Chapter 598: Chapter 187: Breaking into the Lair of the Evil God! The Unlucky Ones from the Great Yan Dynasty! (10,000-word mega Chapter, please subscribe)_2
"Did you see it?" Fan Wu’s voice, like a death knell, rang in the ears of the blind monk sitting on a large rock.
The sudden voice made the blind monk’s hair stand on end.
The blind monk couldn’t see what had happened.
But from the sounds just now, he could guess that both of his senior brothers had been defeated.
Defeated utterly and decisively.
He hadn’t yet recovered from his shock when Fan Wu’s voice nearly scared his soul out of him.
The blind monk wanted to strike in the direction of Fan Wu’s voice immediately, but... his attack missed completely. Furthermore, he heard his senior brother Hui Mu’s shout of warning, "Be careful, he’s right in front of you!!!"
So fast?!
The blind monk turned pale with shock, and then he felt a large foot stamp on his chest.
"Phut!"
He vomited blood, his chest caved in, the bones in his ribcage shattered, and his internal organs were severely damaged.
His already blind eyes were wider than anyone’s.
The blind monk felt as if all his strength had been drained.
He toppled to one side.
Breathing became increasingly weak.
Blood continuously flowed from his mouth and nose.
A grasp.
A punch.
A kick.
Fan Wu’s attacks were nothing fancy, but in less than the time of five breaths, three of Longhe Temple’s old monks lay dead on the spot, with no chance or opportunity to resist.
"Hui Er! Hui Bi! Hui Kou!" Hui Mu clenched his fists, his face was one of strained rage, but in reality, he did not hold much affection for his brothers.
Facing such an indescribable enemy and suddenly losing three of his helpers.
It was hard for him to accept.
Hui Mu swallowed nervously, unable to maintain his somber expression. He had lived for decades, maybe centuries - when had he ever encountered such a terrifying situation? When had he ever met a man as terrifying as Fan Wu?
He finally realized that these few people who dared to barge into Longhe Temple were not reckless fools.
They dared to come here.
Certainly, they had confidence.
That confidence.
Lay in strength.
And in cultivation!
Suddenly.
A gaze fell upon Hui Mu, making him feel as if he were being targeted by a tiger in the deep mountains. Every hair on his body warned him, giving him a sense of impending crisis.
Not good!
Hui Mu’s face changed with fear because he knew he had caught Fan Wu’s attention.
And the fate of his three junior brothers who had been targeted by Fan Wu, had been dire.
Didn’t that mean he was very likely to meet the same end as his junior brothers?
Dammit!
How could this happen?
Hui Mu looked to the side at the abbot Hui Gen, the most powerful cultivator in the entire Longhe Temple.
Moreover.
The secret technique of the "Becoming Buddha Ritual," which allowed them to gain a sizable lifespan, was also imparted to them by this Abbot Hui Gen.
In Hui Mu’s eyes, his abbot brother was perhaps the only lifeline that he could cling to.
"Namaste." Abbot Hui Gen spoke softly, "The Old Monk cannot save you, I can’t even save myself."
He seemed even more pressured than Hui Mu.
Ever since Fan Wu made his move, all the monk’s faint hope had vanished.
For he knew that all the monks of Longhe Temple combined were no match for this man before them.
Longhe Temple had truly hit a wall.
"Brother Hui Mu, rest assured." Abbot Hui Gen took a deep breath and said, "Longhe Temple isn’t as simple as you think, nor as simple as these people think."
"They may have the power to kill us, but before long, they will join us in death."
Ah?
Confusion washed over Hui Mu’s face.
But before he could utter a word, he noticed the dim moonlight being obscured by a shadow. His breath nearly stopped in that instant.
"Ugh!"
Hui Mu didn’t even get a chance to act as his neck was seized by a large hand, that grip tightening like a shrinking vise, making his face turn red.
He stared at Fan Wu in front of him, his hands scratching futilely at Fan Wu’s arm, trying to make Fan Wu release him from the pain.
But it was like scratching a piece of steel.
Fan Wu in front of him remained utterly indifferent.
He felt no pain at all.
Fan Wu ignored Hui Mu in his grip and directed his gaze to the side at Abbot Hui Gen, a slight smile on his face as he asked, "It seems you must be the abbot of this temple, right?"
"Namaste..." Abbot Hui Gen closed his eyes, not wanting to see his own writhing corpse because he feared that looking would reveal his fear uncontrollably.
But his slightly trembling hands betrayed that his heart was not entirely calm.
The Abbot Hui Gen responded, "Indeed, I am the abbot of Longhe Temple, but may I know the Donor’s name?"
His voice feigned calmness.
To mask the unease within.
