Chapter 16 Disturbance

The setting sun's afterglow fell upon Snake King Mountain through the clouds.

In the stronghold on Snake King Mountain, amidst a scene of corpses and blood, a handsome young monk with a serene and pure smile looked at the burly middle-aged man kneeling before him, trembling all over:

"Benefactor, have you awakened?"

The tall, burly middle-aged man was disheveled, covered in blood, his legs bent backward, almost at a ninety-degree angle to his body, revealing stark white bones.

"Shen Ziping..."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed as he recognized the man as Shen Ziping, the leader of the Snake King Mountain bandits.

The young monk looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with red lips, white teeth, and a face like jade. Although he had no hair, he was strangely handsome.

And his aura was far stronger than Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan.

He must be a master who had condensed the seed of true qi and was not far from condensing his qi meridians.

Perhaps, he had already embarked on the path of condensing his qi meridians.

"Hui, Huiguo..."

The expressions of Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan also changed as they looked at the young monk as if they were seeing a ghost.

Suddenly, two moon-like and translucent broken sabers appeared in Zhao Yanyan's hands, and the long sword behind Dongmen Ruo vibrated and sprang up, grasped in his palm.

They were facing a formidable enemy!

"Ha, haha!"

Shen Ziping trembled in pain, cold sweat streaming down his face. Hearing the monk's question, he trembled and laughed wildly:

"Awaken? Awaken? Bald donkey, I'll awaken your mother!!! Kill me if you want, if I frown, I'm raised by your grandfather!"

"Alas, benefactor still does not understand."

The young monk shook his head, very disappointed:

"This autumn, on the fifteenth of September, this humble monk came from Qingzhou, passing through the Huayan Mountains. There were many bandits along the way, but this humble monk never acted rashly. Do you know why this humble monk targeted Snake King Mountain?"

"Why?!"

Shen Ziping raised his head, his eyes full of resentment under his disheveled hair:

"In the Huayan Mountains, there are dozens of large bandit gangs, why target my Snake King Mountain?!"

"You have committed many evils, you have harmed merchants, you have poisoned the villages, you have lost all conscience... well, that has nothing to do with it."

The young monk sighed and looked at Shen Ziping with a serious face:

"Only because you killed this humble monk's donkey."

Donkey?

A donkey?!

Shen Ziping was dumbfounded.

Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo were also dumbfounded.

Even An Qisheng couldn't help but be stunned.

"For a donkey? You killed two hundred of my Snake King Mountain brothers for a donkey?!"

Shen Ziping swayed, spitting out a mouthful of blood:

"You beast!"

"Yes, that was this humble monk bought for half a tael of silver in Qingzhou, a half-grown dappled donkey... for thousands of years, through various dynasties, only this one little dappled donkey."

A touch of sadness appeared on the young monk's face:

"You have two hundred brothers, but this humble monk, I only have one donkey..."

"For a donkey... you hypocritical bald donkey!"

Shen Ziping coughed up blood repeatedly, almost going mad:

"I, I won't let you go even as a ghost!"

"Benefactor is mistaken, it was a half-grown, black-backed, white-bellied little dappled donkey."

The young monk responded seriously.

Then he stretched out his palm and gently stroked Shen Ziping's head.

The afterglow of the setting sun flashed on his fair, jade-like palm.

Then,

*Pfft!*

With a muffled sound, Shen Ziping's mad cry, along with his head, was smashed into his chest cavity.

Gently and tenderly, yet fiercely and brutally.

The young monk wiped a drop of bright red blood from his cheek with his jade-like slender fingers, then raised his head, with a smile that made people feel like they were bathing in a spring breeze:

"This humble monk is Huiguo, greetings to all benefactors."

Faced with the young monk's kind smile, Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo's expressions became even more unsightly:

"Dragon Elephant Temple, evil monk Huiguo..."

Zhao Yanyan's expression was solemn as she cupped her fist in greeting:

"Zhao Yanyan of the Moon Worship Villa, greetings, Master."

"It really is him..."

An Qisheng understood slightly, and many pieces of information surfaced in his mind.

Seven hundred years ago, Dragon Elephant Temple was destroyed by the Soul夺ling Taker, and the elites of the temple were almost completely wiped out, almost cutting off the inheritance.

The reason it was said to be almost was because there were still descendants of Dragon Elephant Temple alive.

It was the ancestral master of the evil monk Huiguo in front of him.

The ancestral master of the evil monk Huiguo was a disciple who was expelled from the temple seven hundred years ago, but due to a stroke of luck, he became the last inheritance of Dragon Elephant Temple instead.

However, although he became the orthodox successor of Dragon Elephant Temple, he had no intention of expanding it.

In his hands, Dragon Elephant Temple became a true one-line transmission.

Seven hundred years had passed, and the successors of Dragon Elephant Temple were only a master and disciple.

"It seems that you benefactors have some misunderstanding about this humble monk."

Huiguo's eyes dimmed as he slowly stood up.

Beneath his monk's robe, there was a patch of blood red, almost soaked in blood, but as he stood up, the large patch of blood transformed into droplets of blood with a shake, automatically rolling down.

Before his words fell, his moon-white monk's robe was already spotless.

Coupled with the solemn appearance of the young monk, it must be said that his demeanor was excellent.

"Misunderstanding?"

Dongmen Ruo's mouth twitched involuntarily, barely squeezing out a smile:

"Dongmen Ruo of the Extreme God Sect, greetings, Master Huiguo..."

