Chen Yuan had already decided to kill those people, including Xuan Ci, from the moment he appeared, even if Buddha himself came, he couldn't stop it!

"You..."

Xuan Ci looked at his bloody left foot, his Buddhist evil energy surged in his dantian, forcing the Yin energy out of his body. He now regretted his decision just now.

He shouldn't have!

The guy in front of him didn't play by the rules at all.

Normally, wouldn't he retreat if he guessed wrong?

Why was it like this?

Although he was injured before, he still had some ability to fight back, but now his left foot was almost crippled, greatly affecting his state!

Yang Xiu and the others beside him were filled with despair.

Why, why gamble!

This was completely joking with their lives!

"Still guessing?"

Chen Yuan asked Xuan Ci expressionlessly.

If he guessed again, the old monk's other foot wouldn't be safe!

"Benefactor, you don't follow martial morality. If it spreads, you will definitely be ridiculed..." Xuan Ci glared at Chen Yuan and said in a low voice.

"You're all dead, so it won't spread."

Chen Yuan's mouth curled up, he didn't say anything more, and stepped out. The Xuan black blade light suddenly slashed out, directly splitting towards Xuan Ci's head, and Xuan Ci's Zen staff slammed on the ground.

A muffled sound was emitted.

The dazzling golden Buddhist evil energy collided with the Xuan black extreme Yin blood evil energy.

"Boom!"

Xuan Ci took three steps back, his left foot staggered slightly.

After Chen Yuan slashed out, his figure leaped up, and his swift movement speed shocked Xuan Ci. He hurriedly waved his Zen staff.

"Ding!"

The Yanling Blade collided with the Zen staff.

Chen Yuan shook his arm, and dark golden streamers shone on his left fist, carrying terrifying power and smashing towards Xuan Ci's chest, and he suddenly moved.

He also raised his left arm, mobilizing the blood and energy of his body to collide with Chen Yuan's fist.

"Bang!"

A sonic boom sounded in the air, and a heat wave swept out, even the raindrops in the void were shaken apart!

Xuan Ci's face turned red, and a surge of energy rose, his eyes were full of shock, shocked by Chen Yuan's physical strength was so strong. They both belonged to the Condensing Evil realm and had experienced evil energy tempering, but one punch actually caused his energy to surge.

It was unbelievable.

In the martial world, the physical strength of Buddhist monks was stronger than that of warriors, because Buddhist warriors paid attention to foundation, and generally spent more time in the Foundation Establishment realm than ordinary warriors.

It also created the extremely strong physical body of Buddhist monks.

Now he only had a question, who exactly was the guy in front of him!

When did the Imperial Court's Sky Survey Division have such a terrifying physical powerhouse? He had never heard of it before.

Xuan Ci took a step back, unloading this huge force, but at the same time, Chen Yuan's offensive rushed towards him like a wave.

The shadows of the fists flickered, and in the eyes of Yang Xiu and the others, they seemed to see afterimages intersecting.

With a 'boom', Xuan Ci was bombarded by Chen Yuan in a series of attacks and retreated several steps, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his brows furrowed, he held the Zen staff in both hands and said in a low voice:

"Subduing Demon Staff Technique!" (Fu Mo Zhang Fa)

He waved the Zen staff with both hands, making it vigorous and powerful, wielding the heavy Zen staff extremely powerfully. Buddhist evil energy gathered on the Zen staff, and his right leg suddenly stepped forward.

It slammed towards Chen Yuan.

"Subduing Demon Staff Technique? Heh... Let's see if your Buddha is stronger, or my demon is stronger!" Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed, and at the moment when the Zen staff bombarded, he dodged to the side.

"Boom!"

The ground was suddenly smashed into a big pit, and water splashed everywhere.

After Chen Yuan dodged, he stepped on the Zen staff with all his strength, stepping the Zen staff into the mud. At the same time, Chen Yuan's legs leaped up together and kicked directly at Xuan Ci's chest.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several consecutive strikes forced Xuan Ci into a disadvantage, his feet staggered and his face was full of shock and anger. He wanted to reach out and grab Chen Yuan's ankle, but Chen Yuan, who was already alert, raised a cruel sneer at the corner of his mouth.

The tip of his right foot struck Xuan Ci's chin with all his strength.

The huge force kicked his entire body into the air. The next moment, Chen Yuan's palms were surrounded by Yin energy, and he instantly arrived beside Xuan Ci, directly pressing his palm on his head.

Hua Jin!

The force, accompanied by evil energy, instantly penetrated into Xuan Ci's head.

"Bang!"

Xuan Ci's heavy body knelt straight on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices. Chen Yuan stepped on his shoulder with one foot, expressionless.

The battle was over!

From beginning to end, it only took ten breaths of time.

The previous seeming time was long, but it was not so. The confrontation between the two changed almost instantly.

Yang Xiu and the others opened their mouths slightly, looking at this scene in disbelief.

The savior they had high hopes for was actually beaten to death by Chen Yuan in a short period of time, bleeding from all seven orifices.

How could this be?

They had seen Grandmaster Xuan Ci take action before, and he simply swept everything away. With the staff technique, he could smash a huge rock of several feet, and Miao Renfeng, the Hundred-Faced Lord, was even frightened and fled in panic.

