Chapter Fourteen: The Golden Bell Shield

  "This must be the famous Lion's Roar Skill! It lives up to its reputation!"

  The young woman looked around and then spoke to the monk in the middle, her red lips slightly opening, her voice pleasant and moving.

  "Tianyuan Monk, although you were expelled from Buddhism, you have been practicing in the Buddhist sect for many years. Why do you want to be a traitor for the tiger?"

  Tianyuan's eyes revealed a fierce and ruthless gaze, no longer calm and peaceful. For the sake of revenge, he had annihilated his enemy's entire family, only to be expelled by the Buddhist sect, even having his cultivation abolished. Why? Had he done something wrong? Was it that the world only allowed others to kill, but not him to avenge himself?

  If that's the case, what fairness can be spoken of in this world. He witnessed his own 5 or 6 year old niece being slaughtered, blood splattering on the stone floor, saw his parents having their throats cut, brothers and sisters one by one falling into a pool of blood...

  Kill kill kill...

  "Mentioning this matter again is like helping a tiger to harm others. How dare you?" Tian Yuan's eyes were filled with bloodshot, his killing intent was palpable, and the temperature in the air dropped instantly.

  A loud, thunderous lion's roar erupted, deafening the ears and almost visible to the naked eye, as shockwaves rippled through space with folds and ripples, charging towards the young woman.

  The young woman's body dodged rapidly, her beautiful figure swaying as she evaded the Lion's Roar energy wave. Boom! The ordinary wooden staircase was destroyed, splinters flying everywhere.

  Humming...

  A sword hum appeared, and the young woman's pale right hand grasped a long sword. The sword body shone with cold light, like autumn water rippling, and the long sword in her hand, the young woman plunged towards Tianyuan. A gentle breeze swept by, and the killing intent was deeply hidden. Tianyuan and the monk suddenly felt that the sword light seemed to be coming from all directions to kill him.

  The Clear Wind Sword Technique, a unique skill of the Plum Blossom Manor, is like a gentle breeze on the face when executed. It's elusive and impossible to grasp, but it conceals a deep killing intent. If one relaxes their guard even slightly, their entire body will be pierced through in an instant, leading to certain death.

  The Heavenly Origin was shocked, and a faint golden light rose from his entire body. The Vajra Cover, the ultimate technique of Buddhism, was difficult to master even for the easiest part of it. It was said that the founder of Buddhism, Bodhidharma, created this twelve-layered technique. Once mastered, one would be impervious to water and fire, and even knives and arrows would find it hard to cause harm. One's body would become as tough as fine steel, and even in death, it would not rot.

  The Golden Canopy is not a great achievement that can be easily accomplished, and in the past two hundred years, no one has been able to cultivate it to perfection. The Heavenly Origin is only a mere seven layers, and even in Buddhist sects, there are only a few who have achieved this level.

  The sound of clanging metal rose, the long sword struck Tianyuan's body, even producing a metallic collision sound. Through the already tattered robes, it could be seen that the long sword had only left small white marks on Tianyuan's body, without a single drop of blood flowing out.

  After the Tianyuan operation started, a steel rod was taken out from behind. With a loud noise, the long rod whistled, opening and closing, majestic and powerful, with a strong and fierce light, like a Vajra subduing demons.

  The Great Fumo Stick Method is also a top-notch stick method in Buddhism. Tianyuan has been secretly cultivating it for 20 years, just to avenge himself one day, and naturally he has worked hard on his martial arts skills. Now that his great revenge has been avenged, although he was expelled from the Buddhist sect, his martial arts skills have not fallen behind.

  Ding ding...

  The sound of metal clashing was incessant, with a fierce aura spreading everywhere. The duel between the two top-notch masters was no longer something that third-rate warriors could participate in; the people from Tian Lang Men had already retreated early on and were watching from tens of meters away.

  Pan Hao also retreated with the crowd at this time, but no one had the energy to care about him. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind struck Pan Hao's neck, it turned out that Jiao Sang saw Pan Hao hiding over here too, and evil intentions rose up instantly, just now it was this kid who caused his own right hand to be disabled, he must make him disabled in order to vent his hatred.

  Pan Hao suddenly realized, his right hand lifted back, his right hand seemed slow, but actually already reached the extreme point, his index finger and middle finger closed together, hitting Jiao Sang's chest, a thousand kilograms of force exploded on his chest, a dull sound, Jiao Sang stumbled backward, thud, Jiao Sang fell to the ground, spitting out bloody foam. "You... you..."