In the past, when he heard of this person, he was surprised why he was called an evil monk, but seeing him take such ruthless action for a donkey, he also knew that there were only wrongly called names, not wrongly given nicknames.

"You benefactors probably think that you are righteous for killing these benefactors for the sake of upholding justice and maintaining the peace of the villages, and that this humble monk is evil and rebellious for killing them for a donkey?"

Huiguo put his hands together, his eyes clear:

"Is it or isn't it?"

"Master Huiguo is joking."

Dongmen Ruo's smile was a little forced: "Master eliminates harm for the people, past merchants and nearby villagers will surely be grateful, and we are also sincerely convinced."

"No, this humble monk is only for the donkey."

Huiguo shook his head, then his eyes fell on An Qisheng:

"What is this benefactor's name?"

Huiguo's clear eyes reflected An Qisheng's figure.

He felt a trace of curiosity in his heart.

This man holding a long spear, under his burly and majestic body, did not leak a trace of qi, and his whole person was as round and smooth as a pebble that had been washed by the river for countless years.

Based on this ability to hide his qi alone, he was far superior to the two people beside him.

An Qisheng's expression was calm as he cupped his fist in greeting with his spear:

"This one is An Qisheng, greetings, little master."

"An Qisheng..."

Huiguo muttered a sentence, and after thinking for a while, he asked:

"This benefactor, have this humble monk and you met before?"

"Why does little master Huiguo say that?"

An Qisheng's heart stirred, but he replied calmly.

Having entered Tieshan's dream, he knew that the decline of Dragon Elephant Temple originated from the Soul夺ling Taker hundreds of years ago. Could it be that they still have some means to sense the Celestial Pearl?

"This humble monk always feels that benefactor is somewhat familiar..."

Huiguo put his hands together and smiled shyly:

"Perhaps this humble monk is mistaken."

The shy laughter was still echoing.

Amidst the filth, the moon-white monk's robe was already fluttering.

He took a step forward!

*Boom!*

It was as if rolling thunder exploded in the stronghold.

The earth shook, the stronghold swayed, and the corpses flew in all directions like straw mixed with mud and sand.

With just one step, amidst the howling qi waves, the sound of surging internal force was like the滔tao滔Jiang River. The young monk's body visibly expanded like a balloon with this step.

*Ang~*

*Roar~*

It was as if there was a dragon's roar and an elephant's cry!

Golden light seemed to flash under the moon-white monk's robe, and the whole person had already changed drastically.

Under the bulging monk's robe, the towering, mountain-like body was filled with terrifying power that seemed about to explode. The muscles and tendons on his exposed hands, legs, and neck bulged like dragons!

In an instant, the distance of more than ten zhang was traversed in a flash, and the surging airflow shattered the fence of the stronghold.

He strode forward, moving like a mountain, like an earthquake, giving people an unparalleled sense of violence!

"Dragon Elephant Vajra Body!"

Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo's expressions changed drastically at the same time, and their eyes looking at Huiguo were as if they were looking at some unbelievable beast.

*Boom!*

In the next moment, under the surging airflow, the two seemed to be unable to resist, but in reality, they had no intention of retreating at all, and floated out several zhang with the wind.

Looking up.

They saw a palm raised.

The former fairness was gone, replaced by a golden yellow like gold and iron casting, and the lines of the five fingers had almost disappeared.

With a palm strike, it almost burst the air.

With the sound of a series of explosions, in an instant, it had already wrapped the rolling airflow and slammed down on An Qisheng!

At this moment, under the inhumanly tall and powerful Huiguo, An Qisheng's figure seemed to become even more insignificant.

"Dragon Elephant Vajra Great Handprint! You, you have already begun to condense your qi meridians!"

Dongmen Ruo was shocked, but in reality, he was secretly reminding An Qisheng.

The Dragon Elephant Vajra Great Handprint was a secret martial art of the Dragon Elephant Temple. It was not special in itself, but what was special was that this martial art could only be practiced when the qi meridians were condensed to the palm!

In other words, that Huiguo had at least condensed the qi meridians required for the Dragon Elephant Vajra Great Handprint!

"Dragon Elephant Vajra Great Handprint..."

Under the surging airflow, An Qisheng's cloak had already been blown off, his long silver-white hair fluttering backward like a waterfall, and his wide clothes were rattling.

His eyes were half-lowered, and with the raging airflow.

His body suddenly stood upright, and the ground under his feet instantly shattered, raising dust.

With a stomp, the force rose from the ground, passing through the waist, abdomen, shoulders, and back, directly reaching the elbow, and in the palm of his hand, the ten-two-foot cold iron spear was already humming and vibrating, as if in the next moment it would transform into an evil dragon roaring at the sky.

In an instant, the hidden force, qi and blood, and internal force erupted like a volcanic eruption!

*Clang~*

In the harsh sonic waves, An Qisheng raised his spear!

*Buzz buzz~*

The spear suddenly rose, like a black dragon raising thousands of layers of waves under the deep and boundless ocean.

The spear raised, like a battle flag raised on a battlefield of endless warfare, the blade pointed, invincible.

It was as if a sacred mountain rose from the ground, piercing the sky in an instant, clarifying the jade universe!

The visible airflow was instantly pierced by the spear, and then there were wailing and howling sound explosions!

Directly stabbing at the golden, powerful palm!

With An Qisheng's current physique, this eruption was enough to pierce gold and iron, collapse walls, and any physical tempering technique would be pierced by such a violent spear!

*Boom!!*