Chương 223: The Ming King's Palace in the Great Snow Mountain

When Zen Master Huikong made his move, it was indeed extraordinary. He used a set of Kasaya Subduing Demon Techniques to directly envelop the person in his kasaya.

Some of the people present couldn't help but cheer.

As expected of one of the 72 Shaolin Arts, it is incredibly powerful yet uses softness to overcome hardness, combining strength and gentleness to leave the trapped person with no foothold.

"The Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill is indeed powerful, but unfortunately, my Great Snow Mountain Mingwang Palace also happens to have a Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill. Please, Zen Master Huikong, give it your evaluation."

Within the robe, all that could be seen was a rolling and writhing motion, and suddenly a piece of gauze seemed to rise from the inside out.

"This is?"

Everyone was shocked, never expecting that this man in black had actually used the Kasaya Subduing Demon Technique within his kasaya, essentially using the kasaya to isolate the demon-subduing power.

"open!"

The man in black shouted, and the two robes instantly became entangled, forcing them to create a huge gap.

The man in black flashed out of the encirclement of the Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill and pointed his finger directly at Zen Master Huikong.

"A leaf-shaped finger! Please appreciate it!"

The man in black moved swiftly, his ten fingers flashing as if spinning a roulette wheel, his finger techniques as sharp as lightning.

Zen Master Huikong was greatly surprised and quickly used the "flower-picking finger technique" to point finger to finger.

The superiority of this finger technique lies in its intent, which evokes the Buddha's smile upon holding up a flower. It is indeed a completely different approach from the swiftness of the leaf-pointing technique.

The two women's fingers flew across the strings, like a young girl playing a zither or a young woman gently flicking her cotton clothes. In an instant, their figures moved nimbly and their fingers intertwined, creating a truly beautiful sight.

The only pity is that the finger techniques were performed by two men; it would have been better if they had been used to deceive young girls.

The audience, finding the scene "pleasing to the eye," couldn't help but feel secretly astonished.

How come this man in black knows so many Shaolin skills?

Could he be a Shaolin outcast?

"The Great Snow Mountain Bright King Palace? Is that the sect of the Bright King Venerable?"

Master Weichen of Qingcheng Sect opened his eyes slightly, as if he had remembered something, and hurriedly asked.

"I didn't expect that someone here would know my master's name. That's right, my master is the Venerable Mingwang of the Mingwang Palace in the Great Snow Mountain."

Upon hearing this, everyone was puzzled and looked at Master Weichen.

Master Weichen hurriedly said, "I have heard of this Venerable Mingwang when I was traveling in the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is said that he is a primordial deity, born with knowledge, and possesses immense prestige."

"I'm afraid it's not—" Just as everyone was feeling a bit disdainful, they suddenly remembered that the man in black claimed to be his disciple. If even a disciple was this powerful, then the master must be incredibly strong.

Their faces immediately darkened.

This man in black swaggered into Shaolin Temple to spy on the martial arts tournament. He not only disregarded Shaolin, but he also disregarded the entire martial arts world of the Central Plains.

"Master Huikong, when dealing with this kind of extraterrestrial demon, we must not be bound by rules. Infinite Heavenly Venerable. Demon, take this!"

Upon seeing this, Master Feihong, who had accompanied the Kongtong Sect, drew his long sword and rushed towards the man in black.

"Tsk tsk, so this is what a reputable martial arts sect looks like?"

The man in black dodged, using one hand to execute the Doro Leaf Finger technique and the other hand to execute another set of unpredictable finger techniques, managing to simultaneously parry the moves of Zen Master Huikong and Master Feihong.

"this----" Seeing that the man in black was fighting two opponents with ease, Wei Chen and the others exchanged glances and prepared to attack together to take him down first.

"Trying to gang up on me? You don't think I'm the only one, do you?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than several whooshing sounds came from outside the roof, as if they had fallen directly from the sky, smashing through the roof of the Thousand Buddha Hall and landing inside the hall.

These people were also dressed in black and wearing black hats, so they were obviously from the Mingwang Palace in the Great Snow Mountain.

"Are you trying to disrupt Shaolin Temple?"

The usually calm face of Zen Master Huikong finally showed emotion.

If it's just one person in black, it suggests that the person in question may be acting alone.

But now, he has brought so many helpers who are at a similar level to him.

It's not as simple as an individual act.

"We can't let them get away!"

The Tang Clan leader snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and several hidden weapons shot out.

These hidden weapons, imbued with true energy, did not travel in a straight line in the air, but rather in a spiral shape.

The speed did not slow down; on the contrary, it became even faster.

The hidden weapons were launched simultaneously from three directions: upper, middle, and lower. Their unpredictable routes made them impossible to defend against.

Seeing that Sect Leader Tang had made a move, the experts from various sects all leaped up and attacked the newly arrived man in black.

