Chapter 164 He's Back Again

As he spoke, the Nine Thousand-Year-Old's eyes were sinister, and the qi energy in his hands began to flow like a tangible substance.

Twenty-four years ago, he had fought with the Mad Monk... As for the result, he was beaten miserably.

If Gan Dao of the Tyrant Heaven Sect hadn't arrived in time to save his life, he would have died under the Mad Monk's wild punches twenty-four years ago.

Moreover, the person who sealed the Mad Monk afterwards was Gan Dao himself, which had little to do with the Nine Thousand-Year-Old.

If there had to be a connection, it would be that the Nine Thousand-Year-Old, as a 'punching bag', consumed some of the Mad Monk's stamina.

Of course, this consumption was dispensable for the Mad Monk.

Fortunately, no one witnessed that great battle, so afterwards, the Nine Thousand-Year-Old proclaimed that he and Grandmaster Gan Dao had sealed the Mad Monk together, and everyone believed it.

In fact, this crushing defeat had always been regarded by the Nine Thousand-Year-Old as a great humiliation, and even became his inner demon.

For twenty-four years, his cultivation had barely improved, burdened by that crushing defeat.

So he knew that if he wanted to make a breakthrough in martial arts, he had to defeat the Mad Monk once.

He felt that now was the best opportunity.

In his opinion, for these twenty-four years, the Mad Monk had been listening to scriptures in Fahua Temple, neglecting his practice, and was now so thin that he was out of shape, his skills must be greatly reduced.

That was why he felt this was his chance.

However, after hearing his words, the Mad Monk sneered, "What's different? In these twenty-four years, your skill has not improved at all!"

The Mad Monk was crazy, but not an idiot.

The Nine Thousand-Year-Old's expression changed, he did not expect the Mad Monk could see through this.

"Hmph, so what if it hasn't improved? It's enough to kill you!"

The Nine Thousand-Year-Old roared and slapped the Mad Monk with his palm.

"Heh, kill me?"

"I'll go to your *m勒隔壁*!"

It must be said that this Mad Monk's behavior really had nothing to do with the word 'monk'; he swore without restraint!

As he cursed, he didn't stand idle. As if pinching a child's hand, he directly grabbed the Nine Thousand-Year-Old's palm covered with qi energy...

With a sudden twist, *crack*...

The Nine Thousand-Year-Old's fingernails, finger bones, and wrist bones snapped inch by inch!

"Ah..."

The Nine Thousand-Year-Old cried out in pain, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, "You mad monk, I swear to never let you go!"

"*Shi bu liang li* your *m勒戈壁*!"

The Mad Monk cursed loudly, swinging another fist and smashing it into the Nine Thousand-Year-Old's face.

*Bang*—

With one punch, the Nine Thousand-Year-Old's face was a bloody mess!

The brocade-clad guards were stunned. They knew that Sect Leader, the Nine Thousand-Year-Old, had true qi protecting him, and ordinary people couldn't break through his defenses at all.

However, this Mad Monk's seemingly ordinary punch directly cracked the Nine Thousand-Year-Old's face... This was simply unbelievable!

After thinking for a long time, they could only think of these four words.

However, this was not the end; it could even be said to be just the beginning.

"You *cao ni ma* dead hermaphrodite, I hate you kind of androgynous monster the most, go to hell!"

The Mad Monk punched the Nine Thousand-Year-Old's face one after another, as if venting, cursing as he punched, enjoying himself!

"Holy Monk, spare me!"

*Bang!*

"Holy Monk, please stop hitting..."

*Bang!*

"I beg you, please stop..."

*Bang!*

"No, please..."

*Bang!*

"..."

*Bang!*

At the beginning, the Nine Thousand-Year-Old could still beg for mercy, but as the Mad Monk's fists rained down, the Nine Thousand-Year-Old's breath grew weaker and weaker, and his cries for help became smaller and smaller.

Until the end, the Nine Thousand-Year-Old was on the verge of death, no longer having the strength to beg for mercy.

His whole body was only exhaling and not inhaling.

The Mad Monk finally stopped. He looked at the Nine Thousand-Year-Old with disappointment and spat on his bloody, unrecognizable face.

"*Cao ni ma* you good-for-nothing, you're so weak, I haven't hit enough, and you're already done for!"

The Nine Thousand-Year-Old wasn't completely dead yet, and the Mad Monk obviously didn't intend to let him go so easily.

Grabbing his neck with one hand and holding his head with the other, he yanked hard, and the Nine Thousand-Year-Old's head was torn off.

Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded. The entire hall was filled with a foul smell, someone was so scared that they wet and soiled themselves.

Some were vomiting wildly, even their bile came out.

