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Hearing Bai Ze's words, the Sweeping Monk knew that this battle could not end peacefully, and then said:

"Alright! Then let me experience the Asura techniques of this young hero!"

As he spoke, the Sweeping Monk slammed his entire body down to the ground. Suddenly, the sound of a bronze bell being struck rang out around him. Bai Ze watched as the fallen leaves swirled around the Sweeping Monk, and his true energy, mixed with the fallen leaves, gradually transformed into a huge bell-shaped dome around him.

Bai Ze, listening to the faint sound of the bell, said:

"Holy crap~ It's the real deal, the Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield!!!"

If Sha Yi had this move, he could beat Yan Wang to a pulp. Bai Ze looked at the sweeping monk who had turned into a true qi iron turtle, and at the skills in his system, and thought:

"I don't know how big the range of the Mountain-Shattering Earth-Splitting Slash is. It hasn't been used yet. Well then, I'll use you, old monk, to test the waters!"

Bai Ze then prepared to make his move and said to the Sweeper Monk:

"Master, try this move of mine!"

Immediately, the sweeping monk saw Bai Ze wipe his hand from the base of the blade to the tip, and the red longsword in his hand transformed into a sword oozing red blood, which then leaped towards him.

Bai Ze unleashed a devastating attack that slammed into the area around the Sweeper Monk. The Sweeper Monk used his Golden Bell Shield to block the blades that Bai Ze was about to strike, but the sense of crisis in his heart did not disappear. Instead, it made him even more terrified from below.

Just then, everyone around the Sutra Repository felt a tremendous tremor, and those around the courtyard saw the ground begin to crack, with scorching heat gushing out from the fissures, followed by a continuous eruption and splashing of magma.

Qiao Feng sensed something was wrong when his good brother was about to use his new skill, so he pulled his father to stand on the eaves of the courtyard gate of the Sutra Pavilion.

The injured Murong father and son were still resting in front of the Sutra Pavilion when they were hit directly by the cracking floor steps beneath them and the eruption of lava.

Sensing something was wrong, Murong Bo pulled his seriously injured son, who hadn't had time to leave, into his arms. The lava from the cracked floor struck Murong Bo's back directly. The combined damage from the blood and lava impacted Murong Bo's internal organs, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood all over Murong Fu.

Before Murong Fu could react, already stunned by Bai Ze's skills, his father spat out a mouthful of blood all over him. Murong Fu's eyes widened in disbelief, "Father!"

Before Murong Fu could say another word, another stream of lava erupted from the ground where the lower bodies of the Murong father and son had split open, directly burning their six legs. Instantly, their six legs were completely melted by the lava and turned into charcoal!

Murong Fu cried out in pain and fainted, while Murong Bo had been burned in the heart during the first magma attack and was already dead.

The sweeping monk, who was standing in the center of Bai Ze's skill attack with his Golden Bell Shield activated, was hit by several waves of magma and blood damage from his feet before he could even stand firm amidst the landslide!

The Sweeper Monk, who was using his Golden Bell Shield, did not expect the damage to come up from his feet. The first wave of lava melted both of his feet on the spot, and his Golden Bell Shield was also broken. The Sweeper Monk spat out a mouthful of blood, and the subsequent lava blood energy damage hit the broken Sweeper Monk directly.

The attack was so fast that the Sweeper Monk didn't even have time to release his protective aura again. Only his right arm and head remained unharmed by the lava attack; the rest of his body had been charred into a crisp!

The entire courtyard of the Sutra Repository had been transformed into a world of rubble and lava. After the lava surge, only Bai Ze remained standing in the courtyard; the figures of Murong and his son, as well as the Sweeper Monk, were nowhere to be found.

Bai Ze gasped as he looked at the damage range and attack power of the Mountain-Shattering Slash.

"Sigh~"

"Damn! The difference in range and damage between this level 45 skill and the previous basic skills is just too damn huge!"

