Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Inside the Treasure Gathering Hall were many guards, but at this moment, no one dared to stop them.

Jun Wuxie and Yan Qingcheng went straight in and soon arrived in front of that small courtyard.

Looking at the courtyard shrouded in golden Buddha light, and listening to the sound of wooden fish and chanting, Yan Qingcheng looked towards the depths of the Treasure Gathering Hall and said, "Bald donkey, I advise you to stop here, otherwise the Medicine King Sect will not let this matter rest."

"Amitabha, since the establishment of my Great Brahma Zen Sect, we have experienced the ups and downs of time and have never retreated in the face of any power."

The old monk's voice was very calm, and he said, "They are all people with wisdom roots and are destined for my Buddha.

In the future, if the Medicine King Sect comes to question us, they can ask the female benefactor and ask if she is willing to convert."

"Great monk, I am unwilling.

I am a disciple of the Medicine King Sect, how could I convert to Buddhism?"

Su Lan's voice rang out in the small courtyard, filled with anger and determination.

Yan Qingcheng said coldly, "Bald donkey, have you heard? She said she is unwilling."

"Amitabha, the two female benefactors are currently in a very unstable emotional state, and the words they speak may not necessarily be their true heartfelt words.

After three days, everyone can come and ask.

At that time, as long as the two female benefactors say they are unwilling, this old monk will immediately apologize in person."

"Old bald donkey, do you have any shame?" Jun Wuxie was so angry that he said, "The words they are saying now are their true heartfelt intentions!

After three days, they will be forcibly converted by you, of course they won't say they were forced, you are truly shameless to the extreme!"

"Evil creature! You killed a disciple of my Zen Sect, this debt has not yet been settled with you!"

"Then you come out now, I am standing right here, however you want to settle it, I will accept it!"

Jun Wuxie was filled with anger, he had encountered many arrogant and unreasonable people before.

But those people's arrogance was very straightforward.

This Great Brahma Zen Sect is simply disgusting.

While they are being arrogant, they also praise themselves as being compassionate, as being the truth, hypocritical to the extreme.

"Evil creature, even your sect's elders are vulnerable, you are just at the凝气境 (Ningqi Realm/Qi Condensation Realm), how dare you be presumptuous in front of this old monk!"

At this time, Yan Qingcheng said, "Bald donkey, you are just relying on your higher realm to do whatever you want here, so can this尊 (Běn Zūn/This Venerable) also do whatever I want?"

"Amitabha,阁下 (Géxià/Your Excellency) is a high-level member of the Southern Border Enchanting Eye Clan, right?" The old monk said lightly, "In that case,阁下 (Géxià/Your Excellency) should understand the tacit understanding between the dominant forces.

Previously, the lower-level Dharma protector of my Great Brahma Zen Sect attacked閣下 (Géxià/Your Excellency) first and was killed by閣下 (Géxià/Your Excellency), this old monk has nothing to say.

Now, this old monk has not done anything to閣下 (Géxià/Your Excellency), so閣下 (Géxià/Your Excellency) naturally has no reason to attack."

"You want本尊 (Běn Zūn/This Venerable) to abide by this unwritten tacit understanding, have you yourself abided by it?

You have trapped the disciples of the Medicine King Sect here and forcibly converted them, have you abided by the tacit understanding?"

"This old monk is relieving people of their suffering, how can these tacit understandings restrain me in the face of great compassion."

"So you mean, you yourself can not abide by it, but demand that本尊 (Běn Zūn/This Venerable) must abide by it?" Yan Qingcheng laughed and said, "Put away your rogue logic,本尊 (Běn Zūn/This Venerable) doesn't buy it.

In the end, in this world, strength is what matters, not just words."

"Don't worry,本尊 (Běn Zūn/This Venerable) would lose face if I personally dealt with you.

The two people you want to convert, one is this young man's younger sister, and the other is his friend.

本尊 (Běn Zūn/This Venerable) believes that the solution to this matter is a duel between you, whoever loses must immediately get out of the Great Zhou Capital City and not step into it for three years!"

"Amitabha, is閣下 (Géxià/Your Excellency) speaking the truth?"

The old monk was stunned, seemingly not expecting the other party to propose such a solution.

He is a宗王境 (Zōng Wáng Jìng/Sovereign King Realm) expert, and that young man is only at the凝气境 (Ningqi Realm/Qi Condensation Realm), there is a difference of six major realms between them, they are not even on the same level.

