Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

"Boom~"

With a loud bang, the camouflage array was broken. Liu Nange, Zheng Xiaoqiao, and He Ling hurried out of the tent.

The revealing woman and the woman in flowery clothes staggered to the side of the five people. Ma Zhan looked at them warily, a red light flashed in his left eye, and he confirmed that the two were indeed injured, so he did not stop them.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and three tall bald men appeared in front of everyone, holding a Zen staff, an iron rod, and a sword in their hands respectively.

The three men looked Zheng Xiaoqiao and He Ling from top to bottom with lustful eyes.

Ma Zhan frowned at the behavior of the three people, "Who are they?"

"Poor monk Tantric Buddha, without greed"

No anger

"No Stupidity"

After introducing himself, Wu Tan, holding a Zen staff, stepped forward. "Are you Qing Hu?"

Just as Lu Zhu said, Ma Zhan’s identity as the second-to-last person did give him some fame, especially the silver mask, which was very recognizable.

"Yes~"

Wu Tan grinned and said even more brazenly: "You colluded with the disciples of Fengdu to harm my brothers Wu Se and Wu E. Hand over the two Fengdu witches, and I can spare your life."

Ma Zhan chuckled, "They are right there, I didn't hide them."

Wu Tan pounded the ground with his staff and said, "You are also accomplices in the death of my junior brothers Wu Se and Wu E. Don't even think about getting away with it.

The masked woman and the female disciple from Mount Emei will return with us to the Kuku Temple to receive the baptism of the Dharma."

Wu Tan's words touched Ma Zhan's nerves. He glared and no longer concealed his murderous intent. An invisible momentum shocked Wu Tan, making him take half a step back.

"you wanna die."

"Buzz, buzz~" The swallow-wing crossbow in the sleeve was activated, and three short arrows were shot at the faces of Wu Chen and Wu Chi respectively.

Ma Zhan waved the tiger stick, accompanied by two tiger roars, and two streams of true energy intertwined and flew towards Wu Tan.

Ma Zhan followed closely behind, skimming the water like a dragonfly. After Wu Chen knocked the short arrow away with his iron stick, he suddenly felt a chill in his abdomen. He looked down and was horrified to find a black dagger inserted into his abdomen.

Ma Zhan rushed towards Wu Tan and threw a dagger. Since he had the intention to kill him, he might as well get rid of him first.

Wu Chen opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out. He looked at Ma Zhan, who was currently engaged in a fight with Wu Tan. He couldn't understand why his own Buddhist protective Qi couldn't even block a dagger.

Ma Zhan held the tiger's head in his hand, channeling his true energy, and the tiger's tail spun out. Wu Tan, who had just withstood two strong winds, saw a fire dragon, claws and fangs bared, rushing towards his face.

Ma Zhan held the tiger paw in one hand and cut a cross with the short knife in his left hand. Wu Chi, who was about to rush to help Wu Tan, was forced back by the cross knife wind.

He placed the Wu Tan Zen staff in front of him, put his hands together, and made a rotating Buddhist swastika, emitting golden light - the Golden Bell Cover.

With a "dang" sound, the tiger's tail struck out a golden ripple that spread out.

He pressed the tiger's head with his right hand and pushed it forward. The golden bell was pushed back a few steps. Wu Tan clasped his hands together and stood firmly inside the bell.

Ma Zhan's left hand had grown a branch, and he pointed it to his side. A dozen wind blades, mixed with a beam of lightning, burst from the branch towards Wu Chi.

"Dang, dang~chi~" Wu Chi's sword only blocked three stitches before flying out of his hand. Struck by lightning, Wu Chi was instantly paralyzed, and then dismembered by the wind blades.

The tragic sight of Wu Chi being dismembered made Wu Tan's eyes wide open in anger. He saw a silver mask suddenly appear in front of Wu Chen and pulled out a dagger from Wu Chen's abdomen.

Wu Chen's death horrified Wu Tan. He didn't even see when the boy made his move, and his junior brother Wu Chen died in his hands without anyone noticing.

The sudden outburst of multiple emotions made Wu Tan extremely afraid of the silver mask. He gave up on actively untying his hands and quickly took out his license plate. At the same time, the golden Buddhist swastika also disappeared.

Just as he crushed the license plate, the dagger cut his left arm.

Wu Tan, who landed on the crystal platform, felt lucky. As he walked down the crystal platform, he was thinking about how to spread the news that Qing Hu had slaughtered the sect's disciples in the Yinlu Division.

When he was about ten steps away from the Master of Yuchang Sword, he paused, looked at the wound on his left hand in disbelief, and reluctantly uttered the last sound of his life.

"Yes, it's poisonous..."

Yuchang Sword Master stepped over to Wu Tan and clearly sensed that Wu Tan was no longer alive. He looked at Cui Fujun with a questioning look, "Is this necessary?"

Cui Fujun spread his hands and said, "This monk obviously died of poisoning. We in Fengdu only have corpse poison, but not such a deadly poison that kills instantly."

The Master of Yuchang Sword took a look at the wound on Wutan's left arm. Such a shallow wound could leave a fifth-grade master with no chance of resistance.

"Could it be the Tang Sect?"

Ma Zhan took back his six crossbow arrows, threw the bodies of Wu Chen and Wu Chi in front of everyone, and carefully cleaned up the fight scene.

Aside from Zheng Xiaoqiao, everyone present was stunned by Ma Zhan's ruthlessness. In just a few breaths, he had killed two fifth-rank masters of Tantric Buddhism without a second thought.

Judging from his proficiency in killing, destroying, and cleaning up the scene, he was clearly very experienced. This was a "good habit" he had developed after killing so many people.

Ma Zhan glared at the revealing woman and the woman in flowery clothes, obviously blaming them for causing trouble for him. However, Ma Zhan did not bother them.

Even if Wu Se and Wu E, the two foreign monks, had not died at Ma Zhan's hands, Ma Zhan would have been an accomplice. It was mainly Wu Tan and the others who were seeking death. Coveting Ma Zhan's woman was no different from wanting his life.

The sudden outburst of Ma Zhan's strength frightened the exposed woman so much that she trembled in fear. She never dared to call Ma Zhan "little husband" again.

"Lin Yuejing, a disciple of Fengdu, thanks Master Qinghu."

"Lin Yuejing?" Ma Zhan frowned. "What's your relationship with Lin Yueshu from Mount Emei?"

Lin Yuejing answered truthfully: "She is my sister."

No wonder she disguised herself as Lin Yueshu with almost no flaws. Wu Se and Wu E must have coveted Lin Yueshu's beauty and fallen for her tricks.

Liu Nange, who was frightened, calmed down and reminded: "If Wu Tan escapes, Ku Ku Temple will seek revenge on you in the future."

Ma Zhan looted the bodies of Wu Chen and Wu Chi while saying, "He's dead, and he died before he could say anything."

Ma Zhan was confident in the poison on the dagger. Since the dagger was seized, no one in Bai had been able to survive having their skin pierced by it.

Ma Zhan handed the two people's weapons and storage Buddhist beads to Zheng Xiaoqiao, and threw the two bodies in front of Lin Yuejing.

"Handle it cleanly, leaving no trace."

Lin Yuejing nodded, then said: "Xiaohua, one for each of you."