Cao Ya simply chuckled at the clamor of those crying for the elderly.

The old man weeps, yet he possesses an air of arrogance.

He considered himself a martial arts master ranked thirty-third on the Earthly Ranking, and he was not afraid of the combined efforts of his fellow disciples Xuan Jie and Xuan Bei.

Even though Xuan Jie is also a master at the peak of the Outer Realm, Xuan Jie rarely travels in the martial world and has little fame. His combat experience is definitely not as rich as his. In a one-on-one fight, the Crying Old Man has an 80-90% chance of defeating Xuan Jie.

Now that Xuanjie's side has gained Xuanbei, the chances of the Crying Old Man winning have dropped to 50%.

It's hard to win, but it's also hard to lose.

As the old man slammed his palm down, the vengeful spirits surged forth like a raging black torrent, sometimes screaming and vanishing amidst the shimmering light emanating from Xuan Bei, and sometimes tearing the light to shreds.

On the contrary, Cao Ya's straightforward and aggressive fighting style is what makes the Crying Old Man more troublesome.

The more souls his Eighteen Songs of the Wronged Souls absorb, the stronger his power becomes. This is why, when the Crying Old Man makes a move, unlike other scenes where the power is concentrated in one place, it is dispersed and tries to cover a wider area.

This tactic works every time against an enemy weaker than himself, but it becomes quite troublesome if the enemy is equally strong.

However, Cao Ya's power was not only condensed but also very strong, and it was filled with Cao Ya's will, so it could not be countered at all. It could only be annihilated by the same power.

Whew~~~~~

Cao Ya didn't give the old man who was crying time to think of a solution. He made a hand seal and charged down with incredible ferocity, like a mountain collapsing or the sky falling.

A golden light shone brightly, driving away the shadows, and aimed at the weeping old man, filled with murderous intent.

At the same time, Xuanbei chanted Buddhist scriptures, and one of the beads on his prayer beads turned from dark gold to jet black. Then, he unleashed a "Mahayana Subduing Demon Fist".

The fist was transparent and pure, like glass, untouched by dust.

This contrasted sharply with Cao Ya's fist standing to the side.

Cao Ya's boxing style is wild and domineering, lacking any Buddhist aesthetic or spiritual essence; it is all about violence.

This suits Cao Ya's temperament perfectly; a powerful, flat push is the most satisfying.

If he can't push it away, it just means he's not strong enough.

Cao Ya was very cautious and did not use the power of other worlds, since it was not a big deal and it didn't matter whether he used it or not.

Moreover, to avoid attracting the attention of those big shots, it's best not to use it.

Even so, the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill of the Nine Heavens is still enough to fight against the Mad Sand Divine Skill that makes the old man cry and the Eighteen Beats of the Wrongful Soul. With its wide-ranging and powerful movements, every punch and kick has immense power.

The old man was very troubled by this and devoted most of his energy to Cao Ya.

Xuanbei keenly sensed this, and golden light enveloped his body, with illusory golden lotuses blooming on the mountaintop, revealing a hazy void behind him.

In the void, grotesque demons and vengeful spirits peacefully surrounded a golden lotus platform. Seated atop the platform was a Bodhisattva, his face full of compassion and pity for all living beings. In his palms was a constantly flowing aura of life and death, like a treasure wheel that changed from black to white, containing the great secrets of the heavens and the profound mysteries of life and death.

The Bodhisattva's appearance blurred and changed, and finally, as Xuanbei's fist intent reached its peak, it revealed an appearance exactly like his, except that one was melancholy and heavy, and the other was compassionate and solemn.

The Bodhisattva opened his mouth, and instantly, thunderous sounds echoed in the void:

"From this day forward, for countless eons, in all the worlds, in all the hells and in the three evil realms, I vow to deliver all the suffering beings from hell, the evil realms, the animal realm, and the hungry ghost realm. I vow to help all these beings who have suffered such retribution attain Buddhahood before I attain perfect enlightenment."

"I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty; I will not attain enlightenment until all sentient beings are liberated."

