The Martial Doctor

"I’ll kill all of you, then set this place ablaze until nothing remains. Who’ll know it was me?" The Scorpion chuckled.

"There’s no wall in the world without a crack, Scorpion. As long as one person escapes today, your crimes will be revealed to the world!"

"Hahaha, ridiculous! With you dead, there’ll be no evidence. Even if one or two slip through the net, what does it matter?" The Scorpion clapped his hands in amusement, bypassing his subordinates to reach the forefront of the confrontation at the secret vault.

The battle at the Xue Family Manor hadn’t ceased, yet Scorpion’s Black Armor Squad had already reached Pei Jian’s front.

What was most terrifying was that these people sustained very few casualties.

Clad in black armor, only their eyes, nostrils, and mouths were exposed, leaving the rest completely sealed, entirely obscuring their faces.

"Sir, these people don’t feel pain..." Mr. Cao reported, his face smeared with blood, unsure if it was his own or the enemy’s.

In this battle, he was using every ounce of his strength; now he was forced to fight desperately, realizing Scorpion intended to slaughter them all.

"Unafraid of pain, the black armor—it’s the Profound Armor Army, the army of the former dynasty. Scorpion, you’re a remnant of the former regime..." Pei Jian exclaimed, startled.

"Indeed, it’s a well-read Mr. Pei who discerned my subordinates’ origins just by this little detail." Scorpion clapped his hands a few times, speaking with great pride.

Pei Jian’s face changed; he realized he had made a mistake by directly revealing the opponent’s origin and identity.

Now, these people were even less likely to let them go, as only the dead can keep secrets.

"Kill!"

The Profound Armor Army received the order and charged forward without hesitation.

"Master Guangmiao, we’re counting on you!" Pei Jian gritted his teeth, knowing they had reached the final desperate moment; only by deploying the eighteen martial monks from Shanglin Temple could they defend themselves.

Eighteen martial monks in monk robes sprang from behind Pei Jian, each grasping an iron staff made of solid steel instead of the wooden ones used for practice.

"Ha!"

Eighteen ocher figures abruptly formed a formation, their vigorous inner force shaking the dust from the crevices of the bluestone bricks. Leading the group, Guangmiao’s robe billowed like tides, the tip of his staff sparking against the bluestones, sending ripples through the air; their entrance was spectacularly dazzling, especially since each possessed at least Blood Fusion Realm cultivation.

Scorpion’s eyes narrowed slightly upon witnessing this; he hadn’t expected Pei Jian to harbor such a formidable force.

The martial monks of Shanglin Temple might not be famous worldwide, but they were certainly formidable contenders.

"Scorpion, just so you know, Guangmiao’s master is Fahai, the esteemed figure appointed by the emperor. You’d better think it through," Pei Jian stated.

What?

Scorpion was startled; Fahai, wasn’t he just promoted as a top master in Tianyuan? If these monks were his disciples, then trouble loomed today.

Scorpion feared no Meridian Passage Realm masters, but Fahai’s renowned reputation was undeniable, especially now, having advanced to Tianyuan, making him even more fearsome.

Provoking such a esteemed Buddhist figure, Scorpion doubted he could remain even in Longchuan Canyon.

But at this moment, there was no room for retreat; this was a fight to the death.

Once everyone was slain, no secret would remain, plus, his methods were not limited to this, how could he be intimidated by just Fahai?

Unless Fahai appeared personally, tonight, none could stop him!

"Profound Armor Guard, hear the command, no mercy in killing!" Scorpion’s facial muscles twitched slightly, looking up as he issued the order for "slaughter."

"Brothers, Buddha Demon Staff Array!" Guangmiao commanded simultaneously.

In recent days, they did nothing but practice the Shaolin Temple staff formation delivered by Lin Miao within the secret vault; though it couldn’t enhance their cultivation, it exponentially boosted their combat prowess and was highly suitable for group attacks.

Guangmiao was fully aware of the formation’s value, equating to providing Shanglin Temple with an invaluable treasure.

With this staff formation, Shanglin Temple monks faced no obstacles in challenging foes beyond their level.

As for the Profound Armor Army...

They were eager to test whether their staff formation could match the Profound Armor Army’s battle formation.

Boom!

The first wave of the Profound Armor Army, charging at the forefront, endured the staff formation’s assault, with seven members overturned by the shockwave, their iron masks emitting inhuman screams.

Then came endless staff shadows plunging into the Profound Armor Army, instantly sweeping across vast numbers, leaving the army wailing incessantly.

Terrific staff formation!

Scorpion’s face beneath the mask altered upon witnessing it.

Shanglin Temple’s martial monks were fearsome indeed; coupled with such an offensive and defensive staff formation—it was a perfect group attack weapon.

Damn it.

Pei Jian actually gave him such a huge surprise!

However, even with this, these people couldn’t escape defeat today, did he not have hidden methods?

Despite Shanglin Temple’s monks’ prowess, they numbered only a dozen, whereas he commanded hundreds of Profound Armor Army members—all fearless in the face of death.

"Break!"

The eighteen staff monks charged forward resolutely, their iron staffs swirling into phantoms, crashing into the Profound Armor Army’s formation.

Though the Profound Armor Army was formidable, most individuals were only at Bone Forging Realm, with a few Blood Fusion Realm experts among them.

But compared to Shanglin Temple’s eighteen monks, they were far inferior, all monks at Blood Fusion Realm wielding iron staffs so potent that even a slight touch could injure; in group attacks, their coordination allowed them not just to battle a hundred but at least ten without difficulty.