With a deafening roar, dust billowed up, obscuring the view of the scene for a moment.
After the dust settled, everyone eagerly looked over, only to be greatly surprised.
Xiao Feng struck out with a palm, but failed to kill Ye Erniang. However, at some unknown time, Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple quietly arrived and blocked the palm strike.
Then, Xuan Ci collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood uncontrollably, and was on the verge of death.
"You...you..."
Xuan Ci collapsed into Ye Erniang's arms, pointing at Xiao Feng, unable to speak.
"How could you be so foolish? You have such a bright future ahead of you, why would you take the blame for someone as lowly as me! Waaaaah..."
Seeing his appearance, Ye Erniang panicked and began to sob.
Then, she suddenly raised her head, looked at Xiao Feng, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "You demon, you are not a messenger of the gods at all. I just wanted to see my child before I died. Is that wrong?"
After Xiao Feng unleashed a palm strike, he sensed Xuan Ci quickly approaching and exchanging a blow with him.
He was slightly surprised, thinking to himself that although this old bald monk was sanctimonious and utterly depraved, he had not lost his humanity and had some sense of responsibility. He stood up at the crucial moment and blocked the fatal blow for Ye Erniang.
"You people value your own lives so highly, while treating other people's lives as worthless as weeds. When you killed those children who were not even three days old, didn't you feel even a little bit of remorse?"
"Although I, Xiao Feng, have killed countless people, each one of them was a heinous criminal, and not a single soul was innocent under my command! Otherwise, how could I have gained the favor of the gods, who bestowed upon me a divine decree to carry out the punishments on behalf of Heaven?"
"Forget it, why should I tell you all this? If you want to know who your son is, go ask the King of Hell!"
After Xiao Feng finished speaking, he raised his palm and slapped it down.
"Xiao Feng, stop!"
"Men, form the Shaolin 108 Arhats Formation!"
Just then, a dozen monks dressed in bright red robes rushed forward, snatched Xuan Ci and Ye Erniang away, and together they blocked Xiao Feng's palm strike.
All of this happened so fast that by the time the Shaolin abbots realized what was happening, Abbot Xuanci was already seriously injured and on the verge of death.
Then, they saw Xiao Feng about to attack Abbot Xuanci again, and the old monks dared not hesitate any longer.
"ah……"
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
"Something terrible has happened!"
Seeing that things were getting out of hand, the assembled heroes retreated and made way for the area.
Some of the more astute ones, sensing the danger, had already slipped away.
In the chat group, people frequently shared their opinions.
Duan Lang: "Shaolin monks are shameless! If they can't beat someone one-on-one, they gang up on them!"
Dongfang Bai: "As expected!"
Yang Guang: "This is the normal phenomenon. What are so-called benevolence and morality worth?"
Little Dragon Girl: "These monks are so wicked!"
In the arena, at the command of the head monk in the crimson cassock, a group of yellow-robed monks wielding long staffs rushed out and surrounded Xiao Feng.
There were a total of 108 monks, who were now divided into twelve teams, standing in rows and columns, forming a strange formation.
Despite the disorganization of the group, it felt remarkably harmonious.
This formation contains an extremely powerful force; anyone who violates it will surely die!
Any master in the world, standing before this formation, would be psychologically at a disadvantage from the start.
Once this formation is activated, the onslaught will be relentless and never-ending. Even if you survive the relentless onslaught, you will eventually be exhausted to death.
"Amitabha!"
The 108 monks chanted a Buddhist prayer in unison, causing a strong wind to rise and the monks' robes to flutter wildly, their energy spreading in all directions.
Surrounded in the middle, Xiao Feng felt a blur before his eyes, and then felt an immense pressure squeezing his entire body.
It's like suddenly being thrown into a huge whirlpool, helplessly spinning and sinking in, giving one a sense of absurdity. Even with unparalleled courage, one will end up exhausted and captured.
"Xiao Feng, surrender now, convert to Buddhism, repent for your past mistakes, eliminate countless sins, and be reborn in the Pure Land in the future!"
Seeing that Xiao Feng was trapped by the great formation, a Shaolin abbot in a bright red kasaya stepped forward and said with a sorrowful expression.
Abbot Xuanci was not only on the verge of death, but also disgraced, ruining the reputation of the ancient Shaolin Temple. As a fellow Shaolin monk, he naturally felt deeply humiliated!
"Haha, do you really think you can take down Xiao Feng with just these people? It seems you're all too naive!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng smiled slightly, showing no sign of nervousness.
"Very well, I will let the world know that martial arts, when cultivated to a high level, can indeed lead to divine abilities! It is far beyond what you worthless rotten potatoes and fish can provoke at will!"
Kneel down!
He snorted coldly, unleashing his full aura without reservation.
"boom!"
Like a deafening roar, a thunderclap exploded in the sky, scattering the white clouds and creating an extremely oppressive feeling in everyone's hearts.