"Both of you, let's go together!"

The last True Pill Realm monk, Ban He, also ignited a golden flame on his body, his Qi Mechanism continuously rising.

With the abbot dead and the enemy powerful, the Vajra Temple was inevitably facing its demise today.

It was a pity that he didn't get to see the Vajra Temple rise again.

Fortunately, the number one master of the Vajra Temple, Ban Xiang, was still alive. As long as he was still there, the Vajra lineage would not perish.

Countless memories flashed through Ban He's mind—he was going to die. But before his death, he wanted the enemy to pay a price.

"Heh, want to die? Did you ask me?"

An unexpected cold laugh entered Ban He's ears. Immediately after, his face showed an unbelievable expression of shock, "I—I can't move..."

It was not his body, but his True Qi.

The fast-flowing True Qi suddenly hit an insurmountable mountain and came to an abrupt halt.

No, it wasn't a mountain, but rather a kind of Thought Power, suppressing the flow of his True Qi.

A sense of absurdity suddenly emerged in Ban He's heart. The "Sacrifice Technique" that had already begun could not even be stopped so decisively by him, yet this abrupt force, which controlled the True Qi inside his body, was stronger than him, its owner.

"You are too weak."

Qing Yu, who had appeared beside Ban He at some unknown time, said this.

They were indeed too weak. Compared to Ban Chan and the opponents he had faced before, Ban He and the others were simply not up to par.

Against opponents who were not up to par, Qing Yu always had a strong suppression power.

If it were an opponent close to Qing Yu's strength, they could go back and forth in a fight. However, against those weaker than Qing Yu, they would only be crushed by him.

Qing Yu never believed in the concept of 'death by a thousand cuts'; he believed in 'sweeping away thousands with one might.' His Martial Arts, especially against weaker opponents, had a significant advantage.

Just like Ban He, Ban He, and Ban Li, their strength was far inferior to Qing Yu's. Simply with the Power of Thought, Qing Yu could immobilize their True Qi.

"Hand over your essence blood."

Eight Xuanyin Sword Energies shot out from Qing Yu's hands, forming a vividly lively dark green Poisonous Flood Dragon.

Eight Swords in Unison·Xuanyin Devouring Spirit.

The Poisonous Flood Dragon wound its way through, instantly piercing the abdomens of Ban He and the other two, absorbing their essence blood.

Martial Artists cultivating the Buddhist Golden Body could only coalesce relic by synthesis of essence blood after death. While alive, it was impossible to find a relic within their body.

All three were helplessly penetrated by the Poisonous Flood Dragon, their essence blood rapidly absorbed.

"Uncle... Master..."

The remaining dozen or so monks, seeing their masters and uncles subdued in an instant, issued cries of disbelief.

"Shut up!"

Gongshan Xiao, losing his patience, blasted a palm strike, and dark red True Qi instantly melted these monks, turning them into a heap of mutilated corpses.

The air filled with an unpleasant burnt stench, enough to make one want to vomit.

Today's attack on Vajra Temple saw the most casualties from his Purgatory Peak. No choice—they from Purgatory Peak were always reckless. Moreover, among the three Sects, Purgatory Peak had the most disciples present.

"Shua—"

Qing Yu withdrew the Xuanyin Sword Energy that had formed the Poisonous Flood Dragon, casting a dissatisfied glance at Gongshan Xiao.

This man, truly finds nothing distasteful.

If you want to kill, just kill completely; why leave a mutilated corpse, filling the air with that unpleasant, burnt stench. If it weren't for the fact that those present had all seen plenty of killing fields, someone would have started vomiting by now.

"Alright, I'll leave the rest to you all."

Qing Yu turned around and said, "Go on, whether it be scriptures or whatever treasures, feel free to divide them among yourselves."

He dragged the stone box and walked out of the temple.

Jue Si, Duan Yuanming, and Gongshan Xiao glanced at each other, and quickly headed in different directions, their disciples in tow.

From afar, watching that departing figure of dark gold, Gongshan Xiao transmitted his voice to the other two, "Is this Hidden Mirror Man from the Blood Demon Sect?"

Once a person leaves, they drop the formalities.

Duan Yuanming secretly curled his lip. It was just the characteristic behavior of the people from Purgatory Peak, and he had seen plenty of it.

"He probably isn't, as Sect Master Yin is also on guard against the Blood Demon Sect. If he were from the Blood Demon Sect, they wouldn't have let us join in the attack on Vajra Temple," Duan Yuanming transmitted back.

The actions of the Blood Demon Sect were excessively bloody, and they had made too many enemies. Even those within the Demon Path didn't want to associate with them too closely. In just a few months since the Blood Demon Sect had re-emerged in worldly society, the number of offended entities wasn't small.

Daqian Court, Buddhist and Taoist sects, among other forces. Once those of the Blood Demon Sect start killing, they don't care who you are. Even among their own, it was highly possible for a spat to escalate into sword drawing.

After all, a fellow practitioner of the Blood Dao Martial Arts was a substantial 'gift package'.

Though the sect rules forbade fratricide, as long as one isn't caught, it isn't considered a violation of the rules. This is a truth universally acknowledged.

'If that's so...' Gongshan Xiao's eyes rolled, seemingly coming up with an idea.

Having humbled himself earlier and lost face for someone of the True Pill Realm was something Gongshan Xiao kept in mind. Yielding was only temporary. Once an opportunity to retaliate presented itself, Gongshan Xiao wouldn't mind being the grave digger.

Seeing Gongshan Xiao's figure, Duan Yuanming inwardly shook his head. These Purgatory Peak folks are truly beyond help.

While survival of the fittest has always been present, in reality, people still yearn for a normal order. It was the low-level evil sects and Loose Cultivators that thrived in chaos. The top factions of the Demon Path actually maintained their own order.

Although this order might be darker, it definitely wasn't the overt survival of the fittest as seen in Purgatory Peak.

Duan Yuanming discreetly increased his distance from Gongshan Xiao. One must always be cautious around such teammates who might betray at any moment—otherwise, one wouldn't even know when they might die.

Moreover, Duan Yuanming did not believe Gongshan Xiao could pose any harm to that Hidden Mirror Man. The horror of that man had been proven by the destruction of Vajra Temple.

Duan Yuanming certainly didn't relish becoming one of the mummified corpses.

As for Jue Si, he had disappeared early on.

'That guy from Purgatory Peak seems to have some ill intentions...'

From a distance, Qing Yu, holding the stone box, didn't need to look back to know someone harbored ill intentions.

Although Gongshan Xiao had suppressed his malice quite well, for Qing Yu, it was still too obvious.

From beginning to end, Gongshan Xiao appeared compliant, but he was continually entertaining wicked thoughts internally—all of which Qing Yu knew.

'However, these are ultimately just the petty plans of a weaker person...'

Having already easily defeated Gongshan Xiao, and if he hadn't been useful, he would be a corpse by now. Going forward, Qing Yu would only become stronger, reaching a level where people looked up to him.

Gongshan Xiao was not worth mentioning.

Moreover, it was uncertain whether they would even meet again.

Qing Yu walked out of the Vajra Temple and onto the steps outside, then turned and said, "I hope you won't be too greedy. Greedy people always die a little faster."

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