The man in black had not expected the various sects in the Central Plains to react so fiercely, and without a moment's hesitation, he began to attack.

I couldn't help but feel uneasy.

These people, surprisingly, did not follow the rules of the martial arts world or talk about benevolence and morality as their master had said.

"Very well, you've cut off your own escape route."

The man in black, who was fighting with Zen Master Huikong and his companion, suddenly sharpened his eyes and shouted angrily.

"Amitabha Buddha, why don't you lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot? —" Zen Master Huikong chanted Buddhist mantras while making flower-picking gestures with his hands, creating a uniquely dignified and solemn appearance.

"Ha ha!"

The man in black laughed loudly, his attacks unabated, and shouted, "Today I will crush the arrogance of the Central Plains martial arts world and let them know that the might of my Great Zhou is unstoppable!"

After he finished speaking, the men in black unleashed their power and took the initiative to meet the experts from various sects in the Central Plains present.

In an instant, the arena was filled with surging energy, and palm strikes and weapons flew through the air, creating utter chaos.

Most of the people were experts in the Dharma Aspect Realm, and they were already able to conceal their aura within their bodies and control their true energy to condense within themselves.

But their every move still exudes boundless power.

Several loud booming sounds were heard, and the entire Thousand Buddha Hall began to shake precariously.

"If you're not satisfied with the fight, why not go up to a higher place for a battle?"

The man in black laughed, leaped into the air, and coldly looked down at the various sects below.

Seeing this, Zen Master Huikong and the others had no choice but to follow, and the group began to fight in mid-air.

Originally, the two sides were fighting inside the Thousand Buddha Hall, and the outside world was unaware of what was happening. Now that they had leaped into the air, the martial artists watching outside the mountain gate could see everything clearly.

They were all utterly astonished.

"What's going on?"

"The Shaolin Temple held a martial arts tournament, and they actually started fighting right away."

"Is this a martial arts competition? Why does it feel like all these people dressed in different sects' uniforms are fighting around this group of men in black?"

"What is the background of these men in black?"

"Wow, that's amazing! He actually fought against Zen Master Huikong and another master from the Kongtong Sect all by himself."

This scene was not only seen by those present, but was also recorded by mobile phones and other devices and broadcast live.

The live streaming platform instantly erupted in chaos.

"This is disrespecting Shaolin Temple."

"These men in black are so powerful, how could they be unknown? Who are they?"

"Exactly, hiding his face, he's clearly not a good person."

"If Shaolin loses—"

"Impossible! Shaolin Temple has countless masters; how could they possibly lose?"

Discussions quickly spread across various platforms.

High above, Master Huikong, seeing the commotion below, suddenly realized what the other party's intentions were.

They actually wanted to ruin the reputation of the Central Plains martial arts world in public.

Destroy the backbone of the Central Plains martial artists, make them feel that even the strongest people on their side have lost, and that no matter how much they train, it's useless.

"Amitabha!"

Huikong chanted the Buddha's name, summoned back the robe, and suddenly let out a loud shout, his body growing several times larger out of thin air.

"The golden body of an Arhat?"

"Monk Huikong, you really surprise me. I'm afraid your skills are already on par with those of Senior Brother Huineng."

The man in black seemed to have a great understanding of the martial arts sects in the Central Plains, especially the Shaolin Temple, which he was very familiar with in terms of both its martial arts and sect structure.

"Are you the monk Yanxing?"

Upon hearing him address Huineng as "Brother Huineng," Huikong looked astonished and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"It's rare that you still remember me, Huikong. It's a pity that the monk Yanxing is no longer here. All that remains is a nameless and faceless person."

A faint smile appeared on the man in black's lips.

"In that case, I hope my senior brother will provide more guidance."

As soon as Huikong finished speaking, the golden Arhat body rushed towards the man in black.

Its enormous body gleamed with golden light, and every punch and kick carried immense power.

"The golden body of the Arhat is indeed extraordinary."

The man in black didn't take it seriously. He flashed forward, and at the same time, a terrifying aura burst forth.

This aura, containing extreme cold, instantly enveloped his figure, and in the blink of an eye, a gigantic ice giant appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Senior Brother Yanxing, turn back before it's too late!"

Huikong clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name. Under the blessing of the golden body, the prayer beads in his hands shone with golden light and suddenly transformed into dozens of Buddha images of different shapes.

Each Buddha statue was chanting a set of Zen sounds, attacking the man in black.

"How can a frog at the bottom of a well know the profound mysteries of the Great Zhou martial arts? The martial arts we practice are merely appendages of the Great Zhou martial arts."

The man in black remained completely unafraid, and the chill around him grew even colder, to the point that it altered the temperature within a radius of several hundred meters.

Seeing this, the other men in black also displayed similar martial arts techniques. Although more than ten people were fighting, they each occupied a position associated with the Heavenly and Earthly Fiends.

