Urban All-Round Master

"Give up on that idea. Tonight, no one is coming to save you." Yao Qingjiao sneered and tossed the torn-off face veil aside.

"Yao Qingjiao, even if we die here today, do you really think the Buddhist Sect will let this go? Let me tell you, it’s not just the two of us who hold proof of your massacre of the Buddhist Sect back then—the Holy Hall people have it too. Even if we die, the Buddhist Sect can still find the evidence."

"Then we’ll talk after you’re dead. The Buddhist Sect? That’s all it is. Back when we bathed the Buddhist Sect in blood and stole the Buddha Bone Relics, we already knew this day would come—just didn’t expect it to arrive so soon. But whatever. Sooner or later, it was bound to happen. Once you’re dead, you’ll find out down in the Netherworld. Hahaha." Yao Qingjiao laughed wildly.

"Senior brother, run!"

Suddenly, a streak of golden light shot over. The young Monk burned every last bit of strength to unleash his Arhat Golden Body of the Great Secret Sect. His Consciousness was crystal clear: once this Arhat Golden Body faded, he would die. He wasn’t in peak condition now—already wounded, already losing Blood Water—this was his final desperate gamble.

Even if he were at full strength, activating the Arhat Golden Body would still consume him massively.

"You think the two of you can walk away alive today?" Yao Qingjiao answered with a cold smile. He turned; a bowl-mouthed Broadsword had somehow appeared in his hand, and with a bang it chopped down on the young Monk’s Arhat Golden Body.

With the protection of the Arhat Golden Body, he wasn’t injured, but that chop still hurt like hell. The sheer force behind the bowl-mouthed Broadsword was terrifying—just the impact shock alone could have killed him.

"Roar!"

The Great Monk went all in. His rear leg kicked off hard, and his body shot toward Yao Qingjiao like a cannonball.

"Die!"

Yao Qingjiao reacted fast. One stroke pierced straight through the Great Monk’s belly. He twisted the blade, driving the wound even deeper.

"You..."

The Great Monk spat fresh blood. His eyes rolled white, his hands clamped desperately around the blade, but his body felt completely drained, as if someone had sucked all strength out of him—he couldn’t move at all.

"Senior brother!!!"

The young Monk charged forward like a madman.

"Clang!"

Out of nowhere, another Cold Arrow struck the back of his head. Though it couldn’t pierce his body, the tremendous impact still blasted him several meters away, slamming him hard into the ground.

"Pff!"

The bowl-mouthed Broadsword ripped free from the Great Monk’s abdomen.

Blood Water sprayed like a fountain, chunks of flesh tearing loose under the twisting wrench of the Broadsword.

"Ugh—ah!"

The Great Monk’s whole body was drenched in Blood Water. A huge patch of flesh at his belly had been violently ripped off. The savage pain nearly made him pass out.

"Go to hell!"

"No!!!" The young Monk screamed hoarsely, but no matter how he howled, it was already too late. Yao Qingjiao’s Broadsword fell with razor brilliance—one living head sheared clean off, flying from its body, thudding onto the ground. The headless corpse spouted blood like a geyser, scarlet mist billowing, the stench of Blood Water splattering everywhere.

The Great Monk’s final regret before death was that the Holy Hall had promised someone would escort them in secret; why, even now as he died, had no one stepped out?

"Yao Qingjiao, I will never share the same sky with you. I’ll kill you!" The young Monk had gone completely insane. Watching his own senior brother be slaughtered with his own eyes, that wordless agony shattered him.

His senior brother had watched him grow up, watched him become who he was. They had climbed together from nobodies in the Buddhist Sect up to Guardian Level protectors. Now his senior brother had taken that step ahead and departed this World. That unspeakable pain was something no one else could ever understand. Only he knew how much his senior brother meant to him.

"Just you? Go keep your senior brother company." Yao Qingjiao snorted, eyes suddenly cold, calm, and indifferent, broadsword swinging straight toward the young Monk’s head.

"Whoosh~"

The Broadsword howled down. The young Monk, his body still under the Arhat Golden Body’s blessing but utterly drained, was finally decapitated by that stroke.

The headless corpse trembled a few times on the ground without Consciousness, then died...

"Well? Are they both dead?" Yao Chenfeng approached with his experts.

"Dead."

Yao Qingjiao nodded in satisfaction. "If those two weren’t dead, then it’d be us dying instead."

"Right, that bald donkey kept saying the Holy Hall’s people would come save them. So why haven’t I seen a single shadow of the Holy Hall up till now?"

Yao Chenfeng was puzzled. If the Buddhist Sect people were leaving Zhonghai City, they would definitely anticipate that the Demon God Sect would come to intercept and kill them. Yet after fighting all this time, the other side hadn’t sent a single person. Could it be the Holy Hall no longer cared whether the Buddhist Sect people lived or died?

"Hmph. You think the Holy Hall didn’t send people to escort these two dead baldies? It’s just that the Holy Hall never imagined they’d already been killed by me."

Yao Qingjiao narrowed his eyes, cold laughter spilling out.

"Oh? Sect Master, what do you mean?" Yao Chenfeng frowned slightly, not grasping the meaning in Yao Qingjiao’s words.

"Hmph. I figure the Holy Hall’s people are probably being led around in circles by their own right now. Yes, they were supposed to escort the Buddhist Sect members out—but now they’re too late."

"These past few days, a woman came to see me. She wanted to cooperate with our Demon God Sect and even gave us advantages. There’s a high-level traitor inside the Holy Hall. This operation—if I’m not mistaken—that traitor inside the Holy Hall helped us out."

"A woman? A traitor inside? How am I supposed to take that?" Yao Chenfeng still didn’t understand.

Yao Qingjiao smiled faintly and laid out everything about Cang Jinyun coming to him. The reason the Holy Hall hadn’t shown up in Time was because Hua Tiandu had fed them false intelligence. The meeting was clearly at a western dock in Zhonghai City, but Hua Tiandu lied and reported that the two Buddhist Sect protectors had gone east. The Holy Hall rushed to the eastern side and found nothing there; by the Time they tried to rush back, it was already too late.

"Enough. Pack up these two corpses. When the Holy Hall people arrive, we’ll have a nice big gift ready for them." Yao Qingjiao said with a smile.

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, just as Yao Qingjiao turned, he felt an astonishing Killing Aura surge toward him.

"Not good!" Yao Qingjiao shouted.

"Splurt splurt splurt..."

But as his shout fell, the ten-plus experts he’d brought were almost all simultaneously cut across the throat by someone, Blood Water spraying wildly.

A green-clothed Taihuang Demon burst skyward out of the desolate reeds, sword in his right hand, the blade dripping with fresh Blood Water.

"What! Taihuang Demon!"

Yao Qingjiao was stunned, eyes bulging as he stared at the rapidly approaching Taihuang Demon. What the hell did this have to do with Taihuang Demon?

"Why did Taihuang Demon come?"

Yao Chenfeng’s face changed drastically. At such a critical juncture, they really didn’t want to offend the Taishang Sect. After all, the Taishang Sect Hierarch was a Thunder Tribulation Expert who could blow up and annihilate the Lin Family. How could their little Demon God Sect possibly be a match for them?