A master of comedy!

High above, the wind howled.

Amidst the vast sea of ​​clouds and sky, even the colossal true form of the Demon Buddha appeared much smaller, though it was still a behemoth compared to Zhou Sheng.

"My name is Zhou Sheng, fellow Daoist, please."

However, even when faced with such a terrifying opponent, Zhou Sheng remained calm and composed, riding on auspicious five-colored clouds, and even asked the opponent to make the first move.

"The God of Drama, Zhou Sheng..."

After being blown by the strong wind, the furious Ying Fantian seemed to have calmed down a little, but his demonic intent only increased instead of decreasing.

He gazed at the tall, upright figure in a blue robe, without any surprise in his eyes, clearly having already guessed Zhou Sheng's identity.

Earthly immortals are extremely rare. Who else could be so close to the Holy Maiden and so willing to stand up for her, besides the God of Drama who has been missing for twenty years?
"You made a huge mistake, but you shouldn't have killed my son!"

"Heh, when he plotted to harm Jinse, he should have been prepared to be killed in return. Those who harm others will always be harmed in return. You're an old hand in the game, don't you even have this much common sense?"

"Nonsense! My son didn't intend to harm her. He just wanted to marry that vixen. Besides, to become my son's woman is a blessing she has earned through three lifetimes of good deeds, an opportunity and destiny that countless people dream of—"

Before he could finish speaking, the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder began to bombard him like a torrential rain, turning the surrounding area of ​​ten thousand feet into a purple lightning swamp!
Boom!

The rolling thunder shook the land for miles, and the entire sky seemed to be cut into fragments by the crisscrossing lightning.

When that demonic figure burst out of the sea of ​​lightning, its body was covered with charred marks, and even one of its ears was broken.

But the pain only fueled its demonic power, making it even more formidable, its gaze fixed on the figure who was making a lightning hand seal.

"What a demonic Buddha's true form! Now, we should be able to go all out... and have some fun."

Zhou Sheng sensed the overwhelming pressure, but instead of being alarmed, he was delighted, and his golden dragon eyes flickered with flames of excitement.

He voluntarily removed the Golden Light Divine Incantation from Longhu Mountain, but the golden light on his body not only did not dim, but became even more dazzling, as if every inch of his skin was plated with golden waves.

He made a sword gesture with one hand and a thunder seal with the other. At the same time, the majestic image of Guan Yu appeared behind him, holding a green dragon, with a disdainful look in his eyes, stroking his beard.

With no more reservations, Zhou Sheng finally let loose and pushed his millennia-old cultivation to its limit, unleashing an unprecedented and terrifying power.

Despite his insignificant size, he caused even the arrogant demon Buddha to feel a sense of awe, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.

However, he remained fearless and instead let out an even more deafening roar. But the next moment, an even more powerful and resonant voice rang out.

"Hey!!!"

With a roar like a dragon and a tiger, the dragon shattered Ying Fantian's protective demonic flames and the Heavenly Buddha Wheel, causing him to freeze briefly.

Zhou Sheng's gaze was mocking. "You're not the only one who can yell. When it comes to vocal skills, their underhanded trickery lineage is second to none in the world."

He reached out and drew his sword.

Guan Yu, on the other hand, opens his eyes and kills.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade, like a streak of azure light cleaving through chaos, instantly split the myriad clouds in two. The overwhelming blade light condensed into a single line, striking the relic of the true form of the Demon Buddha.

If you yell again, I'll chop your head off!

……

"What... exactly happened?"

"Who exactly betrayed the Holy Church?"

"Judging from the sect leader's expression just now, it seems that the young master is indeed... more than just his adopted son..."

As the two Earth Immortals clashed in the heavens, the Longhua Sect members finally regained their freedom, and the feeling of being unable to breathe gradually disappeared.

They discussed amongst themselves, their eyes filled with confusion, unsure of whom to believe.

"Brothers in the sect, listen to my command! Everyone lay down your weapons and do not point them at your own brothers!"