The area destroyed by the Earth-Shattering Slash must be several acres! And this wasn't even maxed out yet. Imagine how much area it would destroy if TP was unlocked and the skill was maxed out!

Bai Ze hurriedly searched for the sweeping monk who had been knocked down and was nowhere to be found. He had promised not to kill him, but instead roasted him alive. This was really wrong of him. Bai Ze searched the cracked ground for a while and found the sweeping monk who was already 8% cooked.

Bai Ze quickly picked up the Sweeping Monk and placed him on a relatively intact large rock. The Sweeping Monk, still breathing, widened his eyes and coughed up blood, saying:

"Ahem~ I never expected that the martial arts you displayed could actually mobilize the power of heaven and earth. I was reckless. I only wanted to accept you and the two old benefactors as part of the foundation of my Shaolin Temple. I had no intention of harming anyone. Considering that I am about to depart for the West, please spare the Shaolin monks. They are unaware of my intentions."

As the sweeping monk spoke, dark red blood gushed from his mouth as if it were free, the blood carrying a temperature that didn't belong to him, clearly indicating that the blood in the sweeping monk's body had been heated by the magma.

Bai Ze grunted, then quickly took out a Remi's Kiss and, without caring whether anyone was watching, fed it directly to the Sweeper Monk. He then said:

"Master, I'm so sorry. This is the first time I've used this move since I arrived here. I only intended to break through your Golden Bell Turtle Shell. I didn't expect it to be so powerful. I'm truly sorry!"

The sweeping monk, whose entire body began to glow, seemed not to have heard what Bai Ze said. Before the effects of Remy's Kiss had fully worn off, the sweeping monk's head lolled to the side and he breathed his last.

Looking at the now-cold Sweeper Monk, Bai Ze silently called out to Raphael:

"Lafite! Help!"

"Received, Aze. We've been watching closely. Your move completely destroyed the entire courtyard of the Sutra Repository and the small hill behind it where the pagoda is located. All the monks of Shaolin are on their way."

I sensed the life fading away of the sweeping monk!

Light of Resurrection! (The resurrection skill of the dungeon healer)

Bai Ze saw that the Sweeper Monk, whose body was already nine-tenths cooked, was radiating light. His two injured and melted feet were the first to return to their original state. Then, the charred parts of his body slowly shed their charred shells, and his entire body was restored to its original state from the inside out. The remaining light was absorbed into the Sweeper Monk's body.

Bai Ze quickly took out an outer garment from his own storage and covered the Sweeper Monk with it. Although the Sweeper Monk had been resurrected, his robes had been melted by the lava, and he was now naked.

In a daze, the sweeping monk felt a ray of light merge into his body. An energy he had never felt before washed over his body. The sweeping monk thought he had really been led to the Western Paradise. He also felt his hands and feet. The sweeping monk thought that Buddha had repaired his body.

The sweeping monk, feeling the last rays of light repair his internal organs, spoke:

"Amitabha! I don't know which Bodhisattva came to guide this humble monk. I thank the Bodhisattva for restoring my body!"

As the sweeping monk spoke, he slowly opened his eyes and saw Bai Ze's handsome face right in front of him, holding an outer robe that he covered him with.

"Hiss~ Young hero, you are truly skilled. You actually managed to appear in the Western Paradise to receive me. Could you be the Bodhisattva who descended to the mortal realm to guide me?"

Bai Ze was bewildered by the sweeping monk and scratched his head, saying:

"Uh, Master, we're still at Shaolin Temple. I saved you, and you've come back to life!"

"Resurrected...resurrected! Amitabha! This is (O_o)??...Young hero has given me a nirvana rebirth!"

The Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation standing atop the courtyard wall of the Sutra Repository, along with the monks from the Disciplinary Hall and Arhat Hall who had witnessed the entire event, were all petrified. Oh my god! Amitabha!

