Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

The stick struck the ball of energy with a dull thud, much like hitting a ball of cotton.

The eighteen monks all practiced a style of martial arts that was powerful and forceful. Their heavy attacks were blocked by such force, which made them very uncomfortable, and they had nowhere to release their surging energy.

Before he could retract the staff, Yue Zhuoqun twisted his hand, and the other end of the staff seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, spinning wildly.

Pulled by the rotating force, the monks were spun into the air and collided uncontrollably.

Bang bang bang!

The impact of their bodies left them dizzy and disoriented, unable to grip the sticks anymore, their bodies flying as they crashed to the ground.

hum!

Yue Zhuoqun used the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" technique, manipulating the Qi Mei staff with spiraling force, and thrust it towards the eighteen martial monks.

The monks, who had just rolled over and were about to stand up after being slammed to the ground, didn't even have time to react before their own staffs struck them in the chest.

Puff, puff...

Each stick was as thick as a rolling pin, yet it pierced right through their flesh, carrying them more than ten meters away with the force of the blows, a truly gruesome sight.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Yue, please show mercy and invite us into the temple for a chat."

A thunderous sound emanated from the temple, the bells under the eaves of the Buddha hall jingled, and the trees outside the temple shook.

"Hehe, Monk Fangzheng, you've finally deigned to show yourself."

Yue Zhuoqun paused on the ground with his toes and leaped directly into the temple.

There were even more Shaolin disciples in the temple, all holding sticks as if facing a formidable enemy. However, Yue Zhuoqun didn't even glance at them, staring straight ahead at a group of high monks dressed in bright red robes.

These people wearing cassocks are the true essence of Shaolin; each of them possesses martial arts skills that are no less than those of the Three Jewels.

Master Fangzheng is positioned in the center, with a dignified and benevolent face.

He sighed, placed his right hand in front of his chest, and fiddled with his prayer beads in his left: "Benefactor Yue, there are many misunderstandings between our two sects. Let's clear things up and not have any rash thoughts of killing!"

"Misunderstanding? When you Shaolin were causing me trouble, you labeled me a demon. Now that I'm causing you trouble, you call it a misunderstanding? You think it's so easy?"

"The demon's words are simply idle gossip from martial arts practitioners that our temple has been misled by."

Some time ago, Benefactor Yue led your sect's disciples to wipe out the Japanese pirates, causing the destruction of many small sects.

This incident aroused dissatisfaction among some martial arts practitioners, so they asked Shaolin Temple to intervene and stop it.

"Because I acted out of compassion, I didn't verify the facts enough, which led to my mistake and this conflict."

"Did the martial arts world send you to intervene, or did Zhu Wushi and Cao Zhengchun send you?" Yue Zhuoqun asked with a mocking expression. "Since you've become their lackey, why not just admit it openly!"

Fang Zheng paused, his kind face turning into a fierce expression: "Sect Leader Yue, I have already treated you with respect, why are you still so aggressive? Our fighting will only harm both factions. The right path is to resolve our hatred and live in peace."

"Shaolin once used the Sunflower Manual to cause a bloodbath in my Huashan Sect, resulting in the deaths of nearly a thousand disciples and their blood staining the entire Jade Maiden Peak red. Can such hatred be resolved?"

Fang Zheng's expression froze, and a hint of panic appeared in the eyes of the several senior monks beside him.

"The leak of the Sunflower Manual was not Shaolin's original intention."

The sword-qi battle between your sects can only be blamed on Yue Su and Cai Zifeng for not being able to control their greed and stealing the contents of the secret manual!

"Sect Leader Yue is blaming Shaolin; when you're determined to find fault, you can always find a pretext!"

"What a fine fabricated charge! No matter what Shaolin has done or how much harm it has caused, you can always find a reason to justify your innocence. I, Yue, truly admire your despicable behavior."

"Does Sect Leader Yue truly have no desire for a peaceful resolution?"

"If you want a peaceful resolution, you can open the Scripture Pavilion and let me read it for a month. Then, you can hold a martial arts conference, admit your mistakes to the entire martial arts world, and publicly apologize to Mount Hua. After that, you can close your mountain gates for a hundred years and never interfere in any affairs of the martial arts world again."

"Delusion!"

"You greedy and insatiable Yue Buqun, what do you take my Shaolin Temple for? Do you really think you can run wild here?"

The senior monks around Fang Zheng were all furious.

Viewing the martial arts manuals in the library, issuing a public apology, or closing the mountain for a century—any one of these would hit them where it hurts!

"I knew you wouldn't agree, but I'm not here to negotiate."

"I'm going to the library now, and anyone who tries to stop me will die!"

Chapter 70 Overpowering Shaolin

After Yue Zhuoqun finished speaking, he said no more and strode forward.

"How arrogant! Let the five of you see how you can spout such nonsense!" With a loud shout, five large monks leaped out from behind Fang Zheng.

These five are the five great guardian elders of Shaolin Temple, namely Wulong, Wuhu, Wushi, Wuxiang, and Wubao.

