The exquisite game required a lot of energy and time. Every time he placed a piece, he had plenty of time. Even if he stopped for a few hours, Master Xuan Kong would not mind. In fact, if he logged off during the game, he would only show the player sitting quietly in front of the table. Once he logged back in, he could continue playing.
No one could disturb him while he was in Master Xuan Kong's house!
Right from the start, Happy had wanted to use the unique situation in the temple to stall for time and avoid the emperor's birthday with the imperial court's tribute. Right then, he did not have the confidence to clear the exquisite Go game. Naturally, he could only continue helping the white tiger prolong its feeble existence and try his best to prolong the time before he lost.
Happy competed against the exquisite Go game for half a day.
He did not know that while he stayed in the temple, the sky outside had already turned bright. The wind howled, and blood rained down like a storm!
Flags belonging to different sects and groups formed by themselves surrounded the dilapidated temple hundreds of feet away. More than one hundred corpses were strewn all over the ground sixty-five feet away from the temple.
Monk Zhi Heng protected the door of the small temple like a towering mountain. He placed his palms together and simply allowed the countless arrows and hidden weapons to rain down on him from all directions. His body moved in a small area like a phantom, and the countless arrows and hidden weapons all missed their target.
"Get lost!"
Once he noticed that someone had seized the chance to get close to the temple, no matter where that person was, he would immediately turn from an Arhat, who was as still as a mountain, into the most cold-blooded and merciless Wisdom King. With just one move, he would kill the person who tried to invade the temple.
"Divine Hundred Steps Fist!"
A group of people dressed in white scholarly clothes stood 328 feet away from the temple with their swords in their hands. After watching for a while, solemn expressions appeared on their faces.
One of them said, "It's a high-tier martial art in Mystical Realm. Its damage is astonishing, and it contains the profound secret of hitting an ox through the air. Unless you have a high-tier body fortification technique and decent equipment, no one will be able to block it." He stopped talking for a moment, and when he looked at Monk Zhi Heng, his gaze became incredibly complicated. "Also, the damage of Divine Hundred Steps Fist is different depending on the realm of the user. When the user's realm reaches the peak, he can easily kill anyone within one hundred steps."
When they heard this, the people in the area sucked in sharp breaths.
Based on how Monk Zhi Heng had easily taken away the players behind the temple, even if he had not reached the peak of Divine Hundred Steps Fist, he was not far from it.
"I wonder which brat was so lucky. Not only did he obtain the tribute, he even triggered the temple's quest and received the protection of the NPC …"
Many players sighed softly when they saw the glowing red dot on the map in their hands.
"It's said that it's been a long time. I think this kid knows that we're outside, so he's purposely staying inside and not coming out. He's planning to leave after the emperor's birthday."
"Once the time is up, even if we kill him, we won't be able to get any more tributes." As the group spoke, they turned their attention back to Monk Zhi Heng, who was standing in front of the temple!
If Monk Zhi Heng had not used his strength to establish an indestructible image, the group of people would have charged over immediately!
The other group of people not too far away slowly turned from their initial gloominess to indifference because of the stalemate. They also sighed in their hearts that they were lucky.
They were the first small gangs to learn that there was a tribute in the small temple on Mount Song.
Since there were only a few of them, when they received the news by chance, they did not believe that there would be such a good thing waiting for them. They even thought themselves clever and spread the news to the sects outside Shaolin Temple, who had fought to the death for a brocade box.
In the end …
Some of the people among them could no longer stand the torture, and they lacked a way to leave. When they heard the news, they brought their people into the mountain without hesitation.
The strongest sects continued to defend their positions. They fought madly all the way up the stairs outside Shaolin Temple to fight for the ownership of the brocade box. They did everything they could and risked their lives!
The group of people who had switched to fight soon discovered that the news that there was a tribute in the small temple on Mount Song was real!
