The hundreds of monks were already injured and exhausted, and their internal energy was spent.
They were also seized by fear in their hearts, and in just a few dozen breaths, Li Xiu slaughtered the majority of them with his sword like a chicken or pig.
As for the remaining handful of scattered people, they were just a few lost dogs.
Li Xiu did not think it was worth the effort to chase them and let them run down the mountain.
On the other hand, Yuan Guan was very noticeable with a black long rod, and as the person in charge of the formation, Li Xiu chased after him.
Suddenly, a gust of evil wind came from behind, and Yuan Guan, who was slightly better in martial arts and mentality than the other monks in the Arhat Hall Temple, managed to turn back and lift his rod to block in panic!
"Buzz!" A crisp and short sound of metal collision reached Yuan Guan's ears, and he quickly raised his eyebrows to look.
He saw that the top of the black iron rod in his hand was directly cut off by the Yitian sword, falling to the ground.
In front of the sharp sword in Li Xiu's hand, there was no difference between jujube wood and iron.
In just a moment of looking up, Li Xiu, without saying a word, immediately flipped his wrist and lifted a sword.
The black iron rod was completely broken into two pieces, and at the same time, there was a straight red line on Yuan Guan's terrified face, from the ground to the sky gate!
It was unpleasant to feel that his brain was splashing out, and Li Xiu did not cut off all of Yuan Guan's skull bones.
Although his dying expression was frozen and ugly, and his face was covered in fresh blood, it was considered a good death among the monks of Shaolin.
At least a whole body was left.
Yuan Guan fell backwards, and Li Xiu stood up to collect his sword and took a long breath.
Even though the battle was replenished with endless internal energy from the Nine Yang True classic, it still consumed a lot of mental effort and energy.
After the monk fled and Li Xiu chased him far away, Xiao Zhao jumped off the tree.
Eventually, it was hesitation and doubts in her heart that caused her to hesitate and stop under the ancient tree.
When Li Xiu returned to find her, it seemed that she was still considering what to do.
She had to decide whether to risk being chased back and having her limbs broken by running away, or to stay and try to find a way to solve the cold iron chains on her hands.
In the end, seeing that Li Xiu had returned with his sword, she no longer hesitated and quickly stood still, afraid that Li Xiu would notice that she was thinking of running away.
"You're smart enough to know that even if you try to run away with your three-legged cat's agility, I could sit here for a cup of tea before getting up and catching up to you in no time."
Although she knew this was true, she still felt disdain and gave Li Xiu a sidelong glance and a roll of her eyes when he turned his back to her.
"Hey, why didn't you leave one person alive to guide you on your treasure hunt?"
Xiao Zhao's words were filled with concern, as if she was genuinely worried about Li Xiu.
But Li Xiu knew that she was trying to indirectly belittle him as being foolish and lacking consideration in his actions.
At this point, Li Xiu was in a good mood and did not want to argue with her. After all, he had treated her poorly in the past.
He figured that she must have built up a lot of resentment towards him and that it wouldn't hurt to let her vent a little. Otherwise, she might get sick from bottling up her emotions. And then he would be the one in trouble.
"Don't worry, the things I'm interested in aren't something that a common Shaolin disciple would know where to find. Keeping someone alive wouldn't do any good."
"Besides, this is the time to enjoy the fruits of our labor. We should relax and enjoy the slow process of exploration and search."
"If we don't find anything right away, there's no rush. We can stay here for a few days or even a month or two to continue searching. When we've searched thoroughly, then we can leave."
Xiao Zhao couldn't help but secretly scoff at these outrageous words, her expression one of shock.
One man with a sword had attacked the largest sect in the world, killing hundreds of Shaolin disciples, and was still coveting their secret treasures and scriptures.
If they didn't find anything right away, instead of running away, he wanted to stay and search through the hundreds of years of foundation that Shaolin had built up.
What was this person thinking? How could he be so reckless in his actions!
Xiao Zhao didn't know that at this moment, her expression resembled that of a cat emoticon on the internet.
A weak and pitiful little cat tentatively sticks its head out of a hole in the ground, its eyes wide with surprise - is this what the world of the powerful is like?
However, Li Xiu was not just talking, the confidence and arrogance brought by his strength. If they didn't have any decent gains in a short time, he really did have the intention to stay and search slowly.
After all, he had plenty of time. Even if those Shaolin disciples who had escaped set out to chase after the main force of Shaolin and bring back reinforcements, it would still take nearly a month.
And for Li Xiu's next goal, Heaven and Earth Great Shift, it wouldn't make a difference.
It will take some time for the main forces of the six major sects to gather, and then there will be a pre-war conference. Then they will have to fight their way up to the Bright Summit. These things can't be done in just a few days or weeks.
It wouldn't do any good to arrive early, so Li Xiu has to wait for the six major sects to clear the path for him to the Bright Summit.
Even though he is lazy and hates hard work, he can easily bring Xiao Zhao into the forbidden territory of the Ming cult and spend a few hours learning the Heaven and Earth Great Shift.
Li Xiu walked slowly through the Shaolin sect, as if he was strolling in his own backyard, and Xiao Zhao followed him with a similar attitude.
The two of them quickly found the Shaolin scriptures library by wandering around a bit.
After all, a ten-story scriptures building is quite noticeable.
From the outside, the scriptures library looks like it has three floors, with red pillars and green tiles, giving it an ancient appearance, as if it has been battered by the wind and rain.
Upon entering, the first floor mostly has ordinary martial arts skills and general scriptures.
Before Li Xiu and Xiao Zhao had a chance to look on the second floor, they both noticed that there was someone on the third floor!
As they stepped on the wooden stairs and heard the noise from above, Li Xiu's body tensed imperceptibly.
Although he knew it was unlikely, he couldn't help but think, "Could it be a cleaning monk or something?"
But even if it was a cleaning monk, since he had come this far, Li Xiu would never turn back.
As he climbed the stairs, Li Xiu realized that he had just been overthinking things.
The footsteps were light and rushed, as if someone was frantically searching for something on the third floor.
And this person didn't seem to be skilled in martial arts, since the sound of their movement was not natural.
Li Xiu and Xiaozhao, both skilled in martial arts, landed almost silently, and the person on the third floor was completely focused on searching for secrets and didn't notice them.
It wasn't until the monk moved to another shelf to search for secret martial arts skills that he noticed there were two more people watching him on the third floor.
The thin-faced monk immediately recognized the man's figure and trembled, falling to his knees and begging for mercy.
"Spare me! Spare me!"
"Spare me! Great hero, please spare my life!"
...
Li Xiu looked at the monk, who was kneeling on the ground and constantly bowing his head as martial arts secrets fell from his hands, and felt a sense of familiarity.
After a few moments of recollection, Li Xiu recognized him as the more clever of the two monks he had seen sweeping the floor when he first entered the Shaolin temple.
It was also the monk who had later constantly informed on him and brought the Shaolin disciples to him.