He was truly a Demon Subduing Monk, worthy of the name of Jinshan Temple.

But now...

The rain was still falling, and they were very scared.

Every drop of the pouring rain seemed to be dripping on their hearts. Looking at the black-clothed figure standing on Xuan Ci, Yang Xiu felt that it was truly an invincible picture.

The punches were full of amazing power!

Jumping off Xuan Ci's body, Chen Yuan looked at his corpse:

"Xuan Ci, Xuan Nu... Jinshan Temple... This is just a small interest I've collected."

Then, Chen Yuan easily chopped off Xuan Ci's head with a knife. His legs were still kneeling in front of Chen Yuan, as if repenting, and blood flowed all over the ground in an instant along with the rain.

Passing Xuan Ci, Chen Yuan came to Yang Xiu again, looking down at him indifferently.

Yang Xiu closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

It was impossible to resist. Even Grandmaster Xuan Ci couldn't withstand a few moves, so what could he do? The Ning Sha master in front of him could be respectfully called a 'strongman'.

Now, he only hoped that the strongman in front of him could give him a quick death.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Chen Yuan didn't waste any words and fulfilled Yang Xiu's wish by beheading the three of them.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and Chen Yuan's body was completely wet with rain. Now he hadn't reached the Tiangang level and couldn't protect his body with Gang Qi.

He could only get wet...

Perhaps evil energy could cover his entire body to block the rain, but that would be too extravagant!

Chen Yuan didn't want most of his evil energy to be used to block the wind and rain. He couldn't do that yet. The evil energy in his dantian was just pure.

It was far from being used at will.

Walking into the dilapidated temple, Chen Yuan glanced at the roof without saying a word, and came to the bonfire calmly. There was a pile of chicken bones and a snake skin on the ground. Chen Yuan sat on the broken Buddha statue.

Looking at the bright Yanling Blade in his hand, he looked from the handle to the tip of the blade and said lightly:

"Are you coming out yourself, or do I have to invite you out?"

Chen Yuan seemed to be talking to himself, or warning someone.

One breath,

Two breaths,

Three breaths...

There was still no movement, as if Chen Yuan was talking to the air.

"Since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame Chen for being ruthless!" Chen Yuan's eyes turned cold, he held the knife in his backhand, and was about to throw it towards the roof above.

"Your Excellency, please wait, Miao is coming out!"

A slightly sharp voice leaped down from the roof, landing steadily in front of the dilapidated temple.

It was a young man in a brown robe, no more than five feet tall, thin, with a small beard on his chin, and small eyes, looking a bit wretched.

It was none other than the Hundred-Faced Lord, Miao Renfeng!

He glanced at the broken corpses and limbs outside the dilapidated temple, especially paused on Xuan Ci's body for a moment. Looking at the scene of the separated corpses, Miao Renfeng pursed his lips.

When this black-clothed man fought with Xuan Ci before, he was watching from the top of the dilapidated temple. Even recalling that scene still made him feel lingering fear.

The group of people who had chased him like a stray dog before were easily and neatly solved by this black-clothed man.

And Xuan Ci, the monk who had easily injured him before and forced him to flee for his life, was actually beaten to death with his bare fists, and ended up bleeding from all seven orifices.

"I am Miao Renfeng, greetings... greetings to this Sky Survey Division's official!"

Miao Renfeng looked at the style of the Yanling Blade in Chen Yuan's hand, his eyes turned and he quickly bowed and clasped his fists, bending his waist very low.

"Miao Renfeng, who gave you this name?"

Chen Yuan glanced at the figure in front of the door.

"It... it was my dad who gave it to me."

Miao Renfeng said somewhat embarrassedly.

His name did sound a bit bad, but there was no way... his dad gave him this name, and he wasn't used to it at first, but he'd been called it for decades and was almost used to it.

"Well, it fits you very well."

Chen Yuan nodded.

With his appearance, plus this look and profession, he really didn't live up to the name.

"Sir, you're joking."

Miao Renfeng chuckled twice.

"Come closer..."

Chen Yuan ordered lightly.

Miao Renfeng's eyes were a little hesitant. His movement technique was outstanding. He had relied on a movement technique that was unrivaled among his peers to roam the martial world for many years. He had also escaped the encirclement of several Qingcheng Sword Sect people by this means.

He was confident that even masters at the Tiangang level couldn't catch up to him.

So instinctively, he was unwilling to approach Chen Yuan, because he... was too dangerous.

"Sir... sir, I'd rather..."

"Huh? Are you afraid I'll attack you?" Chen Yuan frowned, and a powerful aura rose from his body, staring closely at Miao Renfeng's eyes.

Feeling the man-eating gaze, Miao Renfeng felt like he was being stared at by a fierce beast, and couldn't help but feel a bit bitter in his heart.

He couldn't figure out Chen Yuan's strength, didn't know how strong he was, and was afraid that if he ran away, he would end up like the old monk Xuan Ci. Then he made up his mind and slowly walked into the dilapidated temple.

In his opinion, he had no grudges with this strongman who seemed to be from the Sky Survey Division. Speaking of which, he was saved by him, so there shouldn't be any danger.

But what he didn't know was that as he slowly walked over, a flash of blue light flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes.