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Chapter 569 - 570: Xujing Master_1

Chapter 569: Chapter 570: Xujing Master_1

And even if Huitong committed a capital crime, it was not for Li Changlin to decide.

Nations have their laws; everything should be left for the police and the courts to handle.

As for the other monk, because Ye Xiyao did not hear his conversation with Huitong, she was also unaware of the vile thoughts in his mind.

"Don’t worry, I won’t kill them. Xi Yao, please sit tight and don’t move." Li Changlin knew Ye Xiyao was soft-hearted, so he did not explain what he was about to do, which was in fact more cruel than killing the men.

By crippling their martial arts ability, he figured they would remember this profound lesson!

However, even after crippling their martial arts ability, Li Changlin was not going to let it go so easily.

The very thought of them daring to defile Xi Yao had greatly touched Li Changlin’s raw nerve.

He strode swiftly to the door, at which point Huitong and the other monk had already struggled to stand up.

They knew they had met their match today and had firmly resolved to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

But who was Li Changlin, and how could he possibly let them leave with ease?

With a quick movement, he positioned himself at the doorway, looking at the two men with a cold gaze.

"What, what do you want to do?" Both monks were shaking in terror, stumbling backward.

Their right legs were wounded, blood flowing from the injuries, which had already stained the ground red.

Yet Li Changlin seemed oblivious as he calmly looked at the two men, then slowly raised his arm.

"What, what are you going to do!" Seeing his action, both monks were utterly frightened, feeling a bad premonition deep inside.

"Earlier, didn’t you say you wanted to cripple all my martial arts abilities?" Indifferently looking at them, Li Changlin spoke in a low tone, "Since that is so, then I’ll just cripple your abilities first. I wonder how you feel about that."

"Don’t, don’t come any closer, no, you can’t cripple my abilities." On hearing this, both men’s faces turned immediately pale.

Especially Huitong’s senior brother, who felt it even more deeply.

The words about crippling martial arts abilities were what he had discussed with Huitong in their guest room, not expecting that Li Changlin would overhear them from such a distance.

As for Huitong, his face showed traces of despair.

He glared hatefully at Li Changlin; if looks could kill, Li Changlin would certainly be dead and mutilated by now.

Ignoring their gazes, Li Changlin moved his feet and raised his hand, striking toward Huitong in front of him.

Boom!

The palm struck directly on Huitong’s belly.

With a movement of his arm, an extremely powerful force emanated from his palm heart, rushing into Huitong’s body and shattering his dantian in one blow.

"Ah!" A scream escaped Huitong’s mouth, and his body was flung backward.

With a thud, after flying out around two meters, he landed heavily on the ground.

"Did, did you kill him?" Staring at Li Changlin with horror, Huitong’s senior brother screamed fearfully, "Help, Master! Come save me!"

At that moment, with his power still present, his cry was heard by everyone in the temple.

"What’s going on, it seems like Senior Brother Hui Jue is yelling."

"Strange, Senior Brother Hui Jue seems to be crying for Master to save him, what does that mean?"

"That’s not right, in our Tielan Temple, who would dare to offend Senior Brother Hui Jue?"

"Amitabha, it seems Senior Brother Hui Jue is in trouble, let’s hurry over and see."

Senior Brother Hui Jue’s call attracted the attention of many monks.

At that moment, many monks had just finished breakfast, and upon hearing the shout, they immediately ran towards the guest rooms.

"Hmm, it’s Hui Jue!" As these monks were running over, an elderly monk who was cleaning in the Scripture Pavilion suddenly tensed, then tossed the broomstick against the wall with a flick of his hand.

Then, his body moved, and he was already flying out the window of the Scripture Pavilion.

That’s right, he was flung out, not jumped out.

This old monk is indeed a Xujing Master.

As for what was happening on this end, Li Changlin was naturally clueless.

Upon hearing Hui Jue’s shout, his face instantly darkened.

That settled it, Li Changlin had no desire to waste any more time, and immediately raised his hand, striking viciously towards Hui Jue.

"Damn it!" Hui Jue’s complexion changed drastically, realizing that Li Changlin really intended to "waste" his Dantian, he was naturally filled with terror.

At this moment, his right leg was already injured, and if he tried to dodge, he would probably be unable to escape Li Changlin’s palm.

Thus, Hui Jue immediately chose to fall backward and then rolled on the spot.

Whoosh!

This palm strike naturally missed, and Li Changlin was slightly taken aback, not expecting the monk’s reaction to be so quick.

However, he didn’t pay it much mind.

No matter how he reacted, today he was determined to "waste" his Dantian.

This disgrace of Buddhism certainly did not deserve any mercy!

Right away, Li Changlin flashed forward, turning and striding towards Hui Jue to attack once more.

At that moment, his ears twitched, having heard several footsteps rapidly approaching.

Fearing the elongation of the night would breed more dreams, Li Changlin grew slightly impatient in his heart.

Hui Jue had cried out loudly to his master for help, and Li Changlin had no idea about the extent of the master’s realm.

However, to have taught a disciple at the Peak of Dark Energy, it seemed that even if the master were only of the Transcendent Realm, his level was probably far beyond Li Changlin’s own.

If Li Changlin were to know that Hui Jue’s master was a Xujing Master, his heart would probably be even more urgent.

"Senior brother."

"Senior Brother Hui Jue"

"Where are you, where are you!"

Suddenly, many anxious shouts came from outside the door.

Hearing this, Li Changlin’s face grew even darker.

He hadn’t expected these people to arrive so quickly; it seemed that these monks were all warriors.

For the sake of one Hui Jue, it made no sense to "waste" the martial skills of all the monks.

The pressing matter was to cut the chaos with a swift stroke.

"I’m here, I’m in the hall, brothers, come quickly and save me!" At this moment, Hui Jue also heard the shouting from outside.

He hurriedly got up from the ground, and with a strained voice, he yelled loudly.

"Seeking death!" Li Changlin’s eyes turned frosty, and with a flash, he charged towards Hui Jue.

"Damn it!" Hui Jue’s eyes flickered, and he quickly moved, prepared to repeat his previous trick.

However, Li Changlin had anticipated this, and just as Hui Jue’s body leaned back, Li Changlin’s palm changed from a strike to a press.

Instantly, his hand was pressing directly on Hui Jue’s belly.

"Spare me!" Just at that moment, suddenly an aged voice called out in Li Changlin’s ear, it was Hui Jue’s master Master Kongxuan who had arrived.

"Shit, what realm is this old monk really at!" Li Changlin’s ears twitched, and he immediately heard the sound of air being cleaved.

He guessed that the newcomer must be Hui Jue’s master; his heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

A powerhouse capable of flight had to be at least of the Pseudo-Strength Level, such a person was definitely not within his ability to contend with.