Zhang Changhuai stood in the main hall with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming with killing intent.
He had never been humiliated like this before.
The Blood Sun Sect was revived in his hands, developing from a small and almost extinct sect to its current state. Although it was not obvious, it was already a top-notch sect in the martial world.
The Blood Sun Sect's tentacles were spread everywhere, almost everywhere. His eyes and ears were sharp, and he knew everything in the world. He also knew about the Great Mercy Temple's Demon Subduing Hall, and through it, he found a way to counter Buddhism.
Therefore, many of the Blood Sun Sect's disciples became monks. Some even crippled their own sect's martial arts and converted to Buddhism. From there, they understood Buddhism's martial arts and absorbed the essence of Buddhism's martial arts. They strived to create a martial art that combined both Buddhism and Devil Sects to compete with the Demon Subduing Palace.
Although the idea was good, it was not something that could be done in a short period of time. He had not made much progress, but it was very beneficial to the Blood Sun Sect's martial arts. As the sect master of the Blood Sun Sect, his Blood Sun Divine Art had been cultivated to perfection, and he was almost immortal.
He never thought he would be threatened by a young boy, and he felt a fatal sense of danger.
A moment later, twelve elders floated over like twelve floating cotton, standing silently in front of him and cupping their fists. They were motionless like statues, as if they were one with heaven and earth.
Zhang Changhuai glanced at them and cupped his fists. "Thank you, elders!"
"No need to be so polite, sect master, just tell us!" A withered elder said calmly. "Who do you want to deal with?"
"Demon Subduing Hall Master, Monk Ding Ru!" Zhang Changhuai said.
The withered elder frowned. "The Demon Subduing Hall is opening again?"
"Yes!" Zhang Changhuai scoffed.
The withered elder said, "Every time the Demon Subduing Hall opens, there will be a storm of blood. It's good to kill him, but sect master must be careful. The Demon Subduing Hall Master is not so easy to kill, most of them die when their lifespans come to an end."
"We must change this rule," Zhang Changhuai said coldly. "Let him die early!"
The withered elder hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "Sect master must open the formation, and with the help of treasures, there is hope!"
Zhang Changhuai scoffed. "I will open the formation, but there is no need for treasures, it is useless to him … Elders, have you met the previous Demon Subduing Hall Master?"
"No." The withered old man shook his head and said, "However, there are records of the Demon Subduing Hall in the sect's secret scrolls. Their Demon Subduing Seal is extremely sinister and terrifying. If one's cultivation is on the same level, there's no way one can block it."
Zhang Changhuai said, "His cultivation is very strong, stronger than the elders."
"Then it will be troublesome." The withered old man frowned and said with a solemn expression.
Another old man said solemnly, "Use your life to fill it up!"
"You're right!" The withered old man slowly nodded. "His current cultivation is already higher than ours, so we definitely can't hesitate. The Demon Subduing Palace Lord only has a hundred years of lifespan left, but his madness is extremely terrifying. Within these hundred years, he will advance by leaps and bounds, advancing a thousand miles in a single day. We must eliminate him as soon as possible, or else there will be endless troubles in the future."
"Elders …" Zhang Changhuai hesitated.
These twelve Elders could be considered the most powerful force in the Blood Sun Sect. They were never used lightly, and would only be used in times like this. Losing even one of them would be a great loss. They were the Blood Sun Sect's stabilizing force.
Exchanging their lives for Chu Li's? He was hesitant.
"Sect Leader, it's decided!" The withered old man said. "Lure him here. Once he appears, Sect Leader will immediately activate the formation, and we'll eliminate him inside the formation!"
"… Alright." Zhang Changhuai thought for a moment, then slowly nodded.
He definitely wouldn't allow Chu Li to live any longer. The threat he posed to himself was too great. After thinking about it, although the Elders were important, compared to his own life, he still had to sacrifice them.
He was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed.
"Sect Leader?" the withered old man asked.
