
In the Sutra Depository
Ku Wu, who was dressed in a yellow monk robe, chanted the name of Buddha. He waved his long sleeves and said slowly, "You've heard Master Duan's words. Almsgiver Hong, since Master Duan has cut off all ties with the Hong family, then Shaolin will not keep you. Please leave."
Hong Beiming's eyes were red and his face was pale. He stood there in a daze.
He had escaped into Shaolin Temple to save his life and used Duan Qingshan, his last trump card.
But who would have thought that this young Grandmaster Pei Feng would suddenly appear to seek revenge!
And this Pei Feng … was far more powerful than he had imagined — even Spear Saint Duan Qingshan was defeated by him!
He had thought that he had found a refuge, but it turned out to be a life-threatening cage …
At that moment, Hong Beiming's heart was filled with despair.
Just then, a calm voice sounded from outside. "Hong Beiming, what's wrong? Do you want me to go in and kill you, or do you want to come out and die? "
Hong Beiming's face darkened. He took a deep breath, turned around, and strode out of the Sutra Depository.
Even if he couldn't win, he still had a way to save his life.
Even if Duan Qingshan and Shaolin Temple no longer protected him, he was confident that he could escape from Shaolin Temple and shake off Pei Feng's pursuit. But … the price he had to pay was too high!
But as long as he could survive, that was more important than anything else!
As long as he was still alive, he still had a chance to start over!
Outside the Sutra Depository
Hong Beiming and Pei Feng stood facing each other, a few dozen feet apart.
The moment he stepped out of the Sutra Depository's ruined doors, a thirty feet tall blood-colored warrior enveloped Hong Beiming completely. From afar … it was as if he was wearing a giant blood-colored armor. He looked like a giant god with a vast and mighty aura!
Pei Feng took a glance at him and didn't attack immediately. Instead, he raised his head to look at First Ancestor Convent, Dharma Cave, and Dew Platform — the three sacred grounds of Shaolin Temple.
"The three from First Ancestor Nunnery, Dharma Cave, and Dew Platform, the three of you, along with Spear Sage Duan Qingshan and Sutra Pavilion Ku Wu, should be the five strongest people in the Shaolin Temple."
"Spear Sage Duan Qingshan has already been defeated by my saber. As for the four of you … I don't wish to see any of you stand up for this Hong Beiming again!"
"I'll put this out there. Hong Beiming and I, Pei Meng, are mortal enemies. Today, I must take his life to comfort the souls of my two brothers in heaven!"
At this point, he said coldly, enunciating every word, "Whoever dares to interfere in this matter will be my, Pei Meng's, enemy. I will kill them all —!"
"Pei! Don't be too arrogant! Do you really think you can kill me?! "
On the other side, Hong Beiming suddenly let out a thunderous roar. "I, Hong Beiming, am the number one Chinese grandmaster overseas. In the entire Chinese martial arts world, there are only a few people who can defeat me!
"Nie Canghai chased me from the Qiantang River all the way to Shaoshi Mountain, a distance of 1,000 kilometers! Even he couldn't kill me. What makes you think you can?!
"Young grandmaster, you appeared out of nowhere and your abilities are shocking. I admit that you are indeed very strong! Perhaps I'm really not your match, but you want to kill me? Hehe, I'm afraid you can't do it! "
"Is that so?"
Pei Feng looked at him without blinking. Suddenly, he smiled faintly and said, "How about this, Hong Beiming, I'll give you a chance.
"Today, if you can take one step out of Shaolin Temple, I'll let you live and let you leave on your own. If you can't escape Shaolin Temple's territory … needless to say, you'll definitely die. "
"Remember what you said!"
Hong Beiming's pupils shrank. He said in a low voice, "A gentleman's word?"
Pei Feng smiled without batting an eyelid. "I won't go back on my word."
As soon as the word 'chase' came out of his mouth, the blood-colored strongman instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist that filled the sky and shot toward Pei Feng!
Almost at the same time, Hong Beiming's body moved!
He did not attack Pei Feng … Instead, he flew backward at lightning speed toward the walls of Shaolin Temple in the northwest direction!
Seeing this scene, everyone was in an uproar.
No matter what, Hong Beiming was one of the three Grandmasters of Big Circle Gang. He was known as the number one Grandmaster overseas. Back in Huaxia, he was also one of the few Grandmasters in the world.
To flee at the slightest disagreement... No matter what, he was still a grandmaster of his generation. This was way too embarrassing!
He did not care about his reputation at all. All he wanted was to stay alive!
But in reality, no one knew the panic and fear in Hong Beiming's heart at this moment.
He had seen the entire battle between Pei Feng and Spear Saint Duan Qingshan.
Whether it was Pei Feng's swallowing momentum, Tu Kunlun, or his almost terrifying and unfathomable saber skills … they all made Hong Beiming's heart tremble uncontrollably.
He was really too powerful! A demon that was rarely seen in a thousand years!
He really could not understand — a mere sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man, even if he had monstrous talent that surpassed the heavens, even if he started cultivating in his mother's womb … How could he have so many magical powers that were almost on par with immortal techniques? How on earth did he cultivate his saber intent to such a high level?!
This was too unimaginable. It was simply illogical!
Ever since he came out of the Sutra Depository, he had no intention of fighting with Pei Feng. All he wanted to do was … escape!
Not only because of his deep fear of Pei Feng, but also because of the "God of War" Nie Canghai not far away, as well as the few Great Hidden Experts in Shaolin Temple who had yet to show themselves.
Nie Canghai and Pei Feng had both come for him. Those Great Hidden Experts were not sure if they were enemies or allies. It was not impossible for them to make a sudden move.
If he wanted to escape … it was not just Pei Feng that he had to get rid of. Nie Canghai was an even more terrifying existence. Nie Canghai would definitely not let him escape easily. Those Great Hidden Experts were also hidden variables!
He had considered all of this. From the moment he walked out of the Sutra Depository, he had already been preparing his secret life-saving technique — "Blood Shadow Divine Escape"!
"Blood Shadow Divine Escape" would not only consume 30 years of his cultivation, but it also required time to prepare. It could not be done in one go. So … the previous conversation was just to buy time. At this moment, there were less than ten seconds left before the "Blood Shadow Divine Escape" would be activated!
As long as he could survive these ten seconds, even if Pei Feng and Nie Canghai attacked together, even if those Great Hidden Experts suddenly intervened, they would definitely not be able to stop him!
The speed of the "Blood Shadow Divine Escape" could reach a speed of one kilometer in an instant. It was far faster than the speed of sound, reaching a terrifying level of sonic boom!
Moreover, this speed could be maintained for the time it took for a joss stick to burn. As long as he used it, even God Daluo would probably not be able to catch up to him!
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