The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

Lu Yao naturally wouldn't let Murong Bo escape so easily; this was a pretty good source of power for the world.

"Murong Bo, why are you hiding your true colors? Brother Murong misses you very much."

Lu Yao glanced at Murong Fu, then looked at Murong Bo with great interest.

"Murong Bo? Wasn't he already dead?"

"Yes, I even attended his memorial service."

The martial arts practitioners present looked at Murong Bo, who was dressed in black, with suspicion after hearing Lu Yao's words.

Murong Bo's expression was uncertain as he stared intently at Lu Yao.

Even if he manages to escape today, his faked death will arouse suspicion, and if someone wants to investigate, how can he keep it hidden?

All the preparations made over the years were ruined because of Lu Yao. How could Murong Bo not hate him?

"You talkative brat, die!"

Murong Bo grew angrier the more he thought about it, and his true energy surged, condensing into a palm strike that slashed towards Lu Yao.

Seeing Murong Bo make a move, Lu Yao's lips curled up. He wanted to provoke Murong Bo into attacking so that he could expose his identity.

"This person actually knows the Vajra Palm technique!"

Just as Murong Bo made his move, the Shaolin monks' expressions changed, their faces filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"Abbot, who exactly is this person, and why does he know our Shaolin's secret techniques?"

Xuan Ci frowned as he carefully examined Murong Bo.

"This person's Dali Vajra Palm technique is not from Shaolin."

After observing carefully, Xuan Ci suddenly spoke up.

"Does the abbot mean that this person stole our Shaolin's secret techniques?"

The other high monks all changed their expressions drastically, looking at Xuanci in disbelief.

"When this person uses the Dali Vajra Palm, his palm force is wild and unrestrained, without any skill, which is definitely not what our Shaolin school teaches."

Xuan Ci spoke with absolute certainty, concluding that Murong Bo's Vajra Palm technique was something he had stolen.

As a school with a long history and profound heritage, Shaolin naturally has its own unique methods and techniques for teaching martial arts, which are by no means as simple as just learning from secret manuals.

In other words, Murong Bo had extremely high martial arts talent and was able to master it with the stolen manual. For an ordinary person, without guidance, it would be extremely difficult to master it.

Faced with the whistling palm strike, Lu Yao's expression remained unchanged.

With a casual wave of his hand, Lu Yao caused the Dali Vajra Palm strike to vanish as if it had never existed.

Upon seeing this, Murong Bo's expression changed drastically. He immediately stopped his steps, which were about to approach Lu Yao, and retreated rapidly.

The Shaolin monks watching from the sidelines were also stunned.

"Could it be that the person who stole the technique only learned the superficial aspects of the Vajra Palm, merely possessing its appearance without substance?"

A Shaolin monk who had mastered the Vajra Palm technique spoke with some uncertainty after seeing Lu Yao easily dispel Murong Bo's palm strike.

Murong Bo, who was most deeply affected, looked at Lu Yao with great apprehension.

He practiced his own unique skills; how could he not know their power?

"This man is not someone you can defeat by force!"

Murong Bo couldn't see through Lu Yao, and his idea of ​​dealing with Lu Yao vanished. He turned around and ran away.

"Did I let you go?"

Lu Yao chuckled softly when he saw that Murong Bo was trying to run away again.

In an instant, Lu Yao's true energy condensed, and the Northern Darkness Divine Art directly absorbed Murong Bo, causing him to lose control of his true energy.

"The Northern Darkness Divine Art! You're from the Free and Unfettered Sect!"

Murong Bo looked at Lu Yao with a horrified expression and shouted in disbelief.

Murong Bo was very familiar with the various forces in the martial arts world, and he also had a deep understanding of the martial arts techniques of the major sects.

Xiaoyaozi once made a great name for himself in the martial arts world with his Beiming Divine Skill, and his disciple Wuyazi was also a prominent figure in the martial arts world in his early years.

However, as times have changed, their fame has gradually faded into obscurity.

Therefore, Murong Bo knew about the Northern Darkness Divine Art, but he had never seen it.

Seeing Lu Yao's martial arts skills, he immediately thought of that powerful martial art that could absorb people's true energy.

As Lu Yao's true energy surged, the black cloth covering Murong Bo's face fell off, revealing his true appearance.

"Father!"

A sudden shout made Murong Bo's struggling figure tremble, and he looked at Murong Fu with difficulty.

The martial arts practitioners present all recognized Murong Fu. Since Murong Fu was calling him "father," Murong Bo must have faked his death back then.

The reason for faking his death is quite intriguing, since the Yanmen Pass incident occurred not long after Murong Bo faked his death.

"As expected, it was that scoundrel who was behind this!"

The Shaolin people were now absolutely certain that this person must have been involved in the incident at Yanmen Pass back then.

"Master Lu! Brother Lu! Please show mercy!"

Murong Fu hurriedly came to Lu Yao's side and pleaded with him with great excitement.

Lu Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the true energy binding Murong Bo slowly dissipated.

Although Lu Yao stopped, Murong Bo's true energy was almost completely depleted, causing his strength to plummet.

Upon seeing this, Murong Fu cast a grateful glance at Lu Yao and then quickly stepped forward to help Murong Bo up.

"Fu'er, my years of planning have ultimately amounted to nothing but a mirage. The future of Great Yan rests on your shoulders!"

Murong Bo felt the weak true energy within his body, gave a bitter laugh, and spoke with difficulty to Murong Fu.

"Father, it's alright. With Master Lu here, our Great Yan will surely be restored, and you will definitely see it."

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu quickly offered words of comfort, fearing that Murong Bo might take his own life to avoid implicating him.

"Grandmaster? No wonder! I didn't lose unjustly."

Murong Bo had only exchanged blows with Lu Yao briefly and had not expected Lu Yao to be a Grandmaster. Upon hearing this, he felt relieved.

After all, he was only at the late stage of the Innate Realm, how could he possibly be a match for a Grandmaster?

Lu Yao didn't kill Murong Bo not because Murong Fu pleaded for him, but because he wanted to try to lure out the Sweeping Monk.

After all, if a grandmaster wanted to hide, Lu Yao might not be able to find him.

Meanwhile, the Shaolin monks, seeing that Murong Bo was still alive, wanted to capture him for stealing Shaolin's secret techniques, but Xuan Ci stopped them.

"Don't worry, there are people who are more anxious than us."

Xuan Ci's expression remained calm, but he looked at Qiao Feng beside him.

After realizing that he too had been deceived and manipulated by the mastermind behind the scenes, Xuan Ci felt less guilty towards Qiao Feng.

Murong Bo undoubtedly stole the Shaolin Temple's secret techniques, and he must be apprehended and interrogated.

If Lu Yao had killed him, Xuan Ci would naturally not have pursued the matter further, but Murong Bo is not dead now.

"You villain! Give me back my parents' lives!"

Just then, an angry shout rang out.

Indeed, after confirming that Murong Bo was the mastermind, Qiao Feng attacked in a fit of rage.

Qiao Feng had been listening for a while, and based on his own investigation, he concluded that Murong Bo was definitely involved.

If Lu Yao had killed Murong Bo, he wouldn't have said anything.

However, when Murong Fu suddenly pleaded for mercy and Lu Yao actually stopped, Qiao Feng naturally wouldn't remain unmoved.

At this time, Murong Bo was severely injured by Lu Yao, and his strength was greatly reduced. How could he be a match for Qiao Feng?