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Qiao Feng clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His face was livid, his eyes were filled with anger and confusion, and he didn't know what to do.

The people of Lingjiu Palace were like evil spirits from hell, and they launched a bloody massacre in Shaolin.

The screams of the Shaolin monks rose one after another, but gradually became weaker, and the sound seemed like a sad song before life disappeared.

On the ground, broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the place, and blood was like a flood that gathered into a river. Under the merciless sunlight, it flashed a terrifying and dazzling red light, like purgatory on earth.

The Child-Fairy of Tianshan was like a mad demon, her palms constantly slapping out like a raging storm, and each slap carried the power to destroy the world.

Those Shaolin monks who tried to resist were like fragile ants under this force. They were instantly beaten into a bloody mess, a horrible sight.

Li Qiu Shui is like the cold-blooded god of death, with the long sword in her hand like a deadly snake. She shuttles through the crowd like a ghost, leaving blood splattered wherever she passes, like a flower of sin blooming on the road to the underworld.

Abbot Xuanci had wounds all over his body, and blood had soaked through his monk's robe. The robe, which originally symbolized compassion and solemnity, was now covered in blood.

He still held on to his wounded body, trying to use his strength to protect the terrified disciples behind him.

Xuanci's eyes were filled with sorrow, and he chanted: "Amitabha, the calamity of Shaolin is caused by karma..."

However, before he could finish his words, a mouthful of blood spurted out like an arrow, splashing a glaring red on the ground.

Ye Erniang was already exhausted in this chaotic battle, and blood was gushing out from her new wounds.

But she still shouted at Xu Zhu at the top of her lungs: "Child, go! Leave this place alone!"

After saying this, Ye Erniang was stabbed through the body by a disciple of Lingjiu Palace.

Xu Zhu, however, was in tears as he looked at the corpses of Ye Erniang and her fellow disciples scattered all over the ground and the people from Lingjiu Palace who were committing crimes, with flames of hatred burning in his eyes.

He roared in grief and anger: "I will not leave, I will live and die with Shaolin!"

At this moment, Tianshan Tonglao and Li Qiushui exerted their strength at the same time, and their powerful spiritual power rushed out like a raging tsunami, knocking down the remaining Shaolin monks like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

Abbot Xuanci was also knocked away by this force and fell heavily to the ground like a broken leaf.

He looked at the dead disciples around him, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed like a candle in the wind.

Xuan Ci murmured, "Shaolin... was ultimately destroyed by me..."

After saying this, he tilted his head and died suddenly.

With the death of Abbot Xuanci, Shaolin's last resistance collapsed, and the last Shaolin monk was brutally killed by the people of Lingjiu Palace.

The entire Shaolin fell into deathly silence, with only the smell of blood lingering in the air, like the haze of death.

Li Tian watched all this expressionlessly, as if the tragic scene before him was just a move on his chessboard, as cold as ice that had not melted for ten thousand years.

Qiao Feng's eyes were wide open, as if fire was about to burst out of them.

He rushed towards Li Tian again, roaring: "Li Tian, ​​you have committed such a sin, I will not let you go today!"

Before he finished speaking, he unleashed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The wind from his palms was whistling and the power was astonishing, as if it had the force to overwhelm a mountain and a sea.

Li Tian frowned slightly, and swung the spiritual sword in his hand. The sword shone brightly and easily blocked Qiao Feng's fierce attack.

He said contemptuously: "Brother Qiao, you are no match for me, stop struggling in vain."

When Xu Zhu saw Qiao Feng taking action, he suppressed his grief and joined the battle.

He roared at Li Tian: "You devil, I want revenge for Shaolin!"

As he spoke, Xu Zhu unleashed the Shaolin Arhat Fist with powerful blows, attacking Li Tian. Each punch was filled with his grief, anger and hatred.

However, in Li Tian's view, their attacks were too weak, like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Li Tian's figure was as fast as lightning, and he approached Xu Zhu in an instant. He thrust out the spiritual sword in his hand fiercely, and the sword pierced through Xu Zhu's chest like lightning.

Xu Zhu's eyes widened in disbelief, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and before he could recover from his shock, the light of his life disappeared like a candle in the wind, and he fell to the ground with a bang, splashing a cloud of dust.

Upon seeing this, Qiao Feng became furious and roared as if he was about to charge forward again. His angry roar seemed to tear the sky apart.

Li Tian put away his sword and stood up, raised his hand to stop him, and said indifferently: "Brother Qiao, I have no intention of being your enemy. Don't interfere in today's matter, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

Qiao Feng was furious, his eyes were red, "Li Tian, ​​you have massacred Shaolin, your crime is heinous, how can I let you go!"

Li Tian had no expression on his face and spoke in a cold tone: "Brother Qiao, you are a hero, I don't want to kill you. I had to do what I did today, so you can go."

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Qiao Feng and turned away.

Although Qiao Feng was filled with grief and anger, he knew very well that now was not the time to take revenge.

He picked up Xu Zhu's body, and the weight of the body seemed to be a thousand pounds, pressing on his heart.

Qiao Feng's eyes were filled with flames of hatred, and those flames seemed to burn the entire world to ashes.

He looked at Li Tian's departing back, clenched his teeth with a creaking sound, turned around and walked out of Shaolin Temple, each step filled with endless grief and indignation.

The bloody hell behind him will become an indelible mark of hatred in his heart, engraved deeply in the depths of his soul like a branding iron.

Spiritual power surged in Li Tian's hands, and as the light flickered, an entrance to a small world flashing with mysterious light appeared in front of him. The light was like a dream, as if hiding endless mysteries.

The people in Lingjiu Palace were like busy ants, continuously sending the looted property into the palace.

Li Tian's eyes were cold. In his eyes, those priceless treasures seemed just a pile of worthless stones, just tools for him to achieve his goals.

After all the valuables were stored in the small world, Li Tian took a last look at the ruined Shaolin. The former solemnity and sacredness were gone, leaving only endless misery.

He whispered to himself: "This is just the beginning. The world will change because of me."

After saying that, Li Tian took everyone from Lingjiu Palace away. The figure gradually disappeared in the distance, leaving behind only the ruined Shaolin.

In the martial arts world, the news of the Shaolin massacre and the seizure of property spread like a whirlwind, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake. The martial arts world was suddenly plunged into uproar and panic, and everyone was in danger, as if a dark haze had shrouded the entire martial arts world.

After returning to Lingjiu Palace, Li Tian began to make arrangements in an orderly manner, asking Tianshan Tonglao and Li Qiushui to prepare to migrate plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum to the small world.

Everything was arranged, and Li Tian flashed and teleported to Mantuo Villa.

He took Li Qingluo, Wang Yuyan and Li Qiuge to Lingjiu Palace. The process was quick and mysterious, as if it happened in just the blink of an eye.