Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 86 Lay down the butcher's knife? Hey, you brought the knife to Zhang!

"Is it Shaolin that produces talent, or is it...?"

Wei Wu pointed his black blade at the fallen Dragon and Tiger List, his domineering tone tinged with amusement:

"Shall we let these good-for-nothings on the 'Snake and Rat List' compete in terms of culinary skills first?"

"Amitabha……"

Xinhu finally stopped pretending to be dead, put his palms together in front of his chest, and let out a long sigh.

Today, Wei Wu slaughtered the Dragon and Tiger Ranking masters as easily as slaying chickens and dogs, and defeated the top ten masters of the Weapon Ranking three times, calling the Dragon and Tiger Ranking the "Snake and Rat Ranking". He has completely trampled the momentum that Shaolin has built up over the past few months.

If he were to wipe out the entire list today, Shaolin's foundation in the martial arts world would be severely damaged, if not completely destroyed, but it would still lose a great deal of goodwill and financial resources.

He had no choice but to step forward, and he had no other option but to step forward!

"Benefactor Wei, you have quite the bloodthirstiness. You should know that the true purpose of martial arts is not to kill or harm, but to strengthen the body and protect oneself..."

Xin Hu tried to ease the tension by downplaying the main issue.

However, Cao Cao was not swayed by this approach at all.

"Stop rambling!"

"You're one of the Shaolin masters, and those two with gold skins too. Who else? Bring them all on!"

The black blade in Wei Wu's hand was no longer as concealed as it had been in Bai Tianyu's hands, which had been like a line. Instead, a dazzling light flowed across it, as if it were covered with a layer of dark red shadow, clearly telling the person opposite him, "I'm about to cut you down."

The Arhats Subduing Dragon and Tiger showed no intention of flaunting their seniority. With solemn expressions, they stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right like gatekeepers blocking the path to the heart of the lake, their voices barely audible.

"We only have one strike left. If we miss, all our efforts will be in vain."

Before Cao Cao, the phrase "I will go to hell" had not been without failure.

But both the King of Kyushu and the King of Joy lost their composure, damaged their skills, and were injured by this move.

Only Cao Cao avoided it!

This made Jianglong and Fuhu no longer underestimate Wei Wu, but the price was not small, as they lost a Sleeping Arhat. Otherwise, with the combined efforts of the three, they might have been able to block Wei Wu's retreat.

Xinhu understood what the two Arhats meant, so he could only close his eyes and sigh, putting on a compassionate posture and saying, "Since Benefactor Wei is so confident, don't blame this old monk for disregarding the rules of the martial world."

As soon as he finished speaking, five elderly monks of the Xu generation stepped forward and occupied their respective positions, forming an Arhat formation that surrounded Wei Wu.

Only Xinhu, holding his Zen staff, landed outside the formation and softly called out, "Shaolin Arhat Subduing Demon Formation, please break the formation, benefactor!"

bell--

The copper ring on his staff trembled, and nine streams of killing intent simultaneously locked onto Wei Wu.

Don't say that monks have no murderous intent; have you not heard of the Vajra's wrathful eyes that terrify the villains, and the Arhat's valiant arms that slay the demon?

An elderly monk of the "Xu" generation suddenly shouted, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The first sound invigorated the monks, the second sound was like a lion's roar suppressing the light breeze and drizzle, and the third sound was like a tidal wave shaking up the hem of Cao Cao's robe.

He shouted again, "Kill!"

The fourth word revealed no clues, and the accumulated true energy surged forth, stirring up the mud and water on the ground like turbid waves, clearly intending to seize the initiative with "Lion's Roar," one of the Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills.

Wei Wu remained motionless, without raising his hand, yet a streak of black light drifted far away, slashing towards the sky.

Ok?

Did it miss?

This thought crossed everyone's mind, but they quickly suppressed it.

How could someone as skilled in martial arts as Wei Wu be intimidated by the Lion's Roar, so flustered that he slashed his sword into the air?

It must be a feint!

