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The sweeping monk looked at Murong Fu with a serious face: "Murong Fu, you are wrong. The road to restoring the country is a delusion. Look at you now. You are controlled by obsession and do whatever it takes. You have fallen into a place of no return. I will not help you, but only stop you from doing evil."

Murong Fu's face was grim: "What did you say? Since you are the ancestor, why don't you help me? Everything I do is to restore my country."

Li Tian sneered: "Murong Fu, don't you understand? Your dream of restoring the country has long been distorted. For this dream, you have hurt so many innocent people."

Ye Erniang hugged Xu Zhu tightly and spat, "Humph, none of you in the Murong family are good people. You all want to use others to achieve your own goals."

Xuan Ci put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Mr. Murong, let go of your obsession and turn back."

The sweeping monk looked at Murong Fu, his eyes full of compassion: "Murong Fu, let it go. I will spend the rest of my life repenting for the sins of the Murong family. Don't be stubborn anymore."

Murong Fu seemed to have fallen into madness. He shouted, "No! I will never give up. You all must make way for me to restore my country."

As he spoke, he forced his spiritual power to circulate, and the spiritual power in his body became disordered. It was obvious that he was making a final struggle.

Just as Murong Fu was forcibly circulating his spiritual power and falling into madness, a gleam of determination suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Sweeping Monk.

While everyone's attention was on Murong Fu, he swung the dry wooden cane in his hand violently, and a sharp spiritual power shot towards Li Tian's back like an arrow, at a speed that was astonishingly fast.

Li Tian seemed to have sensed something, and the moment the spiritual power approached, he flashed and avoided the fatal blow.

He looked at the sweeping monk with cold eyes: "Humph, I knew you had bad intentions, Murong Longcheng. After all, you still can't let go of your obsession with restoring your country, and you even dared to launch a sneak attack on me."

The sweeping monk had a gloomy expression on his face: "Li Tian, ​​if you don't die, you will definitely ruin the Murong family's plan. Don't blame me for being ruthless."

As he spoke, his body moved like lightning, waving his crutch and attacking Li Tian again. Spiritual energy surged on the crutch, and every strike contained powerful force.

Li Tian's expression was grim, and the spiritual sword in his hand condensed again, meeting the attack of the Sweeping Monk.

The two men fought each other instantly, and the shock wave generated by the collision of spiritual power spread in all directions, and the people around them dodged.

"Why is the master so stubborn?"

Upon seeing this, Qiao Feng shouted loudly and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to attack the Sweeping Monk, trying to stop him.

But the Sweeping Monk was determined to get rid of Li Tian, ​​so he ignored Qiao Feng's attack and just attacked Li Tian with all his strength.

Li Tian was not to be outdone. He increased his spiritual power to the extreme and his swordsmanship became extremely sharp.

In a fierce collision, Li Tian seized the opportunity and stabbed the Sweeping Monk's weak spot with his spiritual sword.

The Sweeping Monk wanted to dodge, but it was too late. The spiritual sword pierced straight into his chest.

The sweeping monk widened his eyes, full of disbelief: "How...how is it possible?"

Li Tian drew out his spiritual sword and looked at the sweeping monk coldly as he fell down: "This is the result of your stubbornness."

As the Sweeping Monk fell, the scene fell into dead silence, and everyone was so shocked by this sudden change that they were speechless.

Murong Fu also stood there in a daze, the madness in his eyes gradually replaced by fear.

While everyone was still shocked by the death of the Sweeping Monk, he turned around and wanted to escape.

His figure flashed and turned into a stream of light, flying towards the edge of the venue. He looked back as he flew, his eyes full of panic.

How could Li Tian let him escape? He snorted coldly: "Want to run?" He chased after him like a ghost.

Li Tian's speed was faster than Murong Fu's and he closed the distance in the blink of an eye.

Murong Fu felt Li Tian approaching from behind and was horrified.

He frantically took out various magic weapons from his arms and threw them back, trying to stop Li Tian.

For a moment, all kinds of light and spiritual power impacts erupted between the two of them, but none of them could stop Li Tian from moving forward.

Li Tian waved the spiritual sword in his hand and dissolved the attacks of those magic weapons one after another.

He shouted: "Murong Fu, your doom has come!"

After saying that, the spiritual sword in Li Tian's hand shone brightly, and a huge spiritual sword energy slashed towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu looked at the sword energy coming at him in despair. He wanted to resist, but found that his spiritual power had been exhausted in the previous chaos.

The sword energy hit him instantly and pierced through his body.

Murong Fu's mouth was filled with blood, and his eyes gradually dimmed: "I... am unwilling..."

Before he could finish his words, he died and his body fell from the air.

At this moment, everyone in the meeting hall came to their senses and looked at Murong Fu's body, sighing at the tragedy of this incident.

Li Tian slowly flew back to the center of the venue. With a stern expression, he looked at everyone.

He said loudly: "The Murong family's conspiracy has been crushed. I hope there will be fewer disputes like this in the martial arts world."

Ye Erniang hugged Xu Zhu tightly and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, this demon is finally dead."

Qiao Feng nodded slightly: "Brother Li, this time it is all thanks to you, but after this chaos, it will probably take some time for the martial arts world to return to peace."

Abbot Xuanci closed his eyes and muttered something to pray for the dead to be reborn.

Xu Zhu watched all this, his eyes filled with emotion about the impermanence of life.

Li Tian finished speaking, but did not stop there. His gaze suddenly turned and fell on Abbot Xuan Ci, and the coldness in his eyes became even stronger.

"Humph, today's Shaolin Conference is meant to uncover many conspiracies and crimes. Xuanci, you are a high-ranking Buddhist monk, but you committed the crime of adultery and had an illegitimate child with Ye Erniang. Such behavior has tarnished the purity of Buddhism. How can Shaolin keep you?"

Li Tian's voice was icy cold, echoing in the silent conference hall, striking everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

Abbot Xuanci's face was pale. He clasped his hands together and slowly closed his eyes: "Amitabha, I have committed serious sins and am willing to be punished. But I hope that Mr. Li Tian will not vent his anger on the Shaolin monks. They are all innocent people."

However, Li Tian was unmoved. His spiritual power surged again, and he said fiercely: "The wealth accumulated by Shaolin over the years is all the hard-earned money of the people. They are doing such greedy things under the guise of compassion. Today, I will confiscate these ill-gotten gains and return them to the people!"

Li Tian's voice echoed in the conference hall, and many people showed complicated looks in their eyes after hearing it.