In the main hall of the World Society.
"What did you say? More than a thousand monks from the Shaolin Temple are heading towards the World Society. Moreover, there are many Xiantian and Guru Realm experts? "
Xiong Ba squinted his eyes when he heard Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng's reply. His face turned gloomy.
The strength of the Shaolin Temple was beyond his expectations.
"You two go down and arrange for people to welcome the monks from the Shaolin Temple."
Xiong Ba waved his hand and ordered Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng to leave.
"Leader, those monks have killed many sects with Guru Realm experts along the way. Their strength is unfathomable. We have to be careful …"
After Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng left, a black-clothed figure reported again.
With Xiong Ba's character, he naturally wouldn't just listen to Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng's report. He had his own information channels.
"The Old Man is also very interested in the Shaolin Temple."
Xiong Ba's lips curved into a cold smile.
He didn't pay attention to the Shaolin Temple before because the Shaolin Temple was insignificant. Its prestige in the Jianghu couldn't even compare to a second-rate sect. Now, the Shaolin Temple had become a big obstacle for him to unify the Jianghu.
He had to get rid of it.
"Inform the Twelve Devils of Heavenly Lake. Tell them to get ready and mobilize another ten thousand World Society members."
Xiong Ba sneered.
In the past, the Sword Saint and the number one assassin organization in the Jianghu had fought for seven days and seven nights. Only the Twelve Devils of Heavenly Lake, the strongest of the 108 assassins, managed to escape. The Twelve Devils of Heavenly Lake had been secretly subdued by him.
If the Shaolin Temple had been hiding in the dark, he might have been a little afraid. Now that the Shaolin Temple had reappeared in the Jianghu, he had plenty of ways to deal with the Shaolin Temple.
"Leader, bad news! The monks from the Shaolin Temple have charged into the mountain."
At this moment, a figure wearing a tall hat, holding a feather fan in her hand, and wearing blush, and a shrill voice ran over in a panic.
This person was Xiong Ba's right-hand man, Wen Chouchou, the head steward of the World Society.
"Looks like they don't come with good intentions!"
Xiong Ba's face was filled with rage as he said gloomily.
In the past, it was always the World Society that attacked other sects. Now, there was actually a sect that was openly attacking their World Society.
"Come with me."
After Xiong Ba finished speaking, he walked out in a majestic manner.
He was very confident in his own strength. If it was a martial arts legend, Wu Ming, or a Sword Saint, he would still be a little fearful.
The strength of the Shaolin Temple was indeed beyond his expectations, but it was not beyond his control.
Was a thousand monks a lot?
Their World Society had over ten thousand disciples a long time ago. Now, they had hundreds of thousands of disciples. Just the headquarters of the World Society alone had tens of thousands of disciples stationed there.
There was only one factor that could decide the outcome of the battle between the World Society and the Shaolin Temple. Was he, Xiong Ba, or the experts of the Shaolin Temple stronger?
"Xiong Ba, in the past few decades, your World Society has been crazily expanding your strength. You have destroyed countless sects. Originally, we should have gotten rid of a demon like you, but Buddha is merciful. Today, our Shaolin Temple will punish you 100 times in front of all the heroes. We hope that you will take this as a warning and put down your knife to properly govern the World Society and benefit the world."
Ku Cheng did not give Xiong Ba, the host, a chance to speak. He directly announced the Shaolin Temple's verdict.
Although they were confident in killing Xiong Ba, leaving a living Xiong Ba was easier to establish the prestige of the Shaolin Temple.
If Xiong Ba died, many people would slander him. They would say that all of his achievements were due to luck. The Shaolin Temple would only be able to obtain the reputation of killing an ambitious person in the pugilistic world.
If Xiong Ba did not die, after this blow from the Shaolin Temple, Xiong Ba's prestige in the pugilistic world would plummet. In the past, those who were afraid of Xiong Ba, but because of his prestige, would definitely take revenge on him.
When these people were all defeated by Xiong Ba, Xiong Ba's prestige would rise once again. The prestige of the Shaolin Temple would also rise once again.