The sound of chanting filled the air, and the light of Buddha shone brightly. The evil spirits and vengeful ghosts that had come to swarm out lost their ferocity and resentment, their faces becoming peaceful, and they vanished into thin air.

The wind and sand stopped, and the sound of chanting and Buddhist prayers could be heard at the foot of the mountain. Clumps of withered grass gradually turned green, and the undercurrents gurgled. The skin of the herdsmen's cattle and sheep, which looked like mummies, slowly became plump. The black souls that had flown out returned to their bodies, and the breath of life was full.

The cracked earth returned to its former tranquility, and the disoriented passersby in Liushaji escaped from "hell," feeling both bewildered and terrified.

Inside the inn, Qu Jiuniang, who had been cursing and swearing, showed a hint of surprise on her face and muttered to herself:

"Is there really someone who has mastered the Maha Subduing Demon Fist to this level?"

The Maha Subduing Demon Fist explores the cycle of life and death!

Without any restraint, Cao Ya unleashed his full power, his fists raining down like a storm. The Crying Old Man's move was broken, and he was completely suppressed by Cao Ya.

Xuan Bei assisted from the side, and every move he made carried a chilling killing intent, far surpassing Cao Ya's.

His family was destroyed and his loved ones were killed. He was filled with grief and hatred and cried for the old man.

The old man cried out, his voice soaring into the sky and piercing the soul, like a demon king from the depths of hell descending upon the world.

Black energy rose around him, as if hell had opened wide and evil spirits were out of control.

Then, with a single, powerful palm strike, he brought down the heavens and earth, unleashing the "Eighteen Songs of the Vengeful Spirit"—the Gates of Hell open!

Xuanbei and the Bodhisattva behind him remained one melancholy and the other compassionate, their fists clenched like mudras, and they unleashed the "Maha Subduing Demon Fist" once more, delivering all sentient beings!

Cao Ya didn't practice the "Maha Subduing Demon Fist," which doesn't quite match the "Invincible Vajra Divine Skill."

Cao Ya's temperament is better suited to a more unrestrained style of boxing.

Some flaws don't matter; with enough power, they can be directly concealed. Even if they can't be concealed, the "Invincible Vajra Divine Skill" has explosive defensive power, so the slight flaws in the fist and palm techniques can no longer be considered shortcomings when the "Invincible Vajra Divine Skill" is activated.

Boom!

A deafening roar, golden light condensed, pierced through the black mist and struck the old man who was crying.

Xuan Bei restrained the old man, who was caught off guard and took a punch. Cracks appeared on his body.

"Not bad defense," Cao Ya praised sincerely. To be honest, there aren't many people in the Outer Realm who could take a punch from him and only suffer minor injuries.

This is even with the half-step Dharma body factor taken into account.

As expected, the Crying Old Man truly lived up to his reputation as a renowned martial arts expert on the Earth Ranking.

The old man's face was ashen; he had underestimated Xuan Jie, and he had also underestimated Xuan Bei.

Feeling a pang of regret, he wished he had left the moment the Xuan Jie appeared.

Of course, he also understood that since the two brothers, Xuan Jie and Xuan Bei, had set up this trap, they would not allow him to escape easily.

After several dozen moves, the old man coughed up blood and tried to escape several times, but Cao Ya forced him to return each time.

Cao Ya was not afraid of his fighting style of trading blows, but the Crying Old Man was afraid, as he did not have Cao Ya's defensive capabilities.

He tried to use some covert methods, but they were always thwarted by Xuan Bei.

The old man gradually became more desperate.

"upbraid!"

Cao Yaqing shouted and pressed forward, punching through the old man's body. It seemed that his soul was trying to escape, but Xuan Bei intercepted it in time, chanting a Buddhist mantra and annihilating the old man's soul with his palm.

Xuanbei stood there, stunned, his eyes shifting between joy and sorrow.

Cao Ya landed, making a slight noise that seemed to wake Xuan Bei.

"I will forever remember your kindness, senior brother," Xuanbei said, pressing his palms together.

Xuanbei knew that if his senior brother Xuanjie hadn't intervened and helped him besiege the Crying Old Man, he might not have been defeated and killed by the Crying Old Man, but getting revenge would have been a pipe dream.