He could kill that young man with a single breath!

"本尊 (Běn Zūn/This Venerable)'s words count, and I will never go back on my word."

Yan Qingcheng answered very affirmatively.

Beside her, the muscles on Jun Wuxie's face twitched a few times.

What exactly is Yan Qingcheng up to, actually having him duel with a宗王境 (Zōng Wáng Jìng/Sovereign King Realm) person, this is simply going to his death, there is no hope of winning at all.

However, he believed that Yan Qingcheng must have her own plans.

"Just right, this little evil creature killed a disciple of my Great Brahma Zen Sect, this old monk was just about to settle accounts with him!"

An old monk walked out from the depths of the Treasure Gathering Hall.

His eyebrows were a little gray, but his complexion was very ruddy, with no wrinkles visible, and his body was very strong.

In the blink of an eye, the old monk came to the front of the small courtyard from the depths.

He stepped towards Jun Wuxie, with no trace of compassion in his eyes, but rather intense killing intent.

"Evil creature, quickly kneel down and accept your punishment!"

He was very powerful, his shout was like a thunderclap, his palm raised, evolving a Buddha light handprint in the void, suppressing down on Jun Wuxie's head.

At this time, Yan Qingcheng flicked her finger.

A wisp of finger light surrounded by runes instantly entered the old monk's body.

The old monk's aura suddenly weakened a hundredfold, a thousandfold!

His realm was directly suppressed from the宗王境 (Zōng Wáng Jìng/Sovereign King Realm) to the peak of the凝气境十变 (Níngqì Jìng Shí Biàn/Qi Condensation Realm Tenth Transformation).

"閣下 (Géxià/Your Excellency), what does this mean, could it be that you want to go back on your word?"

The old monk was both shocked and angry, the洞天 (Dòng Tiān/Heavenly Passage) in his body was sealed, and he could only use the power of the peak of the凝气境 (Ningqi Realm/Qi Condensation Realm)!

"本尊 (Běn Zūn/This Venerable) said that I would not personally attack you.

The duel between you must naturally be conducted on a fair basis.

What is fairness, it must be a battle in the same realm."

"閣下 (Géxià/Your Excellency) thinks that even if the realms are the same, he can defeat this old monk?"

The old monk couldn't help but laugh, he was a宗王境 (Zōng Wáng Jìng/Sovereign King Realm) expert, his vision and experience, as well as his understanding and application of martial skills, how could they be compared to a凝气境 (Ningqi Realm/Qi Condensation Realm)?

Even if the realms are the same, he still has all the advantages!

"Evil creature, accept your punishment!"

He gave a deep shout, and the Buddha light handprint buzzed and suppressed down, covering Jun Wuxie.

Jun Wuxie sneered, his hands behind his back, not even looking at the Buddha light handprint.

He directly stepped towards the old monk.

The released blood energy was like a roaring river, surging and galloping around his body.

The Buddha light handprint was about to fall on his head.

But it was impacted by the boiling blood energy, forcibly fixed in the air, unable to fall at all.

Rumble!

As Jun Wuxie walked, golden blood energy burst out, rushing forward like a huge wave.

The old monk's expression changed drastically, feeling a suffocating pressure.

The surging golden blood energy was like a roaring river, making him unsteady even before it reached him, his body swaying, and he staggered back several steps.

He stomped heavily on the ground, raised his hand and blasted a punch at Jun Wuxie.

At the moment of punching, a golden Buddha light fist imprint erupted with the sound of thunder.

Jun Wuxie waved his hand casually, and golden blood energy surged out, blasting the Buddha light fist imprint away.

In the next instant, he closed in on the old monk, slapping him **** in the face, incredibly crisp and loud.

Near the small courtyard, the people inside the Treasure Gathering Hall saw this scene, and the corners of their eyes twitched violently.

Hui Yuan was the first hall master of the Capital City Treasure Gathering Hall who came here to take office some time ago!

He is the number one person in the Capital City Treasure Gathering Hall, controlling the highest authority here.

Now, this number one person was actually slapped by a凝气境 (Ningqi Realm/Qi Condensation Realm) martial artist, his entire body was slapped flying, and a mouthful of blood was spat out, mixed with fallen teeth.

"Old bald donkey, you are only able to be arrogant here because you have cultivated for thousands of years!" Jun Wuxie stepped forward, a punch pierced through Hui Yuan's defensive means, directly blasting on his chest.

Hui Yuan flew out, his entire chest split open, covered in blood.

