Chapter 558: Chapter 101: Sweeping Monk

“Kill!”

“Eradicate them!”

“Dharma old bald donkey is dead, let’s vent our anger on you guys!”

These Quasi-Saint Great Powers, who had been confined in the Buddha Prison for countless years, were overly suppressed, harboring loneliness and hatred in their hearts. And these negative emotions needed to be vented out, crazily vented out!

“Boom!”

Tens of thousands of Barbaric Elephants and Great Strength Bull Demons crashed madly into the crowd of Quasi-Saint Great Powers without the slightest reservation. Utterly violent, utterly domineering, utterly oppressive!

“Beasts, take this!” Li Qingquan, who charged at the front line, was furious, with endless killing aura spreading all over him. The green Yuqing True Essence around his body highlighted him like an exceptional God of Slaughter.

“Whoosh!”

With a long spear in his hand, he thrust it blindly into a Barbaric Elephant’s body.

“Zip!”

A stench of blood spurted from the body of the Barbaric Elephant, emitting a piercing scream before collapsing to the ground. Dead thoroughly, dead completely!

Closely following behind Li Qingquan was Zhan Long, the Clan Leader of the Innate Dragon Clan from the Second Epoch. He licked his dry lips and said, “Second Master! Let us handle such small fry. You should rest beside the Young Master for a while, we still need to attack those stinky bald donkeys, better conserve some True Essence!”

Li Qingquan casually wiped the Barbaric Elephant blood splashed on his face and said dismissively, “I say Old Zhan, it’s been such a long time since we’ve had a good fight; why can’t you let me enjoy the killing? A man should relish in slaughter!”

Zhan Long was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter, “Hahaha, indeed, a true man should relish in slaughter…”

“Wrong, it’s beasts!” Long Xuhu landed next to them from the sky and teased.

“Right, beasts!” Li Qingquan kicked over a Great Strength Bull Demon that charged towards him and laughed as well.

“Alright, enough chit-chat! Let’s make this quick and decisive!” Long Xuhu took to the air, his hands shimmering with green brilliance.

“Life Plunder!”

“Swish, swish, swish!”

After absorbing the second Law of Life, Long Xuhu’s Life Plunder ability seemed to have more variations. What was once merely an auxiliary plundering force seemed to now be able to directly extract the life force from living beings.

Dozens of green orbs burst forth from a pair of Dragon Horns atop Long Xuhu’s head, reaching the top of the skulls of several Barbaric Elephants and quickly retracting.

These returning green orbs were denser, purer. On close inspection, one could even see countless miniaturized Barbaric Elephants jumping and struggling within the orbs.

“Whoosh!”

Long Xuhu swallowed these orbs in one gulp and let out a satisfied belch, “Ah! Such pure life force!”

Li Qingquan looked up at the sky and saw that golden dots seemed to be appearing at the horizon; he shook his head silently and said, “Don’t enjoy it too much, let’s finish them off. Those bald donkeys are already on their way!”

“Roar!”

“Moo!”

“Hahaha, kill, kill…”

A group of Da Luo Golden Immortal Peak and occasionally a few Early Quasi-Saint stage Fierce Beasts battling against over a hundred Quasi-Saints? It’s like an egg hitting a stone.

This was a slaughter, without any mercy, without anyone holding back, the Western Extreme Land was shrouded in blood and the stench of blood soared to the heavens, bones scattered everywhere!

The slaughter continued, but the howling had completely ceased. All of the Fierce Beasts were mercilessly slain, turning the entire secluded place of the Buddhist Sect into a bloody domain, filled with Evil Qi and resentment.

“Whoosh!”

The golden dots in the distant sky approached, the thick Buddha Power illuminating half of the sky in a dazzling gold, like two suns hanging in the sky.

At last, these dots descended onto the blood-stained Western Great Earth.

They were a group of monks in gray robes, more than twenty thousand in number, each with a cultivation level above the Da Luo Golden Immortal Peak, and leading them were even two Mid-Stage Sub-Saint Great Powers.

Both Sub-Saints stood only six feet tall, looking frail and withered. One of them had a long white beard that hung down to his belly, while the other was covered with a face of short stubble.

“Where do you come from in the Central Heaven World? Why are you unprovoked in your aggression against my Endless Buddha Realm?” One of the Sub-Saints with a long beard at the forefront asked in a cold, stern voice.

Li Qingming did not respond to him but instead turned to Ga She and asked, “Ga She, do you recognize these two old baldies?”

Ga She frowned and looked for a long while, saying, “They look a bit familiar, but I can’t remember where I’ve seen them!”

Li Qingming patted Ga She’s shoulder and said, “No worries, if you can’t remember, let it be! These two old fellas are both Mid-Stage Sub-Saints, so everyone should stay away from them when the fighting starts!”

“Sub-Saints, and at the mid-stage!” Ga She and his brothers were greatly shocked, “Sir, are they truly Mid-Stage Sub-Saints?”

“Qingming is right, it’s the middle stage of a sub-saint!” Yin Xi took over the conversation, saying.

“Really! This Buddha Master and Great Elder of the Venerable Temple have hidden their strength too well! To think there are two sub-saint stage great powers.” Kasyapa murmured to himself, a look of gravity on his face.