  Pointing at Pan Hao, he still didn't say what he wanted to say. He simply tilted his neck and fell silent.

  "Jiao Sang was killed, it's this little brat!"

  "What?"

  "What's going on?!"

  Kosan's death did not subside, and as soon as Kosan made his move, someone discovered it. However, in dealing with an ordinary person, they didn't pay much attention to it, but unexpectedly, Kosan encountered a tough opponent.

  "Who dares kill someone from Tian Lang Men? You're looking for death!"

  The people at the Tianlang Gate had already reacted, a middle-aged man with a red face and muscles like a coiled dragon was the first to act. He glared at Pan Hao with anger in his eyes and pounced on him, shouting. A massive fist as big as a sand pot came towards Pan Hao's face with a whistling sound. Pan Hao dodged to the side, his left hand casually touching the middle-aged man's body.

  He let out a loud cry, his breastbone shattered, his heart ruptured, the man fell to the ground convulsing non-stop, his five senses bleeding profusely, his face twisted beyond recognition, all vital energy extinguished, curled up like a shrimp, and there was no sound.

  "Up! Kill him!"

  "This is a tough nut to crack, using battle formation..."

  The Tianlang Gate crowd suddenly went into a frenzy, killing two people in a row. Do they really think of our Tianlang Gate as nothing?!

  When they first arrived, there were eight people. Now, in the blink of an eye, only six are left. These eight were all third-rate martial artists. Even if they were slightly worse, they would still be the master of a lower-level sect. If they could break through to second-rate martial artist before the age of 40, they would become a city lord or a protector of the sect. In this world where martial arts are flourishing, any first-rate expert is either the leader of a sect or an elder. Most masters focus on comprehending the way of heaven and earth and will not spend time managing their sect unless there is a major disaster that threatens the very existence of the sect.

  Six people realized that Pan Hao was not easy to deal with, and suddenly adopted a battle formation. The six people stepped on each other's feet, mutually supporting each other, and pressed tightly towards Pan Hao with a strong killing intent. Pan Hao's heart moved slightly - this battle formation was actually quite good, causing the power of the six people to condense into one force, shielding and relieving each other, resisting attacks, making it difficult for even a second-rate master to break through.

  However, against Pan Hao, it still seems powerless. Now, even without using the power of the divine soul, the physical strength is invincible, capable of lifting a tripod and pulling nine cows backwards.

  Boom, Pan Hao did not dodge or evade, one punch struck out, the huge power instantly broke open the battle formation, and the blue-clothed man facing Pan Hao was suddenly thrown several meters away, his hand bones broken, his chest bone deeply sunken, spitting blood as he died.

  What! The people of Tianglangmen were terrified, and without any resistance, they were crushed by the war array, killing one of their own. What kind of monster is this?! Is it true that at such a young age, his aura has already reached this level?!

  "Use the weapon!!!" A man suddenly shouted out loud.

  Everyone woke up with a start, right! As long as they don't collide head-on, they can be hacked to death with swords and knives! I don't believe that his physical body can still compare to the Tianyuan elder who cultivates the Golden Armor.

  With a loud shout, five men drew out the large knives hanging from their waists, the blades over four feet three inches long, emitting a cold metallic luster. With knives in hand, the battle intent of the five men suddenly surged up. They let out a loud cry and unleashed the knife techniques they had honed through years of fierce battles.

  Whoa, the big knife came from all directions, sealing off Pan Hao's entire body, airtight. Pan Hao stepped on the mysterious steps, strolling leisurely in the tiny gaps to escape, his feet sliding, Pan Hao flashed and arrived at the right side of a man in green clothes, the man was tall and sturdy, with thick hands and feet, the big knife danced in his hand, with a hint of murderous intent lingering, obviously having taken many lives.

  Pan Hao flashed to his right, his left hand landed on the blue-clad man's right hand with a crack, and the blue-clad man's right hand was already broken. Pan Hao took over his big knife with his right hand, and with a palm of his left hand, the blue-clad man flew out for several meters, his chest bone shattered to pieces, and he died on the spot.

  Pan Hao took over the big knife, feeling its weight, and smiled slightly. What about swordsmanship? I'm also quite skilled in that area!

  Pan Hao held a large knife in front of his chest, and a fierce aura was emanating from him. It seemed to transport people to the battlefield, with yellow sand covering the ground and the setting sun like blood. A killing intent was spreading from Pan Hao's body, this was an air of bloody battlefields, a hundred battles without regret.

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