The Mad Monk held up the Nine Thousand-Year-Old's head and shook it while laughing wildly.

"Hahahaha, wonderful, truly wonderful!"

"I'm back, hahahaha, it's so damn wonderful!"

"I will kill you all!"

The Mad Monk threw the Nine Thousand-Year-Old's head against the wall, smashing it to pieces.

However, the Mad Monk's feast of carnage had only just begun.

After killing the Nine Thousand-Year-Old, he turned his gaze to the brocade-clad guards.

Faced with such a fierce and perverted gaze, these martial artists, at least at the Martial Spirit realm, didn't even have a hint of resistance.

They immediately fled!

However, the Mad Monk had already gone bloodshot, how could he let them run away.

He leaped forward, smashing a brocade-clad guard's head with one punch, and kicking another so hard that his body broke in half from the middle. Intestines and organs were scattered all over the floor, and his heart was still beating.

A tiger entering a flock of sheep was nothing more than this.

These dozen or so brocade-clad guards were not enough for the Mad Monk to kill; in just a dozen seconds, they all died at the Mad Monk's hands.

"This is really a mad monk, Lao Li, what do we do?"

Zhao Yuanjie swallowed and asked.

Li Tianxiang ignored him.

"Lao Li?"

Zhao Yuanjie called again.

Li Tianxiang still ignored him, just sitting there blankly, staring at the Mad Monk's slaughter without blinking.

"Lao Li?"

Zheng Tianpeng touched Li Tianxiang's body and found it was stiff.

He was immediately startled and reached out to check Li Tianxiang's breath.

Then, Zheng Tianpeng said with a wry smile, "Don't call him, Lao Li is scared to death."

Wang Xuetao and Zhao Yuanjie were speechless.

The biggest thought in their minds at this moment was how much they envied Song Kaijiang.

"It seems that we will all die here today."

Zhao Yuanjie said helplessly, the three old men's hearts had turned cold.

The members of the four great families were also in chaos, but only in their hearts.

Faced with a beast like the Mad Monk, they didn't dare to take any action.

At this time, after the Mad Monk had slaughtered the brocade-clad guards, the killing intent on his body not only did not diminish in the slightest but became even more intense.

It was as if killing so many people had not vented even a tiny bit of the killing fire in his heart.

Li Ziqing looked at Chen Xiao with a slight tremble, and called out in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "Husband..."

Chen Xiao could tell she was afraid. To comfort her, Chen Xiao gently took her hand and said softly, "Don't worry, with your husband here, that guy won't be able to hurt you."

Hearing these words, Li Ziqing felt relieved.

At this time, Chen Xiao suddenly asked again, "Do you want to avenge our parents with your own hands?"

The Mad Monk's next target was everyone present. If Chen Xiao didn't stop him, he would kill everyone.

Li Ziqing shook her head, "Forget it, my revenge has already been taken. It doesn't matter to me who killed them."

Li Ziqing didn't care whether she personally killed the people who killed her parents, she only cared if they were already dead.

Hearing this, Chen Xiao nodded and stopped interfering.

The Mad Monk seemed to be able to distinguish who was easy to provoke and who was not.

He passed by Chen Xiao and Li Ziqing several times, but didn't even glance at them, as if the two of them didn't exist.

He repeatedly shuttled back and forth between Chen Xiao and Li Ziqing, busy reaping the lives of everyone present.

From south to north, then from north to south, and then from south to north again, he repeated this several times, until he killed everyone present.

Killing was a pleasure for him, a game, and he himself would add more fun to this game.

Until there were only three people left in the room: the Mad Monk, Chen Xiao, and Li Ziqing.

The Mad Monk stood in front of Chen Xiao, grinned, but didn't make a move.

"You don't seem to be afraid of me at all."

The Mad Monk said.

"You don't seem to be stupid at all."

Chen Xiao replied.

"Of course, I'm just crazy. A madman is not necessarily an idiot, and an idiot is not necessarily a madman."

The Mad Monk said something that seemed philosophical.

"You're dangerous. You're the only person here who makes me feel uneasy. People like you are rare in the world."

The Mad Monk said this to Chen Xiao, and after he finished speaking, he glanced at Li Ziqing, "She too."

Li Ziqing was slightly startled, what did this Mad Monk mean? Am I also a rare person in the world?

But Li Ziqing didn't ask these questions because she was very wary of this Mad Monk in her heart.

Chen Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, could it be that this Mad Monk could see something?

"You're interesting. You are also rare in the world."

Chen Xiao had never seen anyone else who took pleasure in killing like the Mad Monk, he had never even heard of it.

"I'm leaving."

The Mad Monk turned his back and waved to Chen Xiao, "See you later."

"You don't want to kill me?"

