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Chapter 287 - 287 266 Never Bully the Young and Poor

Chapter 287: Chapter 266: Never Bully the Young and Poor! (Subscribe please) Chapter 287: Chapter 266: Never Bully the Young and Poor! (Subscribe please) Half a year ago, Chen Yuan had wanted to ruthlessly pummel the elder monk in front of him to death, to show him how many eyes King Chen had, daring to rely on the power of Gold Mountain Monastery to force him to reveal the Vajra Glaze Body.

At that time, he had wondered, what if Tao Qingyuan couldn’t protect him?

Of course, he suppressed the killing intent, prioritized preserving his life, and planned to settle accounts later. Fortunately, Tao Qingyuan wasn’t weak enough to fail in protecting his subordinate, successfully warding off the pressure from Gold Mountain Monastery.

But, he didn’t provide Chen Yuan an outlet for his rage.

Of course, Chen Yuan didn’t need anyone else to take revenge for him; whoever provoked him would receive a tenfold, hundredfold retribution.

That killing intent had always been hidden in his heart, never revealed to outsiders over the past half-year, as if he had let go of the matter; but only he knew that he had not!

And, as time passed, that killing intent grew stronger.

It’s undeniable that Chen Yuan endured and painstakingly cultivated not only because of his inherently ambitious nature but also due to the pressure from Gold Mountain Monastery.

He constantly thought about killing that bald monk and eradicating the monastery he relied on.

Let him descend to Hell filled with regret.

Today, he was finally about to achieve it!

As his mind achieved clarity, the power in Chen Yuan’s punches grew stronger, Gang Qi swirling around his right arm, continuously striking the desperately resisting Monk Fa Nan.

Even Fa Nan’s golden Zen Staff bore some marks from the pounding.

Seeing Chen Yuan’s eyes growing brighter in front of him, Monk Fa Nan felt a bitter taste emerging, himself cultivating for decades and yet unable to block this young man!

“Chen Yuan!”

He roared, blood flushing upwards, and he unleashed the Buddhist secret technique, burning his blood Qi to enhance his strength; otherwise, he feared it wouldn’t take much time before he was killed by the fellow in front of him.

His monk robes tore, his white beard fluttered, and veins bulged under his skin as his blood Qi surged, recklessly swinging the Zen Staff towards Chen Yuan’s head.

“Bang!”

A cold snort, like two massive stones colliding.

Chen Yuan raised his right arm and forcefully endured the full force of Fa Nan’s strike, his blood Qi tumbling in his chest, a piercing pain welling up in his heart, causing him to squint his eyes.

With dark golden light circulating around his body, had it not been for the strong protective ability of the Vajra Glaze Body, that single strike might have been enough to shatter his right arm.

Having no time to think further, Chen Yuan loosened his grip on the Yan Ling Saber in his right hand, which slipped back into its sheath as he moved forward, directly grabbing the Zen Staff.

“Die!”

Chen Yuan’s gaze intensified, a cold light flashing as he punched Fa Nan.

Monk Fa Nan, grasping the Staff and seeing Chen Yuan emerge unharmed from the strike, panicked and hastily threw a punch to block, Gang Qi swirling around him for protection.

“Boom.”

Their fists collided, producing a cracking sound; Fa Nan’s Gang Qi around his body was forcefully shattered by Chen Yuan, adding to the pain in the monk’s fist colliding with Chen Yuan’s.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Seizing the opportunity, Chen Yuan unleashed all his rage on Monk Fa Nan, every punch hitting flesh, every palm strike hitting bone.

One punch, shattered Monk Fa Nan’s shoulder bone.

Two punches, burst his right arm.

Three punches, the old bald monk’s right arm was a bloody pulp!

Monk Fa Nan’s face contorted in pain, the bone-deep torment as if entering the marrow made him clench his teeth and he retorted with a punch from his left fist towards Chen Yuan.

Easily blocking the strike, Chen Yuan transformed his right fist into a claw, like a hook forged from fine steel, puncturing Monk Fa Nan’s left arm, creating five bloody holes.

A cruel smile appeared on Chen Yuan’s lips as he tore a large piece of flesh ruthlessly with his vice-like grip.

Actually, he had better methods to deal with Fa Nan, like continuously blasting out Sword Light which he definitely couldn’t endure for long, or using his Blood Evil Saber for a stealthy lethal attack.

But he didn’t want to.

He wanted Fa Nan to pay a bloody price for his past mistakes!

Several times, Tang Qian tried to assassinate Chen Yuan and was torn to halves by him; thus, this arrogant old bald monk’s end must be even worse than Tang Qian’s, to alleviate the hatred in his heart!

One might say Chen Yuan was petty and unforgiving, but that was him, vengeful and ferocious, harsh on himself and even harsher on others!

“Ah!!!!”

The pain of having flesh torn off made even Monk Fa Nan unable to resist screaming, immediately drawing the attention of many, Tao Qingyuan, Wei Xin, Shi Yunlong, and others quickly turned their heads toward him.

When they saw the bloody Monk Fa Nan, and the indiscernible piece of flesh in Chen Yuan’s hand, Shi Yunlong shuddered as he recalled the gruesome fate of Tang Qian before.

Back then, Chen Yuan had mercilessly torn his old foe Tang Qian into two, blood mist filling the air.

Fa Hai furrowed his brows, a fierce intent finally emerging on his face, wanting to break free from Tao Qingyuan and others to aid Fa Nan, but ultimately he was unable to escape the encirclement by the several of them.

