Urban Martial Saint

”Bloody Monk, what do you mean by this?” Yan Hongsheng, unable to evade the relentless pursuit, shouted, ”I am engaged in a showdown with Southern Fist King Shen Tianjun, and you intervene like this, what does it mean? What, are you planning to join forces with Shen Tianjun to attack me?”

In this desperate situation, Yan Hongsheng still tried to provoke the Bloody Monk into stopping his assault. However, the Bloody Monk paid him no heed, continuing his relentless pursuit, leaving Yan Hongsheng utterly embarrassed.

Shen Tianjun had initially wanted to continue the duel with Yan Hongsheng, but upon seeing the Bloody Monk’s intervention, he refrained from further action. He knew well the Bloody Monk’s character; when the Bloody Monk decided to kill someone, no one could stop him. Seeing how he attacked Yan Hongsheng, it was clear he was going all out.

Despite Yan Hongsheng’s angry shouts, the Bloody Monk ignored him entirely. Moreover, the Bloody Monk’s attacks grew fiercer, while Yan Hongsheng, having previously harmed himself to forcibly augment the power of the Heart Demon Technique, was now severely exhausted. In addition, the sight of the True Buddha caused him panic, naturally making his situation increasingly dire, inching towards defeat by the Bloody Monk.

Facing such aggressive attacks from the Bloody Monk, Yan Hongsheng felt both panic and frustration. Frustration stemmed from being suppressed by two juniors, Shen Tianjun and the Bloody Monk, making his once-proud strength seem laughable. His panic came from the situation at hand; his Heart Demon Technique had been thwarted by the True Buddha, leaving him utterly powerless to escape death.

Yan Hongsheng had planned to drag Shen Tianjun down with him upon dying, but his strength had waned too much to do so. Given the current situation, if the fight continued, he would surely die by the Bloody Monk’s hand. Was he really going to lose his life here?

The Bloody Monk, oblivious to Yan Hongsheng’s thoughts, continued his relentless attacks, seemingly crazed. Only the Wolf Monk beside him knew why the Bloody Monk had become so engulfed in fury, all because of the Heart Demon Technique.

Years ago, the Bloody Monk succumbed to the control of the Heart Demon, massacring Xiaolin Temple and many others, including numerous people who did not deserve to die—many were his friends and family. Although the Bloody Monk still harbors a strong killing intent, he deeply despised his Heart Demon. This time, Yan Hongsheng’s Heart Demon Technique triggered the Heart Demon again, almost leading him into chaos and killing those nearby. His anger is thus understandable, compelling him to attack Yan Hongsheng with all his might.

In this state of intense anger, the Bloody Monk could not be swayed by Yan Hongsheng’s provocation. At this moment, disregarding face or rules, he only wished to kill Yan Hongsheng to quell his inner fury!

”Kill him! Kill him!”

Voices began to shout from all around as these people already harbored animosity toward the Yan Family. Nearly falling under the control of Yan Hongsheng’s Heart Demon Technique, their rage toward Yan Hongsheng reached a peak. Seeing the Bloody Monk in action, they naturally wished for him to simply kill Yan Hongsheng.

Like echoing their sentiment, the Bloody Monk’s assault became even more ferocious, leaving Yan Hongsheng struggling to defend, defeat merely a matter of seconds.

Yan Hongsheng now felt utterly hopeless; his final trump card had been defeated. He realized he was entirely finished this time, unable to avoid disaster. Truthfully, at this moment, he felt like giving in—it might be cleaner to let the Bloody Monk kill him, as struggling seemed no longer meaningful.

As Yan Hongsheng’s attacks grew weaker, the Bloody Monk seized the opportunity, swiftly rushing to Yan Hongsheng’s side, slashing his hand toward Yan Hongsheng’s chest, yelling, ”Die!”

Yan Hongsheng now had no time to fend off the Bloody Monk’s assault; indeed, he wanted to surrender. So, facing the Bloody Monk’s deadly blow, he simply closed his eyes, unwilling but unable to change the outcome.

Just as everyone thought Yan Hongsheng was doomed, a black-clad figure swiftly dashed into the crowd. Before the Bloody Monk’s double palm landed on Yan Hongsheng, this figure grabbed Yan Hongsheng’s collar, lifting him away, narrowly dodging the Bloody Monk’s strike, leaving his hands hitting nothing but air.