Chen Xiao suddenly asked.

"Yes."

The Mad Monk replied truthfully, "Killing is my instinct, and it's also my pleasure. Except for my master, I want to kill everyone."

"Especially since you look a lot like my master, which makes you even more worthy of killing."

"Then why don't you attack me?"

Chen Xiao asked.

"I don't have the certainty of killing you."

A monk doesn't tell lies. The Mad Monk was, after all, a monk, and was quite frank.

"Heh..."

Chen Xiao smiled, "I don't believe you can hold back."

The Mad Monk paused, his back tensed, as if he was hesitating, struggling, and making a choice.

Li Ziqing's heart shrank into a ball. Although she believed in Chen Xiao and had great confidence in him, she was still wary of the Mad Monk in her heart.

It wasn't until the Mad Monk's back relaxed and he continued to walk forward that Li Ziqing completely breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before she could catch her breath, the Mad Monk suddenly turned around and pounced on Chen Xiao like a tiger descending from the mountain.

"You guessed right, I can't hold back!"

The Mad Monk had a grin on his face and killing intent in his eyes.

"You guessed right too."

Chen Xiao kicked out, and the Mad Monk instantly flew out like a fallen leaf, crashing heavily to the ground, smashing a large hole in the floor.

"I am dangerous."

Chen Xiao said lightly.

This Mad Monk had some ability, but it was not enough to pose a threat to him.

The Mad Monk lay in the pit, unable to get up for a long time.

Even if he had bronze skin and iron bones, he couldn't withstand Chen Xiao's kick.

"You, who exactly are you?"

The Mad Monk asked through gritted teeth.

He had already estimated Chen Xiao's strength to be very strong, but after really fighting, he realized that he had still underestimated Chen Xiao's strength.

Moreover, Chen Xiao's strength was different from the cultivator who had sealed him, it was an extremely domineering strength, a strength that made him dare not resist.

Most importantly, it was a very familiar strength!

"I said you wouldn't know me even if I told you."

Chen Xiao said lightly, "Tell me about you, who exactly are you? Or rather, who is your master, and why did you mistake me for your master?"

The Mad Monk was silent for a moment, and then said, "I am a madman, a madman who fears nothing, a madman who kills for pleasure. He who kills shall be killed... So I knew long ago that one day I would die in someone else's hands, so don't think that just because you are stronger than me, you are qualified to make me answer your questions."

Chen Xiao was just about to say, if you don't answer, I have plenty of ways to make you answer.

However, before he could speak, the Mad Monk took the lead and said, "But I think I have a connection with you, so I decided to tell you."

Chen Xiao: "..."

The Mad Monk wasted a lot of words just to tell Chen Xiao that he said these things not because he was afraid of Chen Xiao.

"I come from the Immortal Hidden Realm."

The Mad Monk's first sentence was something Chen Xiao had not expected.

Chen Xiao thought that this Mad Monk came from some ancient martial arts sect, such as the Iron Fist Sect, because the moves he displayed were all wide open and relied on brute force and his own bronze skin and iron bones.

He didn't expect that this guy actually came from the Immortal Hidden Realm.

"My master created me."

The Mad Monk's second sentence shocked Chen Xiao even more than the first.

"Your master created you, what does this mean?"

Chen Xiao couldn't help but ask, "Are you a puppet or something? Or rather, are you a robot?"

The Mad Monk shook his head, "I am not a puppet, nor am I a robot. I have self-awareness. Although I look like a human, I was not born of humans. Strictly speaking, I cannot be considered a human. My master created me."

Hearing this, Chen Xiao's heart fluttered.

"How did your master create you?"

Chen Xiao suddenly thought of what Wuxiang had said before, that Wuxiang said he was not a human.

So, could he be like this Mad Monk?

Chen Xiao began to daydream.

The Mad Monk shook his head, "I don't remember this clearly. I only remember that my master created me. I was born in chaos, stirred up yin and yang, split open the heavens and earth, and then came to this world."

"Do you think you're Pangu?"

Chen Xiao complained, "Speak human language!"

"That's just how it is. If you want me to say it in more detail, I can't."

The Mad Monk suddenly asked faintly, "Do you still remember?"

"Remember what?"

Chen Xiao was inexplicable.

"Do you remember how you were born?"

"..."

Of course, I don't remember, Chen Xiao shouted in his heart.

Then he thought, it was a bit difficult for this guy to recall how he was created.

"Forget it, tell me, who exactly is your master?"

Chen Xiao moved on to the next question.

"My master, he..."

The Mad Monk scratched his head, "I only remember that everyone called him Master of the Four Seas."

Master of the Four Seas???

Chen Xiao was stunned, his head buzzing.

"Does your master have the surname Chen?"