Jinse stepped forward and gave the order, immediately causing some people to drop their weapons.

However, some loyal followers of the cult leader refused to give up, firmly believing that their invincible cult leader would surely return victorious.

Another group of people are still undecided.

"Don't be fooled, everyone! That man in blue is definitely not one of our sect's members. Have you all forgotten how he killed the two Dharma Kings?" someone shouted loudly, his words impassioned, which indeed aroused the suspicion of many people.

"Moreover, there's also Dharma King Su. He's the Buddha Mother's confidant. How could he possibly be involved in framing the Holy Maiden?"

"In my opinion, the Holy Maiden has been bewitched by that man, which is why the three Dharma Kings had no choice but to join forces against her..."

Seeing that many people were beginning to side with the cult leader, Jinse not only did not offer any explanation, but instead watched quietly as the cult leader's cronies cheered and shouted slogans.

Su Yulong's pupils narrowed upon seeing this.

Of the three Dharma Kings, only he was still alive. He was the most seriously injured at the beginning, severely wounded by Zhou Sheng's Heaven-Turning Seal, and his Dao Heart was also shattered.

That's what kept him alive until now.

Knowing Jinse well, he understood perfectly that when the Holy Maiden revealed such a calm and undisturbed look in her eyes, that was precisely when she was at her most terrifying.

Back in Qinglong Gorge, when she used the song "Ambush from Ten Sides" to send tens of thousands of Da Xuan cavalry to their deaths, she had this same look in her eyes.

The fact that the Holy Maiden was regarded as a true disciple by the Buddha Mother shows that she was never an ordinary woman.

As expected, faced with increasingly unfavorable public opinion, Jinse observed quietly and then made only one response.

He sat down and began to play the zither.

Clang~
The first notes of the zither seemed to burst forth from three feet beneath the ice; the fingertips pressed not against silk strings, but against a great river stained red with countless corpses.

boom!
The person who was talking the most enthusiastically, with his eyebrows dancing wildly, suddenly exploded and turned into a pile of minced meat.

The zither suddenly rose, like half a sword blade suddenly drawn in the night, the blade still hidden in its sheath, but the light had already pierced the darkness.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...

One after another, figures exploded, turning into a pile of flesh and blood in the most cruel and bloody way, splattering everywhere.

At this point, they finally remembered in horror that this was the prelude to "House of Flying Daggers".

Last time, a single melody killed tens of thousands of people. How many will die this time?
"Holy Maiden, I waited in vain!"

"I surrender, I surrender!"

This horrific scene finally instilled fear in those who had been secretly instigating the chaos, causing them to lay down their weapons and kowtow in utter begging for mercy.

Even after they submitted, the demonic chants never stopped.

One after another, figures exploded like fireworks. After only half a song was played, the entire Longhua headquarters was almost turned into a pool of blood.

And that white gauze dress remained as white as frost and snow, untouched by dust.

"Stop killing! Stop killing!"

Su Yulong said with a pained look in his eyes, "These are all brothers in the sect, the elite who will overthrow the Great Xuan in the future!"

Jinse finally stopped playing the zither, but did not remove her fingers. Her fair fingertips remained on the strings, and her glassy eyes gazed at him quietly as she spoke clearly.

"Then please, Venerable Su, explain in detail..."

"Who is really harming whom?"

Su Yulong fell silent, his gaze hesitant.

When he saw Jinse continue plucking the strings, he finally spoke the truth with trembling lips, as if resigned to his fate.

"It was me. I secretly sided with the sect leader, then colluded with Zi Yi and Zhu Yi to poison the Holy Maiden, intending to capture her... and hand her over to the young master..."

The music finally stopped.

Jinse slowly rose and walked, her body radiating moonlight, and the bloodstains automatically receded wherever she went, leaving not even the soles of her shoes.

She said in a soft but undeniable voice, "From this day forward, the Longhua Sect can only have one voice."

"Which one... do you choose to listen to?" (End of Chapter)