The eight monks became increasingly cautious.

Little did Wei Wu know that he also felt a bit uneasy—this divine blade strike was nothing short of a "madman blade"!

He was using the Bai family's divine sword, but who knows that the "divine" in this divine sword is actually the "divine" of "nerves"!

To master this divine blade strike, one must practice diligently day after day, honing the "chopping" and "slashing" techniques until they become second nature.

Apart from that, you only need to know how to use the other eleven basic moves, so much so that in actual application, only the first three moves of the Bai Family Divine Blade are worth watching—slash, slash again, and slash the last time.

Those who can dodge these three blows are top-tier experts; those who cannot will perish under their blades.

Wei Wu acquired the Bai family's divine sword, but with his talent, he couldn't monetize the "practical" martial arts. Using his fame points would be too wasteful, so he simply slashed the sky with his sword to scare people.

As expected, this frightened the group of Shaolin monks!

The attack, which should have been a thunderous onslaught, hesitated because of this strike.

This hesitation is the flaw!

Wei Wu's black sword had somehow flown out with that blade of light, replaced by his outstretched sleeves.

The silver light shot out like a shooting star.

"Be careful!"

The copper rings on the monk's staff jingled like bells as it hurriedly plunged into the formation, but it couldn't stop the flying knives that seemed to fly like magic.

puff!

The throwing knife pierced the space between the eyebrows without any resistance.

Having suffered a loss at the hands of the "Great Joyful Bodhisattva," Wei Wu naturally dared not, like Li Xunhuan, save all his money to buy wine and simply throw a few flying knives to get by.

So he asked Sun Baifa to make twelve special throwing knives and one hundred and twenty-eight "ordinary" throwing knives for him. Even the most ordinary throwing knives could easily cut a hair with a breath, which shows their effectiveness.

Besides accompanying Wei Wu on his travels, Sun Xiaohong's main purpose in coming here this time was to deliver a knife.

Therefore, even the two Shaolin mummified Buddhas, Subduing Dragon and Subduing Tiger, created using various materials, were unexpectedly struck in the head by Wei Wu's specially made throwing knife.

The Arhat Staff Formation is only effective within three zhang (approximately 13 meters), but within ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), Cao Cao (Cao Cao) dares to say that it never misses its mark!

With his superb skills and specially made throwing knives, Wei Wu would dare to challenge even if they were armed with Barrett rifles, let alone a few bald monks wielding sticks!

Therefore, it was too late when Xinhu tried to stop it.

Eight corpses fell backward like blooming flowers, revealing Wei Wu at the very center.

Wei Wu's true energy surged, and his wide-sleeved purple robe instantly dried.

Just then, the wind stopped and the rain ceased, and a ray of bright, colorful sunlight fell from the overcast sky, shining directly on him.

The flowing patterns on his purple robes shone even brighter under the sudden light, making him appear even more noble.

Wei Wu stood amidst the pile of corpses, bathed in sunlight, looking as noble as a young master from a wealthy family visiting the place, his smile still understated.

The contrast made the old monk opposite him look ferocious, as if he had done something shameful and his secret had been exposed in public.

The old monk looked with heartache at the two Arhats who had gone to hell without even uttering the words "I will go to hell," and then at the corpses of his five uncles. All his scheming had vanished like smoke, leaving only a mournful cry:

"Enough! You have committed such a heinous crime in our sacred Buddhist land. Aren't you afraid of the Buddha's wrath?"

Doesn't Buddhism advocate "laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot"?

"Look, where's the knife?"

Wei Wu opened his hands, his palms were empty.

Just as Xinhu was taken aback, he felt a chill creeping up his head. He instinctively felt something was wrong and retreated, swinging his staff upwards like a raging cloak.

With a "clang," the black blade was knocked back into Wei Wu's hand.

"Tsk," Wei Wu said with a half-smile, "I had already 'laid down the butcher's knife,' so why did the abbot return it to my hands?"

The subsequent killings will likely all be attributed to you!