"You are the abbot of the Shaolin Temple?"
Xiong Ba stood with his hands behind his back. He stared coldly at Ku Cheng. His tone was filled with killing intent.
What did the Shaolin Temple think Xiong Ba was?
They wanted to punish him and even wanted to hit him 100 times. Did they really think that the Shaolin Temple was invincible?
"Let the Old Man test your strength and see if he is as arrogant as you."
As Xiong Ba spoke, a transparent energy body condensed in his hands behind his back.
Three Elements Restoration!
This was Xiong Ba's ultimate skill. The Sky Frost Fist, Wind God's Kick, and Firmament Palm. These three ultimate skills were all used together. They would attack from different directions. At the same time, they would complement each other from the inside and outside. With the three elements circulating, they would be able to reach a state where they would never stop growing.
Xiong Ba had split the Three Essences of Origin Restoration and passed it on to his three disciples. Just a part of it had allowed Qin Shuang, Bu Jingyun, and Nie Feng to make a name for themselves in Jianghu. It was not hard to imagine how profound the Three Essences of Origin Restoration was.
Boom!
Ten thousand World Meeting disciples rushed over like a surging torrent, surrounding the thousand plus monks.
"The Old Man will give you a chance to fight fairly."
Xiong Ba's face was filled with confidence.
"Formation of the Eighteen Bronze Men!"
Unfortunately, Ku Cheng and the others were even more decisive than Xiong Ba. Without wasting any time, the 18 of them flew out from the Shaolin Temple and turned into 18 little golden giants and surrounded Xiong Ba.
The 18 golden giants flashed and emitted a terrifying aura. They formed a layer of terrifying chi and sealed off Xiong Ba from all directions. As the wind blew, the 18 linen underpants swayed gently.
"It didn't explode. That's great!"
Ku Cheng and the others let out a sigh of relief. Only then did they focus their attention on Xiong Ba who was in the formation.
"18 Masters?"
External martial artists were different from internal martial artists. If an external martial artist did not explode, then even elites of the same level would have a hard time sensing their strength. Ku Cheng and the others' sudden explosion had caused Xiong Ba's face to turn green.
He was only a Great Grandmaster.
And now, he was surrounded by 18 Masters. What was even worse was that the 18 of them were using a formation against him!
"All of them are Masters?"
The various sects and forces who had come to watch were also aghast. They were extremely shocked.
In the current Pugilistic World, the most powerful people on the surface were Masters. The reason why the World Society could expand so recklessly was because of Xiong Ba's strength. No one was his match, and no one could stop the World Society from expanding.
The 10,000 disciples of the World Society were even more fearful and did not dare to make a move.
"Masters, please wait …"
Xiong Ba hurriedly retracted his [Three Parts Returning Qi]. He originally thought that the Shaolin Temple would send at most one or two Great Masters. With his late-stage Great Master realm, dealing with a few normal Great Masters would not be a problem.
But, he did not expect that there would be 18 of them, and they were all external martial artists. Also, they had mastered the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation. How was he going to fight them?
"Three Parts Returning Energy!"
Xiong Ba roared as a transparent energy barrier enveloped him.
"Masters, please calm down …"
Xiong Ba said anxiously.
"Kacha ~"
What replied him was only the shadows of the poles and the sound of glass shattering.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
No one replied to Xiong Ba. The golden poles that were condensed by the chi rained down on Xiong Ba's body. Xiong Ba did not even last for ten breaths of time before he was covered by the shadows of the poles. He could not fight back at all.
"Begin the torture!"
About 15 minutes later, after Abbot Ku Cheng and the others made sure that Xiong Ba could not fight back, the two bronze men each dragged one of Xiong Ba's legs and walked towards the center of the plaza. Along the way, there was blood everywhere, leaving behind a long trail of blood. It looked very horrifying.
"Hiss ~"
All the surrounding Pugilistic World people took in a cold breath. Some of them looked at the scene in front of them in shock.
The Shaolin Temple was so horrifying!
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