chsdbacks Chapter 50 Xu Zhu is gone, Qiao Feng is here.
Chapter 50 Xu Zhu is gone, Qiao Feng is here.
"This is outrageous! Then let this humble monk go first and learn from Benefactor Luo's superior skills." Xuan Nan roared, and stomped his foot hard, shattering the hard bluestone slab!
He moved with the agility of an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, his monk's robe billowing, and unleashed a powerful Vajra Palm strike towards Russell.
Before the palm even landed, the wind from the palm had already risen, the palm strike was already complete, accompanied by the faint sound of wind and thunder.
As a high-ranking monk of the Xuan generation in Shaolin and the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, in terms of internal strength and palm power alone, there are no more than a handful of people in the martial arts world who can defeat Xuan Nan with a single palm strike. Now, facing Russell, he knows he is doomed to die, so he holds nothing back and concentrates all his life's power into this one palm strike, making it a true fight to the death!
"Send you on your way." Russell didn't waste any words. The scorching and domineering yang energy in his palm rose up and swung out to meet Xuan Nan.
The terrifying palm force compressed the air, and with the added power, it created a visible vacuum trajectory, like a terrifying invisible shockwave that burst forth suddenly.
The Great Vajra Palm is incredibly powerful. To put it bluntly, even the top martial arts master in the world today would not be able to withstand such a blow.
However, the palm force generated by the Great Vajra Palm crumbled instantly before Russell's palm strike, unable to even provide a moment's resistance.
Xuan Nan took the blow, and amidst the rapid cracking of his bones, a cloud of blood mist erupted. He was killed in mid-air, his body falling to the ground.
"Grandmaster Uncle!"
"No! Come back!"
Seeing this, the many novice monks of Shaolin Temple could no longer contain themselves. Enraged, they ignored Ma Dayuan's attempts to stop them and charged forward one by one, wielding long staffs and monk's knives.
The youngest of these novices was only a little over ten years old, and the oldest was only in his early twenties. But since they were armed and harbored murderous intent, they were mortal enemies, and Russell would not show any mercy.
He casually picked up a steel knife from the ground, gripped the hilt with one hand and pinched the tip with the other, and with a burst of internal energy, he snapped it in two. The steel knife instantly shattered into more than a dozen pieces of different sizes, which flew away with a whooshing sound.
The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh rang out one after another, and in the blink of an eye, more than twenty more corpses appeared.
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"..."
Is Xu Zhu among this group of novices?
Russell chuckled and shook his head. None of that mattered anymore. He stepped forward and continued walking towards the wooden platform.
Ma Dayuan stepped forward. The entire Shaolin Temple had been wiped out here, and he couldn't possibly let anyone else die before him.
"I'll die!" Ma Dayuan shouted, and just as he was about to make a move, he saw Lü Zhangfei pounce out from the side.
"Vice Leader! I'll go first..."
Even faster than Lü Zhang's boastful words was Russell's fist.
Russell, his face expressionless, delivered a straight punch that shattered Lü Zhang's skull.
He's a man who's about to die, yet he's still babbling on and on, acting like he's some kind of great and righteous person.
Anyone who didn't know better would think Russell was some kind of major villain.
However, this ambush also served as a wake-up call for him: he still needed to learn a powerful external martial art, preferably one that could kill a large number of people with a single move.
The martial arts of the Free and Unfettered Sect follow a light and graceful style. Whether it is the Tianshan Six Yang Palm or the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand, they are all martial arts used for one-on-one combat and are too difficult to kill people.
It's only because he has over seventy years of internal energy that it looks so powerful. If it were the Six Meridians Divine Sword, he would have killed all three thousand people long ago. Instead, he's been working hard for a long time, only to find that he's killed less than half of them.
"It's my turn now." Ma Dayuan took a deep look at Lü Zhang's headless corpse, his eyes filled with sorrow.
If he had suppressed the matter when the four elders and many branch leaders advised him to issue a challenge to heroes, perhaps the Beggars' Sect would not be suffering this calamity today.
He has let down the Beggars' Sect!
Therefore, when faced with Russell's palm strike, he did not even resist, but simply stood there with his eyes closed, waiting to die.
The force of the palm pierced through his heart and headed straight for Bai Shijing behind him.
Just as Bai Shijing was about to be beaten to death, a burly figure suddenly landed on the roof of the Juyi Hall.
"Young hero, don't!" the newcomer shouted, reaching out and grabbing Bai Shijing, who was standing still, forcefully pulling him to the side several feet away.
Russell's palm whistled past the edge of Bai Shijing's robe, and the fierce airflow landed on the Juyi Hall directly behind him.
With a loud bang, the entire wall, along with half of the roof, collapsed instantly, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, raising a cloud of dust.
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Russell squinted, looking at the roof.
On the roof of the Hall of Righteousness, a burly man stood proudly, exuding a heroic and indomitable spirit.
"Chief Qiao! Chief Qiao is back!" The surviving Beggars' Sect disciples in the square were silent for a moment, then erupted in cheers. A huge joy filled the hearts of everyone present, and many even wept with joy.
In their minds, as long as the gang leader returns, all problems can be solved.
Qiao Feng stood on the rooftop, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic headquarters square, a hint of self-reproach flashing in his eyes.
He landed on the ground, cupped his hands in greeting to the crowd, and said, "Gentlemen, it is Qiao Feng who is late!"
"Steve Jobs! You're finally back!"
"Boss! Kill him quickly! Avenge our brothers!"
Shouts rang out from the crowd, and even Weng Wuyan's eyes revealed a look of relief.
But Qiao Feng suppressed his agitation and, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, bowed to Russell and said:
"Young Master Luo, this time it was Qiao Feng's lax management that led to bloodshed in the martial world. My Beggar Clan owes you a debt. No matter how you deal with Qiao Feng, he will have no complaints. But please, Young Master, calm down for now and give him a chance to clean up his own sect. Once this matter is settled, whether he is killed or tortured, we will not hesitate."
"Boss, why is this?"
Upon hearing this, Bai Shijing and Wu Changfeng, along with the remaining Beggar Clan disciples and the group of martial arts practitioners who had come to help, were all stunned and stood there, not knowing what Qiao Feng meant.
Russell was the one who carried out the massacre, so how did it become the Beggars' Sect's fault? Why do they have to clean house and apologize to Russell?
Qiao Feng remained silent, only using his gaze to suppress the Beggars' Sect members who were becoming restless again.
A chill ran through Weng Wuyan's spine, rising straight to the top of his head, but he refused to believe that Qiao Feng would do such a thing.
Yes, absolutely not. This is the Beggars' Sect's century-old reputation. He is the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and he would never betray his own side. This must be a delaying tactic, it must be like this.
"Oh?" Russell raised an eyebrow, stopped what he was doing, and watched Qiao Feng's reaction with great interest.