Seeing Monk Fa Nan open his mouth, Chen Yuan stuffed the torn flesh into it and then with a fierce tug, tore off Monk Fa Nan’s left arm.

Left arm broken, left arm ripped off, Monk Fa Nan’s strength was directly halved; blood and flesh protruding from his mouth, he aimed a fierce kick at Chen Yuan with eyes filled with a rich killing intent.

“Bang!”

Chen Yuan easily blocked, directly grabbing Fa Nan’s leg and forcefully twisted….

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“Cough, cough…”

On the ground, Monk Fan Nan struggled to raise his head, but his body lacked any strength to do so, no, more precisely, Monk Fan Nan’s flesh body was no longer whole.

Now, only a bloodied right arm and a right leg remained, the rest of his parts were casually thrown aside.

His current state was extremely tragic, his body covered in blood, soaking a large area of the ground, his shoulder bones shattered, his organs ruptured, and a large blood hole at his Dantian.

It seemed one could pass an arm through it.

No…

Not seemed.

An arm had indeed just passed through it, Chen Yuan directly punched through his Dantian, destroying the cultivation Monk Fan Nan had strained for decades to achieve.

Now, he was like a dying dog,

Monk Fan Nan shakily opened his eyes, just in time to see Chen Yuan watching him with an innocent smile, as if all that had happened was not his doing.

“Chen…Chen…Yuan….”

Monk Fan Nan’s voice was hoarse, blood frothed at the corners of his mouth.

“Got any last words to say?”

Chen Yuan gazed at Monk Fan Nan on the ground, lifted his foot, and stepped on his face:

“Better bully an old man than a poor young one, have you heard of this phrase? When you initially tried to force me into handing over the cultivation technique by using your power, did you ever think of today? Did you ever think that today you would die by my hand?”

“Did you ever think that Gold Mountain Monastery, built over a hundred years ago, would perish because of you?”

His speech was measured, his smile still on his lips, such that anyone unaware would really think he was a harmless, handsome young master.

No one could associate him with the one who had beaten Monk Fan Nan to an unrecognizable state, if not for someone familiar, nobody could recognize the Supervisor Elder of Gold Mountain Monastery, of such high and influential stature.

He was indeed the most powerful person in Gold Mountain Monastery.

Fa Hai, who had no interest in mundane affairs, had long entrusted most of the monastery’s authority to Monk Fan Nan, to call him the most powerful was not an overstatement.

“Demon…head…”

Monk Fan Nan’s throat rasped, as if he wanted to etch Chen Yuan’s image permanently, to not spare him even in hell.

“Demon head?” Chen Yuan chuckled softly, his eyes cold as he surveyed the surroundings and said, “What is a demon? And what is Buddha?”

“Is bullying others using power Buddha-like?”

“Is seeking revenge considered demonic?”

“Old man, you’re not yet enlightened. Good, evil, right, wrong, can you differentiate? Today I’ll tell you that not only will Gold Mountain Monastery be completely eradicated, but it will also carry an everlasting notorious reputation.”

Chen Yuan felt very pleased. His thoughts at this moment were unusually clear, otherwise, he wouldn’t have spoken so much to Monk Fan Nan, a man on the verge of death.

Of course, the main reason was that their side was in the upper hand. With five Reach Profound experts united, no matter how powerful Monk Fan Nan was, he couldn’t cause much of a disturbance,

merely struggling in vain.

As for the disciples clashing below, while the renowned Arhat Stick Array was strong, their own strength was ultimately weak, combined with incessant sneak attacks,

the martial monks of Gold Mountain Monastery had already fallen nearly by half.

The ground was covered with corpses, to say ‘blood flowed like a river’ was not an exaggeration.

“You…” Monk Fan Nan couldn’t talk over Chen Yuan, and at this moment, he couldn’t speak either, only staring directly at him, trying to point his finger at him, which Chen Yuan found and crushed his finger.

Then, he smiled again at him, and a blast of Powerful Energy exploded his head.

Initially, Chen Yuan had planned to spare Monk Fan Nan’s life, letting him watch helplessly as Gold Mountain Monastery burned into ashes before him, ending in agony.

But rethinking it, he dismissed the idea, what’s the use in arguing with a dead man?

After all, with his death, Chen Yuan’s thoughts became even more clear. Spending time on him was simply unnecessary.

With the death of Monk Fan Nan, the situation at Gold Mountain Monastery collapsed completely. With Chen Yuan, a fresh troop, joining them, they had no chance of turning the tides.

“Fa Hai.” Chen Yuan looked up and called to the dominating figure in the void.

Hearing the voice, Fa Hai turned to look at Chen Yuan with an indifferent gaze, his eyes wandering over a bloodied figure, his expression faintly darkened.

“Vile spawn, your sins are deep, and in the future, you will surely be suppressed eternally by the Buddhist great powers,” Fa Hai could not help but reprove Chen Yuan, devoid of his usual indifferent demeanor.

The killing intent on his body was palpable, his eyes emitting a golden light, just like an enraged Buddha.

Chen Yuan was unimpressed, stepping forward and rising into the air, his voice booming:

“Ridiculous, you really think highly of yourself, do you really think I didn’t see that Monk Fan Nan was acting under your orders? Indeed, inside the Buddhist sect, there are all a bunch of hypocritical, evil-hearted monks.”

“As for what you said about the so-called great Buddhist powers, what do I, Chen Yuan, have to fear?”

“Arrogant fool, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth!”

Fa Hai said coldly.

Chen Yuan laughed, a cold laugh. These hypocritical and conceited monks indeed were detestable.

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