Miracles were unfolding before their very eyes: first, the might of heaven and earth, then a phoenix-like rebirth. What was happening today had already made the monks of Shaolin Temple begin to question the meaning of life.

Raphael and the other women also came to Bai Ze's side from outside the collapsed courtyard wall. Everyone was shocked to see the area destroyed by Bai Ze. Bai Ze's skills had never made such a big commotion before.

The sweeping monk, who had just finished dressing the women, looked up and saw the Murong father and son, who were already dead at the entrance of the collapsed scripture pavilion. He walked up to them, put his hands together, and silently chanted a Buddhist prayer, "Amitabha!"

Qiao Feng, accompanied by his father, arrived beside Bai Ze. He raised his hand to pat his good friend on the shoulder, but was overwhelmed by the surrounding scene and lowered his hand, saying:

"Second brother, what kind of martial art is this? It actually mobilized the power of heaven and earth, attracting magma from underground! It's terrifying!"

Bai Ze scratched his head awkwardly. He really hadn't expected the power of the Mountain-Shattering Earth-Splitting Slash to be so great. He had truly shown his skills today.

Bai Ze looked at Qiao Feng and said:

"Brother, please stop teasing me. I didn't expect this move to have such a wide range and power. After calming the Sweeper Monk down, let's leave quickly. I see that the Murong father and son have been burned to a crisp, leaving only half of them. You've avenged your great enemy, so hurry up and make your escape!"

Qiao Feng nodded vigorously. He would remember today's scene for the rest of his life. It was so shocking that it would never be forgotten!

Looking at his enemy who had died under the wrath of Heaven, Xiao Yuanshan felt much better and nodded vigorously, eager to leave this place as soon as possible.

Bai Ze told the women to follow Brother Qiao and the Duan family first. Bai Ze then walked to the Sweeping Monk's side and said apologetically:

"Master, I'm really sorry to have demolished your Shaolin Temple building. You can see that the scriptures inside should be fine. We can repair the building and put the books back in. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now. I'm really sorry that the attack was too powerful and I couldn't control it. Consider this resurrection as my compensation to you."

“Amitabha, young hero, you mustn’t say that. You can mobilize the power of heaven and earth to punish sinners in the lower realm. You are already a Buddha-like Asura. Young hero, you mustn’t say that. It’s just a pavilion. Don’t take it to heart.”

The sweeping monk quickly explained to Bai Ze, who, looking at the respectful sweeping monk, then said:

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. The Murong father and son wanted to provoke a conflict between the Song and Liao dynasties and then take the opportunity to restore their country. They are not good people. Since they are already dead, Master, please find a place to perform a ritual to bury them!"

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and said to Bai Ze:

"Amitabha, as the Buddha commands, young hero may leave now. I will explain what happened here to the monks of Shaolin Temple and will not cause you any trouble."

Bai Ze cupped his hands in farewell and said:

"Thank you very much, Master. I'll be going now. Thank you~"

Bai Ze used his lightness skill to catch up with the group that had left earlier. None of the Shaolin monks around the courtyard dared to stop him, and they just watched him leave.

Several eminent monks of the Xuan generation walked up to the sweeping monk and said:

"Master! I don't know when you began your secluded cultivation at Shaolin, and today's events... this..."

The sweeping monk glanced around, sweat pouring down his forehead again. The feeling of being overwhelmed by the earth-shattering power and having his body scorched by the underground magma filled him with a sense of powerlessness.

The Sweeper Monk examined his own body again. After his body's functions and meridians were revived, he felt that he had returned to a younger state. The Sweeper Monk felt that he could now fight two versions of himself before his revival.

Raphael's resurrection repaired the hidden injuries and aging meridians within the Sweeper Monk's body. The Sweeper Monk took one last look at the Murong father and son, now reduced to half their original bodies, and said to the several Xuan-generation high monks:

"Give the Murong father and son a proper burial. Few outsiders witnessed what happened today. Just tell them the key points about the Xiao and Murong families."