Chapter 453 - 223: Great Snow Mountain Ming King Palace

When Zen Master Huikong made his move, it was truly extraordinary. He unleashed the Kasaya Demon Suppression Skill, instantly enveloping the intruder within his kasaya.

Many in the crowd couldn’t help but cry out in approval.

As expected of one of Shaolin’s Seventy-Two Profound Skills, it was incomparably fierce, yet it used softness to overcome hardness. This combination of hard and soft left the person trapped inside with no leverage at all.

"The Kasaya Demon Suppression Skill is indeed formidable. It’s just unfortunate that my Great Snow Mountain Ming King Palace happens to have a Kasaya Demon Suppression Skill of our own. I invite Zen Master Huikong to critique it."

Inside the kasaya, the crowd saw a burst of tumbling and squirming before a different robe suddenly stretched out from within.

"What is this?"

Everyone was astonished. They never expected this man in black to execute the Kasaya Demon Suppression Skill from *within* another kasaya, essentially using a robe to insulate himself from the suppression skill’s power.

"Open!"

The man in black bellowed. The two kasayas instantly tangled together, forced to stretch and form a huge gap.

With a flicker, the man in black leaped out of the Kasaya Demon Suppression Skill’s encirclement and shot his fingers toward Zen Master Huikong.

"The Dorayaki Finger! Please, critique it!"

The man in black’s movements were swift. His ten fingers flashed rapidly, like a spinning wheel, his finger technique as sharp as lightning.

Zen Master Huikong was greatly alarmed and hastily executed the Flower Picking Finger Technique, meeting finger with finger.

The Flower Picking Finger Technique’s strength lay in its intent, evoking the image of a Buddha smiling while picking a flower. It was a completely different path from the sheer swiftness of the Dorayaki Finger.

The two men’s ten fingers flew, like a young maiden plucking zither strings or a young wife gently fluffing a cotton robe. For a moment, their bodies dodged and weaved, their finger techniques intertwining in a truly beautiful sight.

The only pity was that the ones performing the finger techniques were two men. If they had been graceful young maidens, it would have been perfect.

As the crowd watched this "pleasing sight," they couldn’t help but feel secretly astonished and suspicious.

’How does this man in black know so many of Shaolin’s profound skills?’

’Could he be a renegade disciple from Shaolin?’

"The Great Snow Mountain Ming King Palace? Is that the sect where the Venerable Mingwang resides?"

The Qingcheng Sect Leader, Master Weichen, opened his eyes slightly. Seeming to recall something, he hastily asked the question.

"I didn’t expect someone here to know my master’s name. That’s right. My master is indeed the Venerable Mingwang of the Great Snow Mountain Ming King Palace."

As soon as he said this, everyone was filled with confusion and turned to look at Master Weichen.

Master Weichen quickly explained, "This Venerable Mingwang... I heard of him during my travels through the Great Zhou. He is said to be an Innate Sacred being, born with knowledge, and possesses immense prestige..."

’That’s probably just...’

Just as a flicker of disdain crossed their minds, they suddenly remembered that the man in black before them claimed to be his disciple. If a single disciple was this powerful, how could the master be any less formidable?

Instantly, their expressions turned grim.

This man in black had swaggered into Shaolin Temple to spy on the martial arts assembly. This wasn’t just a slight against Shaolin; he was showing blatant disregard for the entire Central Plains Martial Arts world.

"Zen Master Huikong, when dealing with a Demon from beyond the plains, we cannot be bound by rules. Boundless Celestial Venerable! Demon, face my technique!"

Seeing this, Feihong Zhenren of the Kongtong Sect, who had come with his contingent, brandished his longsword and shot toward the man in black.

"Tsk, tsk. Is this what the famous Righteous Sects of the Jianghu are all about?"

The man in black dodged aside. With one hand using the Dorayaki Finger and the other a different, bizarre and unpredictable finger technique, he actually managed to parry the techniques of both Zen Master Huikong and Feihong Zhenren at the same time.

"This..."

Seeing the man in black handle two opponents with ease, Master Weichen and the others exchanged a look. They prepared to attack together, deciding to subdue him first and deal with the fallout later.

"Trying to use your numbers to bully me? You don’t really think I came alone, do you?"

The moment he finished speaking, several whooshes tore through the air outside. Figures descended from the sky, smashing through the roof of the Thousand Buddha Hall and landing inside.

These people were also dressed in black clothes and hats. They were clearly also from the Great Snow Mountain Ming King Palace.

"Sir, do you intend to bring chaos to my Shaolin?"

A flicker of emotion finally crossed Zen Master Huikong’s otherwise impassive face.

If it were just one man in black, it could be argued that he was acting alone.

But now, he had brought so many helpers of a similar skill level.

This was no longer as simple as an individual’s actions.

"Don’t let them escape!"

The Sect Leader of the Tang Sect snorted coldly. With a flick of his right hand, several hidden weapons shot out.

These hidden weapons, enveloped in True Qi, didn’t travel in a straight line but flew in a spiral pattern.

Instead of slowing down, their speed only increased.

The hidden weapons advanced on high, middle, and low paths simultaneously, their trajectories so bizarre they were impossible to defend against.

Seeing Sect Leader Tang make his move, the masters from the various sects leaped up and charged the newly arrived men in black.

The men in black hadn’t expected the sects of the Central Plains to react so fiercely, attacking without a moment’s hesitation.

A sense of unease rose in their hearts.

’These people... they aren’t abiding by the Jianghu’s rules or talking about righteousness and morality like Master said they would.’

"Very well. You’re burning your own bridges."

The eyes of the man in black fighting Zen Master Huikong and Feihong Zhenren turned sharp as he roared furiously.

"Amitabha Buddha. Benefactor, why not lay down your butcher’s knife and attain Buddhahood on the spot...?"

As Zen Master Huikong chanted the Buddha’s name, the Flower Picking Finger Technique in his hands took on a uniquely solemn and dignified aura.

"Haha!"

The man in black laughed loudly. His attacks didn’t lessen as he boomed, "Today, I will extinguish the prestige of the Central Plains Martial Arts! I’ll let them know that the divine might of my Great Zhou is unstoppable!"

As he finished speaking, the other men in black unleashed their full power, proactively meeting the charge of the masters from the Central Plains sects.

For a moment, the hall was filled with crisscrossing Powerful Qi. Palm Force and weapons flew through the air in utter chaos.

Most of them were masters of the Dharma Realm. Although they could conceal their auras and concentrate their True Qi within their bodies.