As all the men in black unleashed their ice-based martial arts, dark clouds instantly gathered above Shaolin Temple, and the temperature plummeted.

This change occurred from top to bottom; the cold air, like condensed fog, drifted down towards the crowd watching below.

These martial artists didn't take it seriously at first, but after coming into contact with the mist, their entire bodies instantly stiffened, and their blood and true essence showed signs of freezing.

Everyone was stunned.

They all fled down the mountain as if they were running away.

Throughout Shaoshi Mountain, on every road, big and small, martial artists were rushing down the mountain.

They arrive full of enthusiasm, but leave in a sorry state.

Although the martial artists at the Grandmaster level were not afraid, this aura was so strange. It was just mist, yet it had such power. It was definitely not a place for them to stay.

After a brief contact, they all leaped down Shaoshi Mountain.

"It's quiet now."

The man in black, Yanxing, smiled faintly, then looked up slightly at Huikong and said, "No matter how bad Shaolin is, it is still a major sect in the martial arts world. How can we tolerate these petty scoundrels barking like this?"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Yanxing."

Huikong gave him a complicated look, then activated his Arhat Golden Body and charged towards the man in black, Yanxing.

The Dharma Aspect masters from other sects also manifested their Dharma Aspect supernatural powers and attacked the remaining men in black.

In an instant, the air above the Shaolin Temple was filled with the sounds of fists and kicks. Every now and then, experts would fall from mid-air, and after landing, they would immediately leap back into the air to fight again.

"Huikong, things have come to this point, why don't your Shaolin elders step forward?"

"Heh heh, if you don't step in soon, you'll become a disgrace to Shaolin when you're defeated!"

Yanxing chuckled coldly.

"Senior brother underestimates the martial arts world of the Central Plains."

Huikong was not in a hurry; he was only focused on restraining Monk Yanxing.

However, the Kongtong Divine Sword Master Fei Hong, who was standing beside him, could not wait any longer and directly reached out and summoned his long sword from behind.

A set of exquisite sword techniques from Dong, like a windmill, attacked the man in black, Yanxing.

Upon seeing this, the man in black was slightly delighted. He leaped into the air and asked loudly, "Your swordsmanship is not bad, but your movement is a bit lacking."

"Let me show you my swordsmanship."

The man in black, Yanxing, stretched out his palm and directly used the water vapor in the air to condense it, then cast a spell to solidify it into a crystal-clear, solid ice longsword.

"You should try my sword techniques too."

The man in black, Yanxing, immediately unleashed a set of Shaolin Bodhidharma sword techniques, striking towards Master Feihong.

The two men clashed their swords, the clanging sounds echoing endlessly.

Meanwhile, other sects were also engaged in fierce battles with the men in black.

The men in black already possessed extremely cold and solid ice, which was incredibly powerful, and they were also linked together by a combined attack technique.

Their individual strengths have all increased considerably.

The fight lasted for more than ten minutes.

At this moment, Zhao Rui started walking up the mountain from the foot of the hill.

They had only walked a few steps when they saw a large group of martial arts practitioners rushing down from Shaoshi Mountain, as if they had gone mad.

"What's wrong? Why are you so flustered?"

Zhao Rui quickly stopped one of them and asked him carefully.

"Something terrible has happened! A fight has broken out on Shaoshi Mountain!"

"Who started fighting?"

Zhao Rui was slightly taken aback.

"They were a group of men in black who appeared out of nowhere, and their martial arts skills were extremely high."

"Shaolin and other sects joined forces to fight against these unfamiliar men in black."

"At this time, the entire mountain was covered by frost and mist, and ordinary people could not even get up there."

Upon hearing these words, Zhao Rui's figure blurred, and he unleashed his sword light, instantly arriving at the Shaolin Temple gate.

In the vast square in front of the temple, three Dharma masters were still struggling to hold on.

The rest of them had already died.

The entire space was filled with a misty, chilly aura, which floated lightly on the mountaintop.

Zhao Rui glanced at the three of them, then leaped over the layers of mountain gates and arrived at the Thousand Buddha Hall.

He looked up and saw more than thirty people standing in mid-air, fighting fiercely back and forth.

Zhao Rui has met many people in the Central Plains martial arts world. Even if he hasn't met them, he can roughly guess who they are just by looking at their clothes.

On the other side, there was a group of men in black, their faces hidden.

Zhao Rui's arrival could not be kept secret from the various masters in the sky.

Those familiar with Zhao Rui, such as Master Weichen and Sect Leader Changkong, all revealed a relaxed joy.

"The sword soars through the sky, vanquishing demons and monsters!"

Zhao Rui looked up, then suddenly drew the Broken Tribulation Sword from behind him. He paused, then leaped into the air and thrust it at the nearby man in black.