Zhang Changhuai said coldly, "This bald donkey Ding Ru is truly sinister. He killed our Blood Sun Sect's disciples again!"
"How did he find our disciples?" the withered old man frowned. "It's more important to figure this out first."
"It doesn't matter, as long as we eliminate him," Zhang Changhuai said.
"That's true." The withered old man said, "Eliminate him. No matter how powerful his martial arts are, it won't matter anymore. Sect Leader, quickly lure him here. We'll be careful and not let him discover us."
"Alright." Zhang Changhuai nodded.
He disappeared in a flash, and the next moment, he appeared in front of a magnificent temple.
At this time, the sizable temple was already filled with the smell of blood, as if it had been bathed in blood. The muffled "bang bang" sounds that came from inside were incessant, making one's heart tremble.
Among the muffled sounds, there were angry roars and chanting of Buddha.
Zhang Changhuai scoffed coldly. "Stop!"
The next moment, he appeared in the temple and saw more than fifty monks collapsed in front of the basilica. There were still three monks attacking a young monk in a gray robe like mad tigers. It was Chu Li.
"Ding Ru!" Zhang Changhuai scoffed angrily, and fiercely struck out with his palm.
"Boom!" His palm energy collided with Chu Li's Demon Suppression Seal, causing an earth-shattering sound.
Zhang Changhuai took a step back and saw Chu Li standing firmly in place with a faint smile.
"Ding Ru, how dare you go back on your word!" Zhang Changhuai suppressed his surging blood and said coldly, "And you're still a monk!"
Chu Li said slowly, "What do you mean by that?"
As he spoke, his hands did not stop and once again sent two young monks flying. These two young monks' palms were crimson red, and they rushed forward without a care for their own safety. They did not care about their lives at all, and their eyes were blood-red with killing intent.
"I promised you to find Miss Zhou. Why don't you wait? Instead, you continue to kill!" Zhang Changhuai scoffed angrily. "Looks like you don't want to see Miss Zhou!"
Chu Li said lightly, "I want to see the one with the surname Zhou. As for the people, I want to kill them too!"
"Then don't even think about seeing Miss Zhou!" Zhang Changhuai scoffed.
His heart trembled. Compared to their previous fight, this Ding Ru monk's cultivation level was a notch higher, and he firmly suppressed him. It was extremely terrifying.
This made his killing intent even stronger, and he was able to endure it even more.
Chu Li said, "Then continue to kill until you see her!"
"… Forget it, don't kill anymore. Follow me!" Zhang Changhuai gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "I hope you don't regret this!"
Chu Li smiled. "I'm not the one going to see him, he's the one coming to see me!"
As he spoke, he struck another young monk with his palm and sent him flying. He spat out an arrow of blood in the air, and his body shot toward Zhang Changhuai.
Zhang Changhuai extended his palm and caught the young monk, but he took two steps back. His face was gloomy as he glared at Chu Li. "How vicious!"
Chu Li smiled. "I'm still far from your Blood Sun Sect. Goodbye!"
He disappeared in a flash as soon as he finished speaking.
Zhang Changhuai gritted his teeth, but he did not chase after him. He only looked at the young monk that he was supporting and realized that the young monk's internal organs were severely injured, and he was on his last breath. It would be a pity to give up just like that.
He shook his head and sighed. He sent a surge of inner energy over, then took out a bottle of spirit pills from his inner pocket and stuffed one into the young monk's mouth.
The young monk's cultivation level was extremely high. After consuming the spirit pill, his inner energy quickly circulated, and he quickly recovered from his injuries. Zhang Changhuai was shocked as he did not expect this young monk to have such a high cultivation level and aptitude. It was truly shocking.
He could be considered a genius, but no one had noticed him. If he was properly polished, he would definitely become one of the top-notch masters, and he might even be able to contend against the Demon Slayer Palace!
As he thought about this, he became even more attentive. He stuffed another two spirit pills into the young monk's mouth, and when his injuries had recovered, he brought him back to the sect.
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