They were in the air, their bright red robes unfurling and covering Yue Zhuoqun's body.

Beneath the robes, a fierce wind raged, and each used their own methods.

Wulong formed his hands into claws, aiming at Yue Zhuoqun's throat and Tianling acupoint respectively. His fingertips shimmered with golden light, as if they had truly transformed into two dragon claws.

This is the Dragon Claw Hand, one of the 72 Shaolin Arts.

This claw technique is ancient, easy to learn, and extremely powerful.

With just a little skill, one can easily peel off tree bark and crush stones.

When mastered, the fingers are comparable to steel claws, capable of easily piercing through gold and splitting rocks. With just a light swipe, one can shatter iron armor and crush iron plates into iron balls.

Without the tiger, the hands form palms, and a gentle clapping is like two large doors opening, separating heaven and earth.

The palm strike roared, the force transforming into two gusts of wind that seemed to tear a person's body in two, as it violently slammed into Yue Zhuoqun's chest.

This palm technique is a double-strike palm strike!

Wuxiang's arms spun and chased, his palms drawing two large circles in the air, weaving through flowers and flying leaves with great force and speed.

The large circle of his hand encircled Yue Zhuoqun's arms, forcing him to be unable to use any moves to counterattack.

This is the Shaolin Double Circle Hand, whose power is in no way inferior to the One-Slap Two-Scatter Palm.

The skills displayed by Wu Shi and Wu Bao were equally impressive. One used the Eight Divine Palms, each move aimed at Yue Zhuoqun's fatal weaknesses, while the other used the Shadowless Leg, which fiercely attacked Yue Zhuoqun's lower body.

Five people, using five of the seventy-two unique skills, each with unparalleled power.

If it were an ordinary person, being surrounded like this, they would either panic or at least temporarily retreat.

After all, two fists can't beat four hands, and this is eight hands and two feet; there's not even enough time to counter each move.

However, Yue Zhuoqun showed no sign of panic and directly used the Ambidextrous Technique, employing two different martial arts techniques with each hand.

Raise your left hand and perform the "Transfer Flower to Jade" technique.

The arm slipped perfectly between Wulong's hands, and a spiraling energy surged, enveloping his claws.

The claws that were attacking his crown and throat were immediately deflected.

Furthermore, he used his spiraling energy to control Wulong's moves, changing the direction of his attack. He grabbed Wuhu's head on the left with one hand and Wuxiang's throat on the right with the other, forcing the two to hastily withdraw their palms to defend.

Meanwhile, Yue Zhuoqun unleashed the Five Ultimate Divine Skills with his right hand, attacking Wu Shi's Eight Divine Palm Strikes.

His opponent launched eight consecutive attacks on his vital points, but his Five Ultimate Divine Skills transformed into eight different attacks, including palm strikes, fist strikes, finger strikes, claw strikes, and grappling techniques. He not only completely neutralized the opponent's moves but also countered the opponent's arm joints and several major acupoints.

When the eighth attack comes, use a grappling technique to lock the neck.

With a snap, the lion's head flipped over, and it lay dead on the spot.

Yue Zhuoqun's hands and feet were constantly moving.

With his feet moving in a myriad of shapes, he dodged all of Wu Bao's shadow-like kicks. The instant he finished off Wu Shi, his right hand immediately transformed into a single finger and pointed downwards.

laugh!

The golden finger strike was incredibly swift. Wu Bao, who was attacking from a low position, had just raised his head when he heard the sound of the wind when the finger strike struck the center of his forehead.

Bang!

Wu Bao's body slid backward, blood gushing from the holes in his fingers, his eyes wide open in death.

The remaining three, Wulong and his companion, were horrified and fully realized how terrifying Yue Zhuoqun was.

I had heard Kong say that Yue Zhuoqun killed dozens of masters with a single sword strike, and I was still somewhat skeptical.

Furthermore, not seeing Yue Zhuoqun with his sword in hand, they subconsciously underestimated him, thinking that even if they, the five guardian elders, were no match for him, they could still keep Yue Zhuoqun at bay.

In just a few rounds, the two junior brothers were killed on the spot.

"Abbot, fellow disciples, this demon's martial arts are too strange! Quickly, attack together!" Wulong struggled to break free from the spiraling energy's restraints and shouted loudly.

Actually, he didn't need to shout; Fang Zheng and the others couldn't sit still any longer.

"Everyone, let's join forces to capture the demon!"

Fang Zheng roared and swung out both palms.

When he first struck out with his palms, the movement was light and airy, but halfway through, he felt his fingertips tremble slightly, and instantly one palm became four, and four palms became eight.

By the time the palm shadows reached Yue Zhuoqun, they had already transformed into layers of palm shadows, completely covering the entire area.

This is the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm of Shaolin, which is definitely among the top of the 72 Shaolin Arts.

Following closely behind Fang Zheng was an old Zen master with a somber face. He appeared unassuming and frail, but his first move revealed profound skill.

This old monk was named Zen Master Dabei, and his abilities were in no way inferior to those of Fangzheng.