The news was too shocking for him. Shaolin Temple has been a martial arts powerhouse for hundreds of years, with great influence.
Except for the Golden-haired Lion King, Xie Xun, who went crazy a few decades ago, no one in the martial arts world dared to cause trouble at Shaolin Temple.
Now someone is attacking Shaolin's gates!
"Brother, you should know that Shaolin is not a group of stupid donkeys. Even if they want to attack the Demon Cult, they would at least leave someone to guard their own gates, right?"
The man was still somewhat incredulous. "I heard that one of the Four Holy Monks of Shaolin, Kongxing, stayed behind to guard the gates, and there were also 300 disciples of the Arhat Hall. But it didn't matter, they were still forced to open the gates!"
"Could it be the Demon Cult's doing, with the goal of deterring the heroes and breaking the alliance of the six major sects?"
"No, the Demon Cult is now urgently summoning followers from all over to gather all their strength and defend the main altar at Bright Summit. If they divert such a force, their base might not hold.'
The man thought for a moment and rejected his own speculation, muttering:
"Then in the martial arts world, where is there such a powerful force?"
The man opposite him shook his head and laughed:
"Old brother, you are mistaken. It's not a force, it's just one person who challenged Shaolin!"
"What! One person! Don't kid me, brother!"
The man was a bit unhappy.
Wasn't this nonsense just trying to fool him?
"Hey, old brother, why don't you believe me?"
"I'll tell you the truth. Old brother, I had something to do with Shaolin two days ago, and I ran into some stranded Shaolin monks. The martial arts world was in a hurry to get the news to me."
"Those monks wanted to catch up with the main force of Shaolin to report and seek help, but they were so desperate that they had no road disks on them and had to tell me about it. I guess no one in the martial arts world knows about this now!"
Seeing that the older man still didn't believe him, he blushed and told him everything.
"Is this really true?"
"What else could it be?"
"Bang!"
The man was feeling pleased with himself when he felt someone heavily pat his shoulder.
Turning around, he saw an old man in gray robes, with a yellow face and fierce eyebrows, holding a deer head wooden staff in one hand and patting his shoulder with the other.
"What you said is it really true!"
The man was immediately unhappy at the old man's rude question.
"We two brothers are here drinking and talking, and you old man dared to listen in secretly. Get out of here!"
The man immediately tried to push the old man away, thinking of giving him a lesson by making him stumble.
But he only felt that his shoulder hit a stone wall, as if it were being firmly clamped by iron pincers!
"Ah!"
The man's face immediately turned fierce, and he couldn't help but scream loudly in pain!
"I'll ask you again! What you just said is it really true!"
The man only felt that his shoulder bone was about to be crushed.
Seeing the old man's fierce appearance like a wicked demon, he knew he was in trouble and begged for mercy in response to the old man's question.
"It's true, it's true! Let go, my shoulder is about to break! Ah!"
"Then do you know what that person looks like?"
The old man in gray robes remained unmoved, letting him cry out pitifully, and then asked on his own.
"I heard it's a young man in white clothing with an ancient-looking long sword and accompanied by a red-clothed maid."
"Drink a forfeit if you don't drink the toast!"
The grey-robed old man got the information he wanted, so he cursed and let go of the man, walking towards the inn's private room.
The man was so angry that he was blinded by rage and picked up the long sword leaning against the table and attacked the old man from behind.
The old man in gray robes gave a cold snort and gathered a fierce aura between his eyebrows. Without turning around, he raised the wooden staff in his hand and fiercely poked it behind him.
"Thud!"
The long sword was raised high, but it fell weakly. The man's chest was shattered by the old man's staff, breaking his heart and artery, and he fell down powerless, with blood coming out of his seven orifices.
The older man who was originally sitting at the same table as him saw the situation and also grabbed a weapon, turning to flee.
However, a person emerged from the inn's private room, flipping their hand and striking out with a palm!
A dark grey palm print shot through the air and struck the older man's body.
He immediately stiffened up and his face turned a pale grey color, falling to the ground without a breath.
The attack was powerful, but invisible and insidious, causing harm without any visible effort.
It was none other than the Xuanming Divine Palm!
The old man with the crane brush sneered and slightly bowed his head in greeting as he turned towards the person who had emerged from the private room.
The person wore a golden crown, had their hair bound up, and was dressed in a beautifully embroidered white robe with golden trim.
She held an antique wooden fan and had an air of martial prowess about them.
However, her face was smooth and fair, like jade, with bright and lively eyebrows and eyes, exuding an indescribable beauty.
"Princess!"
Lu Zhangke also stood to the side, bowing his head in greeting.
"Mr. Lu, have you confirmed whether the news is true?"
The two old elders of Xuanming had high martial arts skills, and she didn't dare to speak to them like ordinary subordinates.
"It doesn't seem like the man was just talking nonsense. It should be true," Lu Zhangke replied.
"However, based on what he said, I can't seem to remember a master like this in my memory. It seems like someone who has emerged in the martial arts world recently."
When Zhao Min heard this, her expression didn't seem to care much and she snapped open the folding fan in her hand.
"It's fine, just send someone to check it out. Who cares if this master is really as skilled as they say, he can't be more formidable than the two elders."
Lu Zhangke and He Biweng nodded in agreement upon hearing Zhao Min's words. Although they were not well-known, who in the world today, besides Zhang Sanfeng, could be their match?
As for Zhang Sanfeng, he's just a jumping grasshopper in the autumn. He won't last long and was not worth worrying about.
"But I'm not sure if this person suddenly appearing will affect your plans, Princess." He Biweng suddenly leaned forward and asked the crucial question.
"It has already affected it, but it's not a big deal. If we happen to meet him, we'll see if he can be of use to our Great Yuan first. It's always good to know when to act, but if we can't use him, then we'll just kill him."
Zhao Min waved her fan and walked out of the inn. She had other matters to discuss with the Shaolin monk, so she didn't want to linger here.
A few dozen breaths later, a huge group of Yuan soldiers accompanied Zhao Min and the two old Xuanming elders as they rushed towards the direction of the Demon Cult's Bright Summit.
A dozen days later, the six major sects, led by the Shaolin Sect, formally called upon the heroes and righteous figures of the martial arts world to hold a pre-war consultation.
Good-intentioned people referred to it as the Demon-Slaying Conference.
From then on, things started to stir. It was as if a water jar had suddenly been hit by a glowing coal, causing it to roll and boil, never returning to its calm state.
The entire martial arts world was focused on the battle between the six major sects and the Demon Cult.
At this time, in a spacious carriage, a man in blue clothes was leaning to the side, seriously studying a martial arts manual.
On the other side, a woman in red was also flipping through a martial arts manual, but unlike the man, she looked anxious and impatient.
"Relax, what are you afraid of? You're originally a member of the Ming sect, a member of the group that the Shaolin temple wants to kill and destroy."
Li Xiu had obtained the Azure Jade Sutra and had been in a good mood for the past month. Seeing Xiao Zhao's frustration, he sarcastically said.
"Before, it was just unlucky to reveal my identity and face danger, but now the entire Shaolin temple wants nothing more than to dig three feet into the ground to find me and peel off my skin and bones!"
"How could it be the same!"
After hearing Li Xiu's words, Xiao Zhao became angry and fiercely retorted.
[ 'Ming Cult' is also known as 'Demon Cult' ]