Chapter 1113: Chapter 64: We Only Remember the Great Sage Equalling Heaven

King Solomon, as recorded in the ancient religious scriptures of the Joshua People, was the third king of the ancient Kingdom of Joshua. Legend has it that he was a wise Holy King blessed by God, possessing infinite wisdom and wealth,

authoring three thousand proverbs and one thousand and five psalms. He was the founder of ancient Joshua mysticism and had the ability to command seventy-two demon gods.

He possessed the Ark of the Covenant of the Joshua People, which preserved the original contract signed by God and the Joshua People. The Joshua People claimed by this that they were the only Sons of God, and all others were the enemies of God.

He had 700 concubines and 300 consorts, forming a vast harem made entirely of foreign princesses…

To speak of qualification.

Given his status, he indeed had the qualification to take Xu Huange as a disciple.

But the Ming Country also has an old saying, “Pushing is not the same as a trade.”

If the child is unwilling, you should step back gracefully; why persistently cling?

But the old monk clearly doesn’t think this way.

He still wants to strive a bit harder.

“I know there’s a story about a monkey in the East.”

The old monk stood on the bustling street, his gaze falling on the golden treasure box in his hand.

“No matter how much Sun Wukong struggled, he could not escape the Five-Finger Mountain of the Tathagata Buddha.”

“And after being suppressed for five hundred years, he finally turned over a new leaf and saw the light of day, converting to Buddhism.”

“Even a monkey can understand the Buddha’s goodwill, so why do you still struggle?”

“Is it possible… that you also want to force me to suppress that child for five hundred years?”

For the seventeenth time, Wang Yunxiao struck the invisible barrier, his remaining left hand already bloodied and mangled. With his hands useless, he used his head; but even when he exerted all his strength, bashing until he was head-bloodied, he still could not unlock the shackle sealing him.

Upon hearing the old monk’s voice, he lifted his head and wiped his blood-blurred eyes with his sleeve.

“That was a story from hundreds of years ago.”

“You understand our culture so well, don’t you know we never acknowledged the Fighting Buddha?”

“We only remember that the monkey was once the Great Sage Equalling Heaven!”

“You haven’t learned the compassion of the Buddha, but you’re pretty good at acting like the Buddha Master.”

“A heap of dogshit!”

Wang Yunxiao took out a second walnut and bit into it, crushing it instantly!

In that moment, Sword Qi erupted forth, tearing his body apart on the spot, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The old monk frowned, turning his hand to hurl the golden box onto the ground.

A distinct sword mark appeared on the surface of the golden box, with terrifying Sword Qi tearing through space, and the next second the golden box exploded like a firecracker.

The surrounding pedestrians were startled and fled in all directions.

However, there were also a few brave ones who stopped and moved closer, wanting to see what was happening.

Why choose to die?

The old monk’s face showed some confusion and incomprehension.

Does dying here have any meaning or value? Just to highlight so-called unyielding spirit?

If the youth of the Ming Country all had such bloodthirstiness… then things would be easier to handle.

As long as…

But he soon realized he had been mistaken.

As the golden box shattered, a blood mist erupted into the air, and within just a few seconds, heaven and earth changed color.

The ground began to tremble.

Thunderous dark clouds rolled in the sky, and a terrifying aura rose from the blood pool.

This sudden celestial phenomenon finally made the bystanders aware of something amiss, and they began to retreat.

A bloody and mangled figure slowly crawled up from the pool of blood.

The blood mist dissipated, revealing a body of well-defined, robust muscles.

The old monk squinted, pondered for a moment, and suddenly understood.

The Sword Qi was not aimed at the golden box, nor was it an act of suicide.

The cultivation of the Government Soldier Outer Path required nourishing from the flesh and blood of strong enemies, evolving through life-and-death struggles.

It was like a weapon’s raw form needing constant forging and tempering to take shape.

This was extremely typical of a cultivation system that grew stronger with battle.

And precisely because of this, he did not use force to resolve the young man before him; instead, he used a space seal specifically designed for such hand-to-hand combat warriors.

Thus, Wang Yunxiao chose to temper himself!

During the confrontation with the Defender in Avalon, his Government Soldier Outer Path Dharma Gate had already been tempered to a state of completion, missing only a final push over the threshold.

And that last nudge, the Defender never delivered.

The bureaucratic style of the Supreme Council and the Mathematics Transgressor’s slothful skiving failed to exert enough pressure on him.

Yet now he still had a walnut containing top-level Sword Qi leftover in his hand.

Wang Yunxiao knew well that such wastefulness was treating a treasure with disdain, but there was no other way.

Leave it unused, waiting to have offspring?

The Sword Qi pierced through from the crown, and in that moment, Wang Yunxiao experienced an extreme pain.

The brain physically trembled.

At the same time, it was excited.

So… that one night, the Sword Qi stretched across the sky, was like this!

Sharp, fierce, wild, rampant, unstoppable!

Government Soldier Outer Path Iron Sparrowhawk advance—Blood Slaughter!

The surging sea of blood burst forth from the marrow, with endless killing intent emerging from the dust of history.

To kill one is a crime, to kill ten thousand is a hero, to slaughter nine million, only then can one be the hero among heroes!

Bones, flesh, and veins regrew at a speed visible to the naked eye, the boiling blood flowing around like molten iron.

Wang Yunxiao reopened his eyes, pure black pupils reflecting a torrential sea of blood.

The amorphous terror unfurled with him at its center, enveloping the surrounding streets and buildings in a thick layer of bloody mist.

Facing the horrifying killing intent of the young man before him, the old monk remained composed as he looked around and quietly asked, “Do you intend to massacre here?”

The moat had been torn apart, and now they stood in the bustling area of the Real World, surrounded by innocent civilians.

This was also the challenge of the Special Service Bureau’s work: if they didn’t use baiting methods to lure those evil spirits into pre-designed traps, once they fought in the Real World, it was hard to avoid large-scale casualties.

The more on home turf, the more they were bound hand and foot.

Faced with the old monk’s question, Wang Yunxiao scoffed, lightly raising his hand.

The blood mist in the air condensed into blooming lotus flowers, hovering mid-air.

A very few still clinging to watch the excitement turned pale at the sight of the lotus, hurriedly turning around to flee.

Rakshasa lights a lamp, slays demons, and eliminates evil spirits, living men should avoid!

This was a Jianghu World legend that had circulated for decades on the streets and alleys of Tianmen Street.

A moment later, the streets were thoroughly evacuated.

“It’s still not enough.”

The old monk shook his head and said, “If you really make a move, there will still be deaths.”

“Not necessarily.”

Wang Yunxiao raised his hand and the lotus flowers in mid-air drifted down, their petals scattering to form pieces of armor components. In an instant, a blood-red armor identical to the Heavenly Armor displayed in Lanton City’s museum enveloped him.

He grasped the blood-red pike with a reverse hand, glaring coldly at the old monk as he said, “I want to make a bet.”

“I bet that your true body doesn’t dare to enter Tianmen!”