The Heavenly Dragon's Beginning in the Journey Through the Heavens

Seeing Murong Bo die on the spot, the Sweeper Monk seemed unable to accept it and roared furiously:

"You three have some nerve, daring to try and kill me right in front of me. Well then, I'll leave all three of you here!"

As the sweeping monk's roar subsided, his aura suddenly erupted, like a surging torrent sweeping across the entire space.

Then, he showed no mercy, his hands moving swiftly, his inner force surging forth like a tide, forming sharp palm winds that launched a fierce attack on the three.

This attack was completely different from the previous ones, carrying a resolute and murderous intent, as if it wanted to destroy everything in front of it.

His primary target was Xiao Yuanshan, who had just killed Murong Bo.

Xiao Yuanshan was feeling smug that he had finally killed the culprit who had caused his family's ruin, but he never expected that the Sweeping Monk would suddenly attack him.

This left him with no chance to react, and he could only watch helplessly as the sweeping monk struck him directly with a palm.

Xiao Yuanshan took the blow from the Sweeper Monk head-on, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

After falling, his face turned as pale as paper, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft," staining his chest red.

When Qiao Feng saw his father was injured, he shouted anxiously.

"father"

Then, in a fit of rage, he struck the sweeping monk on the back, vowing to avenge Xiao Yuanshan.

Seeing this, Ling Feng naturally wouldn't stand by and watch the show, and he also struck the Sweeper Monk with a palm.

The combined force of their attack forced the sweeping monk, who had been trying to seize the opportunity to kill Xiao Yuanshan, to stop in his tracks.

He turned around and stretched out his hands to take the blows from Ling Feng and the other man.

boom!

Their palms collided, producing a loud bang.

The sweeping monk swayed slightly before regaining his footing.

Ling Feng and Qiao Feng each took three steps back to regain their balance.

Ling Feng looked at the sweeping monk with a solemn expression, secretly marveling at the man's high level of martial arts.

At this moment, the sweeping monk turned around and looked at Ling Feng and the other person.

Seeing this, Ling Feng pressed forward, shouting at Qiao Feng:

"Brother, you take Uncle and go first, I'll cover you."

Qiao Feng had originally planned to continue his attack, but after hearing Ling Feng's words, he paused in his advance.

He turned to look at Xiao Yuanshan lying on the ground, then quickly went over and helped him up.

"Father, let's go!"

Qiao Feng led Xiao Yuanshan away quickly.

How could the Sweeping Monk just watch Qiao Feng and his son leave? He immediately prepared to fly after them.

Since Ling Feng chose to stay behind, he certainly wouldn't let the Sweeper Monk catch up.

"Want to go?"

Ling Feng sneered and prepared to continue his attack.

However, at that moment, his heart sank.

After all, the power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms was already known to the Sweeper Monk, so if this move were used again, it would probably be difficult to achieve any effect.

With this in mind, Ling Feng decided to use the swordsmanship he had just obtained from signing in, which allowed him to use any kind of grass, wood, bamboo, or stone as a sword.

He took a deep breath, circulated his internal energy, and gathered it in his palm.

Immediately afterwards, he casually waved his hand, and a sword intent arose out of thin air.

This sword intent spread rapidly in all directions like a storm.

As the sword intent spread, the surrounding weeds seemed to come alive, transforming into the shape of swords.

Every blade of grass gleamed with a sharp light, exuding a chilling aura.

The leaves, imbued with the sword intent, transformed into sharp blades, like swords suspended in the air.

This sudden change startled the Sweeper Monk.

He stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief.

He had never seen such a strange sword intent before, which could turn the surrounding grass, trees, bamboo and stones into sharp weapons.

Sensing the powerful sword intent, the Sweeper Monk's expression changed.

He had to stop in his tracks as he was about to give chase, because he sensed a threat in the sword intent.

Although it was only a slight threat, it was enough to alert the Sweeper Monk.

He knew that the young man in front of him was far more capable than he appeared on the surface.

After Ling Feng unleashed his sword intent to its fullest extent, the small swords made of leaves and weeds fell off the trees and the ground one after another.

They flew through the air like sharp flying swords, aimed directly at the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk dared not move rashly at this moment, because he could clearly feel that these opportunities had completely locked onto him.

If he makes the slightest movement, these small swords will rain down on him.

Ling Feng was certain that Qiao Feng and his son had gone far away, and that he had reached his limit, so he decisively commanded all the small swords to attack the Sweeper Monk.

As the sweeping monk watched countless small swords attacking him, his heart tightened.

Despite possessing three feet of protective qi, he was unsure whether he could defend against all of the numerous small swords.

These small swords shot towards his protective aura, creating ripples.

Surprisingly, however, these small swords did not penetrate his protective aura.

Although they didn't break through his protective aura, each small sword was stuck into it, making the sweeping monk look like a large hedgehog.

It seems that Ling Feng's strength is insufficient; otherwise, he wouldn't have been unable to break through Ling Feng's protective aura.

Ling Feng was shocked to see this; he hadn't expected there to be such a huge gap between the Innate Realm and the Grandmaster Realm.

He was confident that even a peak Grandmaster would have a hard time getting the better of him with this move.

Seeing that things were not going well, Ling Feng prepared to make a run for it. He didn't want to stay and face this perverted old monk alone.

Commanding the countless small swords to continue their attack, he used the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to escape.

With a speed as fast as a ghost, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Throughout the entire process, the Shaolin monks around did not intervene; they calmly watched everything unfold before their eyes.

It was as if, in their eyes, Ling Feng and the others were just insignificant people.

As Ling Feng departed, the sword intent he had imbued into the weeds and leaves also dissipated.

Instantly, these leaves and weeds that were just moments before turned back into their original form, becoming ordinary leaves and weeds.

They twirled and fell through the air, like withered yellow leaves or butterflies with broken wings.

The moment Ling Feng made his escape, the Sweeping Monk had already sensed his intentions, but because of the attack of thousands of small swords, he did not chase after him immediately.

Once his vision returned, he realized he had lost track of them and had no choice but to give up.

But his gaze as he looked into the distance suddenly became sharp. His originally cloudy eyes now seemed to pierce through the clouds, carrying a deep meaning. It was hard to understand why a monk would become like this.

Then he looked at Murong Bo's corpse on the ground, and his eyes became complicated, containing regret, self-blame, and an indescribable pain.

He ignored the group of high monks around him, bent down, picked up Murong Bo's body, and turned to leave.

Everyone watched the Sweeper Monk's departing figure in silence. No one dared to ask any questions, nor did anyone try to stop him.

Sunlight streamed down the ground, casting a long, long shadow of the sweeping monk...