"Now, without the advantage of realm, why don't you talk about your rascal-like principles?"

Jun Wuxie always followed Hui Yuan closely, and before his body landed, he grabbed his ankle, swung him up and smashed him to the ground.

Rumble!

The ground here was shaking violently, with soil and rocks splashing.

Each smash left a human-shaped pit in the ground, covered in blood.

The old monk screamed incessantly, with no room to fight back.

What宗王境 (Zōng Wáng Jìng/Sovereign King Realm) expert, without the advantage of absolute realm, in front of Jun Wuxie, he was like a scarecrow being smashed back and forth, completely being abused.

In a short while, the old monk was unrecognizable.

His entire body was now falling apart, like a pile of mud, covered in blood, and his face was swollen into a pig's head, probably even his mother wouldn't recognize him.

The people inside the Treasure Gathering Hall were stunned.

Although Hui Yuan was the new first hall master.

However, the previous first hall master was an elder of the Medicine King Sect, who had been in office here for ten years, so the people here naturally leaned more towards the Medicine King Sect.

It's just that, due to Hui Yuan's tyranny, they all dared to be angry but dared not speak out.

"Tell me, why do you have to convert my younger sister?"

Jun Wuxie pressed the old monk Hui Yuan's head to the ground, and seeing that he didn't speak, he directly grabbed a handful of mud and forcibly poured it into his mouth.

Choking the old monk Hui Yuan, he kept spitting out, his eyes filled with blood.

"Not saying? You kind of bald donkey has an extremely thick face, your words and actions can be described as shameless!

I want to see if you have no sense of shame under any circumstances!"

Jun Wuxie grabbed the old monk Hui Yuan's ankle, dragged him on the ground, turned around and walked towards the outside of the Treasure Gathering Hall.

Yan Qingcheng was stunned, what was this little bastard doing dragging that old bald donkey outside?

The people inside the Treasure Gathering Hall were also full of doubts, and followed him outside.

In front of the Treasure Gathering Hall, the crowd gathered here had not dispersed.

Seeing Jun Wuxie dragging a blood-covered old monk out, they were all taken aback.

He dragged the old monk to a stone pillar in the square in front of the door.

Just as everyone was guessing what he was going to do, they saw that he actually tore the old monk's robe to shreds, leaving only a pair of underpants.

He hung the old monk on a pillar, took out a whip, and swung it around, creating a buzzing sound.

With a *snap*, the whip struck the old monk's body, tearing his skin and flesh.

"Heaven is about to bestow great fortune upon you, Master. It must first humiliate your heart and mind, abuse your muscles and bones, and strip you bare," Jun Wuxie said, pointing a finger at the old monk and sealing the true energy within his heavenly passage, preventing him from resisting the pain with true energy. He continued, "Master, there's no need to be grateful to me. I simply have a compassionate heart and enjoy helping others."

After he finished speaking, he raised the whip and lashed out fiercely.

With each strike, he moved his feet, changing his position to continue whipping.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They just watched Jun Wuxie move around the stone pillar, whipping him back and forth.

The old monk screamed miserably, his whole body spasming and convulsing, covered in blood.

The pain of his flesh, coupled with the extreme sense of shame in his heart as everyone watched, made the old monk wish he could smash his head against the pillar and die.

He was an elder of the Supreme Brahma Zen Sect, a master-level figure in the eyes of the world. Who would dare treat him like this?

Today, he was suffering such utter humiliation. And his tormentor was just a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, who had stripped him, a dignified Sect King expert, of his monk's robes and hung him up to beat!

"Amitabha, little benefactor, your sins are grave. You will surely be cast into the eighteenth level of hell, never to be reincarnated!!"

The old monk's eyes were bloodshot, filled with venomous resentment.

"Master's emotions are very unstable right now, and his words may not be his true heartfelt feelings. After I've whipped him ten thousand times, everyone can come and ask. If the Master says he's unwilling, I will immediately apologize in person."

"You…"

The old monk was so angry that he spat out blood.

The other party was actually using his own words against him.

After ten thousand whips, he would probably already be a corpse!

At that time, when people came to ask, he certainly wouldn't say he was unwilling, because a corpse cannot speak!

Jun Wuxie sneered, and the whip in his hand lashed out with a *snap*.

He acted mercilessly and extremely viciously.

To think that this old baldy wanted to forcibly convert his sister! He couldn't wait to flay this old bald donkey alive in public!