Great Xia: At the start, summon the Net of Heaven to suppress the martial arts world.

The fierce battle between Zhao Gao and the abbot of Qingyuan Temple was breathtaking, so intense that even the temple's many experts were too frightened to approach.

The terrifying aura, like an invisible pressure, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, inspiring fear.

Just glimpsing the dense killing intent permeating the backyard, almost filling the entire space, from afar was enough to make one lose the courage to step forward and join the battle.

The numerous experts who rushed to provide support, faced with such a terrifying scene, had no choice but to carefully avoid the area where the two were fighting and speed towards the direction of the deafening battle cries in the front yard.

Soon, the battle between Zhao and Gao ended, but shouts of killing and fighting filled the entire Qingyuan Temple.

As the Mo Dao soldiers, wielding incredibly sharp broadswords, rushed into the temple, the scene unfolded.

However, the monks who had been poisoned by the muscle-relaxing powder were already very weak and powerless.

Under the fierce offensive of the Mo Dao Army, they were like lambs to the slaughter, powerless to fight back.

Wherever the Mo Dao army went, the warrior monks fell down screaming in agony. The scene was horrific, with them collapsing to the ground like grass being cut down.

At this moment, the many monks who had been able to hold out for a while finally collapsed.

Unable to mount any effective resistance, the army collapsed and began to scatter and flee.

Even the many experts in Qingyuan Temple chose to avoid fighting the Mo Dao Army at this moment.

The entire Qingyuan Temple was in complete chaos, with a scene of utter disarray everywhere.

The two directors of the Zhenwu Division present were also engaged in battle with their respective opponents.

However, the experts in Qingyuan Temple were no match for Hei Bai Xuan Jian and Qiang Ri. After a short while, the experts in Qingyuan Temple all fell to the ground and could not get up.

The two did not stop, and rushed towards the other many experts.

Wherever he went, the many masters of Qingyuan Temple were no match for him and all died by his sword.

The sword light filled the entire courtyard, startling the masters of Qingyuan Temple and sending chills down their spines.

After Zhao Gao defeated the abbot of Qingyuan Temple, he stepped to the highest point of the main hall of Qingyuan Temple and looked down at the chaotic Qingyuan Temple in front of him!

Inside Qingyuan Temple, there were soldiers wielding Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) and elite Zhenwu Division soldiers dressed in brocade robes.

Only a few dozen of the masters from Qingyuan Temple were still struggling.

Just as Zhao Gao had predicted, the group of monks, seeing the invincible force of the Mo Dao Army, scattered in all directions, showing no courage whatsoever to resist for Qingyuan Temple.

But how could the monk, afflicted with the muscle-softening powder, escape? He could only be caught up by the Mo Dao soldiers behind him and killed with a single blow.

The entire Qingyuan Temple was filled with the corpses of martial monks and masters of Qingyuan Temple.

Down the mountain, Jingni stood on a tree branch, looking at the Qingyuan Temple masters and monks who had escaped, her eyes filled with killing intent.

In Jingni's eyes, these people in front of her were even more hateful than those who died on the mountain.

Fleeing without a fight is despicable no matter where you are.

"Make your move, take no prisoners!" Jing Ni ordered casually, looking at the people who had escaped in a sorry state with disgust.

The fleeing monks of Qingyuan Temple never expected that a group of death gods were lurking at the foot of the mountain, wielding scythes and waiting for them to lay their heads before them.

Upon receiving the order, the hundred Mo Dao soldiers left at the foot of the mountain immediately stepped forward with their swords, brandishing their Mo Dao at the approaching warrior monks.

The broadsword swung down, and in a flash, the monk was instantly cleaved in two.

The other monks were terrified at the sight. They were now surrounded by enemies, with no way out.

The Mo Dao Army's ferocity crushed anyone who dared to resist them.

The Mo Dao Army pressed forward, and the elite troops of the Zhenwu Division did not stand by and watch, but instead headed towards the experts from Qingyuan Temple.

But how could the experts who chose to escape down the mountain be a match for the Zhenwu Division? They were all like martial monks, dying under the swords of the Zhenwu Division's elite soldiers in no time.

At the foot of the mountain, corpses littered the ground.

On the mountain, the battle was nearing its end.

Looking at the gradually calming battlefield within Qingyuan Temple, Zhao Gao channeled his inner energy and shouted an order:

"Clean up the battlefield, and bring all gold, silver, treasures, porcelain, paintings, and land deeds back to the Zhenwu Division!"

"Search thoroughly, leaving no one or nothing unchecked!"

"The surrendered warrior monks will be taken down the mountain and placed under the strict guard of the heavy cavalry, to be distributed by Your Highness in due course!"

"Yes!" Everyone in the courtyard responded to the order.

Meanwhile, inside Fulin Temple, the same thing happened again.

Compared to Qingyuan Temple, Fulin Temple is somewhat weaker.

There isn't even a single Grandmaster at the peak of the entire Fulin Temple, so how could it possibly be a match for the royal family's experts?

The leader of the royal family, Grandmaster Huo, led his team to the temple gate. After forcefully breaking open the gate, the Trapped Camp and the Mo Dao Army immediately filed in.

The royal family members, like soldiers against soldiers and generals against generals, immediately launched a massacre at Fulin Temple without saying a word.

The monks in the temple reacted and engaged the Trapped Camp and the Mo Dao Army with their clubs.

But how could monks who had never experienced the baptism of blood be a match for the battle-hardened Trapped Camp and the Mo Dao Army?

The might of the Trapped Camp and the Mo Dao Army terrified the monks of Fulin Temple, greatly diminishing their fighting strength.

The monks fought back while gradually retreating.

Inside Fulin Temple, the royal experts and the Fulin Temple experts had already exchanged blows for a while.

At this moment, the courtyard was filled with the glint of swords, the flash of knives, the shadows of clubs, and the silhouettes of figures.

The fighting startled the fallen leaves, which swirled around them.

For a moment, everyone's view was obscured by the startled fallen leaves.

You can only rely on your keen senses to pinpoint your opponent's location.

However, after the Grandmaster Huo, a peak-level royal expert, made his move, the many masters of Fulin Temple collapsed as if struck by lightning.

The people of Fulin Temple looked up at Elder Huo, whose aura was still spreading outwards, and were greatly alarmed.

The abbot of Fulin Temple, trembling, looked at the royal expert before him and couldn't help but speak:

"How did Fulin Temple offend the Great Xia Dynasty to invite such a bloody calamity?"

Although the royal family's experts do not have a uniform, the Trapped Camp and the Mo Dao Army are unique in that no other dynasty can train them.

These elites, who have emerged from bloodshed, are not the kind of people that some aristocratic families or sects can cultivate.

"Why ask such a redundant question, Abbot? You should know better than I why we have come!" Old Master Huo said calmly, looking at the disheveled Abbot before him.

Upon hearing this, the abbot of Fulin Temple was stunned for a moment, and then felt a sense of despair.

How could he not know that a few days ago, the Great Thunder Temple, in conjunction with the Divine Cult, assassinated the Crown Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty in the street?

Fulin Temple has been secretly raising warrior monks for a long time, and how could they not know what their intentions were?

Everyone knows that Fulin Temple has always been headed by Daleiyin Temple.

As the saying goes, you reap what you sow. We have gradually come to where we are today thanks to the Great Thunder Temple.

What's the use of denying it now that disaster is imminent?