The Bloody Monk did not expect such a twist; this sudden figure moved with shockingly swift speed, outperforming even those speed-specialized experts like the Purple Robe Lama. Rescuing Yan Hongsheng under these circumstances was bewildering, indicating this person was far superior to the Bloody Monk. Indeed, this mysterious figure might be a beyond peerless master!

Others witnessed the situation and shared the Bloody Monk’s thoughts, speculating this person might be a beyond peerless master. Everyone was deeply shocked, even slightly panicked. If this individual were to turn against them, who among them could withstand him?

But the Bloody Monk differed from others present; he belonged to the type that drew courage from adversity, seeking to fight rather than flee when confronting a stronger opponent. He had previously faced the Corpse Ghost Dragon similarly, and now against such a formidable expert, how could he be deterred? On the contrary, after this person took Yan Hongsheng away, the Bloody Monk immediately let out a howl, gathering all his strength and launching an all-out attack at this person’s back, seemingly ready for a desperate fight!

The person’s face was covered, head wrapped in black cloth, making it impossible to see his features. Feeling the Bloody Monk’s assault from behind, he notably furrowed his brow, turning to casually strike back, coinciding with the Bloody Monk’s palms. Without suspense, the Bloody Monk was sent flying backward by his single palm strike, vomiting blood twice and suffering internal injuries—the power imbalance evident from this one move.

And this once again astonished the surrounding people, marveling at this person’s formidable strength. They had seen the Bloody Monk’s prowess clearly beforehand; now, with him rendered defenseless against a mere palm strike from this person, how extraordinary must his strength be?

Before the Bloody Monk hit the ground, Shen Tianjun leaped forward to catch him, preventing a harsh landing. Immediately, Helian Tiehua, the Wolf Monk, and others rushed out, standing protectively in front of the Bloody Monk, warily watching the figure rescuing Yan Hongsheng, fearing another attack.

While others also fixed their eyes on the mystery figure, none dared to act. Although they had cheered for the Bloody Monk to kill Yan Hongsheng, that was when they held the upper hand. Now, with such a powerful expert suddenly appearing on Yan Hongsheng’s side, who dared speak further?

Fortunately, the person showed no intent to further attack the Bloody Monk. Holding Yan Hongsheng’s collar, he quickly leaped away from the Hong Alliance Seven Rudders’ manor, without lingering even a bit. Though the area was filled with masters, none dared to obstruct him in the slightest, everyone helplessly watching him leave.

After a long pause, everyone finally calmed slightly, beginning to debate who this mysterious savior was. The consensus was none other than The Immortal Lord, as all knew of The Immortal Lord joining the Yan Family. Moreover, The Immortal Lord matched the caliber of a beyond peerless master, fitting this person’s level perfectly!

The Hong Alliance Seven Rudders, however, did not discuss the mysterious master’s identity, focusing instead on hurriedly aiding the injured Bloody Monk. Ye Qing administered two fragments of the Devouring Demon Flower to the Bloody Monk, helping restore his complexion slightly. Evidently, the Devouring Demon Flower could indeed treat his injuries. Despite this, given his current condition, even after taking two fragments, it likely would take over an hour for him to fully recover.

Seeing the Bloody Monk’s injuries stabilize, Ye Qing and the others breathed a sigh of relief, finally having time to ponder the identity of Yan Hongsheng’s rescuer. Unquestionably, their conclusion led to The Immortal Lord. Yet, when discussing The Immortal Lord, Ye Qing remained skeptical.

”The news of The Immortal Lord joining the Yan Family has long been widespread; everyone knows The Immortal Lord is working for the Yan Family.” Ye Qing surveyed the people around him, speaking in a grave tone, ”However, the person who rescued Yan Hongsheng just now had his face covered, indicating he didn’t want others to see who he was, he was hiding his identity. This doesn’t suit The Immortal Lord’s situation well; The Immortal Lord wouldn’t need to be masked, right?”

His words prompted contemplation among the group; indeed, if it were The Immortal Lord, why would he need to be masked? But aside from The Immortal Lord, was there another beyond peerless master within the Yan Family? If true, the Yan Family’s power seemed overwhelmingly terrifying!

In this era, a single beyond peerless master could dominate the world. With two, the Yan Family might indeed swallow Heaven, Earth, and Man Three Gates entirely, a very possible reality!