“Damn, I remember now!” Suddenly, Anan exclaimed, “I thought they looked familiar. These two old guys are the sweeping monks of the Buddha Master Transformation Hall. I’ve only been there a few times, so I didn’t recognize them immediately.”

“Yes, it’s the two of them!” Ga She also regained his composure, saying with a heavy tone.

“Sweeping monks, sub-saints? Interesting!” Li Qingming was slightly shocked and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

…

Time and again, not seeing the opponent respond, the long-bearded old monk was quite angry. But seeing the hundreds of quasi-saints on the other side, and then looking at the slightly more than fifty quasi-saint realm bodhisattvas and Buddhas he brought, he couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on.

Suppressing the rising anger in his heart, the long-bearded old monk shouted again, “May I ask which great power from the Central Heaven World you are, please speak clearly!”

“Which Central Heaven World?” Li Qingming sneered, suddenly erupting, and loudly declared, “I come from Pangu’s Great Thousand World! Attack! Kill!”

“Putt!”

Li Qingming’s hand manifested a bamboo spear tinged with purple intent, and like a roaming dragon burst into the crowd of over twenty thousand Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, decisively thrusting his long spear and taking down an early-stage quasi-saint Buddha.

Then, his figure flashed like lightning, and in the blink of an eye appeared beside another Bodhisattva, where a flash of purple light similarly turned the Bodhisattva to ash, extinguishing both body and spirit.

Following closely behind Li Qingming, those hundreds of quasi-saints all burst forth, some wielding long whips, others holding longswords, slaughtering the crowd of Vajras, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas like wolves amongst sheep.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, and the two sub-saint stage old monks were so shocked they froze. By the time they reacted, half of their two thousand-strong army was dead, and even those fifty quasi-saints were reduced to only twenty.

“Damn invaders, I want you dead!” The two old baldies were furious, nearly driven mad with rage.

The long-bearded old monk who had just spoken exuded a dense Buddha Power, and his thin and emaciated body suddenly ballooned, his gray monk’s robe utterly blasted into tatters.

Now bare-chested, he held a golden Demon-Subduing Pestle in his hands, roaring lowly like an injured lion as he charged at the primary culprit, Li Qingming.

Suddenly, Li Qingming felt an inexplicable danger, with a single point of his hand towards the sky, the Qiankun Tripod with twinkling Qing light appeared out of nowhere above his head, pouring out a hazy Qing light and shielding Li Qingming.

Just as the Qing light poured down, the long-bearded old monk, with muscles bulging like twisting dragons, appeared in a fierce manner in front of Li Qingming. The Demon-Subduing Pestle in his hands, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, crashed into the light curtain of the Qiankun Tripod.

“Bang!”

Gold and Qing lights intersected; protected by the Qiankun Tripod, Li Qingming only felt a great force transmitted, blasting him along with the tripod away.

“Hmph!” The long-bearded old monk didn’t stop there but snorted coldly, directly pursuing. His Demon-Subduing Pestle swung down continuously, as if possessed by a spirit.

“Putt!”

Although the defense of the Qiankun Tripod was strong, the accumulated residual impact from the continuous bombardment still caused Li Qingming to be violently shaken to the point of vomiting blood.

“Big brother!” “Eldest senior brother!” “Master Li!” “Sir!”

Under the Qiankun Tripod, Li Qingming shook his head slightly at everyone, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looking at the long-bearded old monk, said, “Old monk, I didn’t want to fight you to the death, but since you’re so eager to find death, then I shall grant your wish!”

Saying so, Li Qingming flicked his robe sleeve.

“Whoosh!”

With a stroke of Qing light, the somewhat dazed Xiong Da appeared in mid-air.

Upon seeing Li Qingming under the Qiankun Tripod, he immediately flew over joyfully, flapping his small wings before prostrating, “Master, where are we off to this time?”

Li Qingming patted Xiong Da’s head, pointing at the long-bearded old monk, “Nowhere! You go kill that old man!”

“Eh?” Xiong Da snuffled his nose, smelling the scent of blood in the air, “Master, you’re injured?”

“It’s okay! Hurry and kill that old guy!” Li Qingming shook his head and said.

Xiong Da, flapping his small wings, turned his head to look at the long-bearded old monk. A hint of ferocity appeared on his honest face as he said, “Old baldie, in my life, what I hate the most is baldies, especially old baldies! Prepare to die!”

“Hahaha, you think you can?” The long-bearded old monk laughed heartily, appearing almost crazed.

“Laugh it up, you won’t have the chance soon!” A bloodthirsty smile crossed Xiong Da’s mouth, his entire body slowly fading until it disappeared into the sky.

“Minor tricks!” The long-bearded old monk let out a cold laugh, closed his eyes, and merged his Primordial Spirit with space to feel the spatial fluctuations around him, searching for Xiong Da’s whereabouts.

“Buzz! Here!”

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, tossing his Demon-Subduing Pestle toward the space behind him to the right.

“Whoosh!”

Unfortunately, it seemed his Primordial Spirit had led him in the wrong direction.

“Wrong, your Grandpa Xiong is here!” Xiong Da’s voice came from all around, but his figure appeared right behind the long-bearded old monk.

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