The group of people who had originally given up on fighting for the tribute burned with even greater passion and fighting spirit. Aside from a handful of sects whose strength had been greatly reduced, most of the sects mobilized their forces madly. While they tried to invade the small temple without regard for their own safety, they gathered their forces together to fight for the unexpected discovery.
In the beginning, they invaded the temple madly without regard for anything, but when they continuously tossed corpses outside the temple, their actions gradually calmed down.
In less than half a day, at least two hundred players died outside the temple. They died in Monk Zhi Heng's hands.
Now!
A large group of archers from more than ten sects surrounded the small temple. Even when they attacked at full strength, they still could not pose any threat to Monk Zhi Heng. They still could not shake him in the slightest.
The group of people became discouraged!
But there were even more people who could not accept this.
"It's not like we don't have a way to break out of this place. After all, the monk is alone …"
A Daoist priest with a tall crown walked over and suggested.
"All of our clans and sects will attack together! As long as we can trap the monk, the others can enter the temple. No matter who gets the brocade box first, we can decide who is stronger after we snatch it out of the temple! What do you think?! "
This suggestion was soon agreed to by the leaders of the sects.
…
A storm raged in the temple.
Dozens of people from various sects formed a suicide squad. They held their weapons and activated their qi realms. They solemnly and carefully opened up a pocket formation to get closer to Zhi Heng.
"…"
Zhi Heng seemed to have sensed an even more solemn and dangerous presence coming from all directions. Before they could get too close, a cold, emotionless look instantly flashed in his calm eyes under the cold ring scar.
The cold killing intent in his eyes and his awe-inspiring face, which was like that of King Zhi Heng, caused an invisible presence to spread through the area and suppress the players around him!
This gaze instantly caused the players to explode.
Their hearts trembled. "Attack!" "HAH!" The group of people roared as they bolstered their courage, and at the same time, they leaped up fearlessly towards Zhi Heng.
More than one hundred Blessed Realm players attacked at the same time, and their momentum was mighty. At first glance, it was very astonishing!
Soon, Monk Zhi Heng noticed the danger once the players closed in on him.
It was difficult for two hands to fight against four hands.
Right then, he had to face hundreds of fists and kicks. No matter how fast he was, it would be difficult for him to kill all of them within a short period of time.
In the blink of an eye, Zhi Heng was completely submerged by the players who had intentionally surrounded him. He was surrounded heavily, and it was difficult for him to break out.
"It's time!"
"Attack!"
The eyes of the people at the periphery sparkled. Even more people did not wait for the others to give their orders. They impatiently jumped up and used their fastest speed to rush to the walls of the temple.
Thud, thud, thud, thud …
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Flying on Grass, Floating on Water, Chasing Cicada in Eight Steps, and Soaring Clouds! The lightness skills of various sects and clans became the greatest advantage in the competition. Countless sounds of air being pushed aside rose, and the situation outside the temple instantly became even more chaotic.
Hundreds of people ran madly.
They were so fast that they were less than thirty-two feet away from the walls.
The temple was about to be invaded by an innumerable number of players.
Suddenly, a furious roar that shook the forest erupted from the crowd that was surrounded by more than one hundred players!
"ROAR!"
The powerful lion's roar formed yellow ripples that could be seen with the naked eye in the air. The more than one hundred players in the area were the first to be affected. They felt as if they had crashed into an iron wall. They coughed up blood and were sent flying in the air, revealing Monk Zhi Heng, who was murderous and continuously releasing Gold Rending Lion's Roar!
"ROAR!"
The sound waves from the lion's roar swept up the fallen leaves, dust, and even corpses on the ground. They spread out at an astonishing speed.
The group of people who were close to the temple felt as if they had been struck by lightning before they could touch the walls. They could no longer maintain their qi, and they fell to the ground like birds that had been shot down from the sky.
Monk Zhi Heng ignored the players who had been heavily injured by the sound waves and were rolling on the ground as if they were nothing. He spread his arms in anger and roared nonstop. The violent sound waves plowed through the area outside the temple again and again, and he did not show any signs of stopping.
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