The man in black screamed in agony. Before the excruciating pain in his wrist had subsided, his ribs were struck again!

A metallic taste rose in his throat, and he staggered backward.

His eyes were filled with horror.

"You know martial arts?!"

According to the employer, this person is clearly too weak to even kill a chicken!

Who knew his martial arts skills were so high!

even……

It was as if they were deliberately sparing his life.

The man in black felt a chill run down his spine at the thought.

"This is a sacred Buddhist site; how dare you act so presumptuously?" Yan Zhuoxu's voice was cold, his gaze filled with hostility. "Speak! Who sent you?"

"I underestimated you just now!" The man in black, with a death wish, narrowed his eyes, slid a short knife from his sleeve, and suddenly pounced on him!

The candle flame was violently shaken by the strong wind.

The figures of the two fighting were projected onto the four walls.

Magnified and distorted, like the wrathful gaze of a Vajra.

Flesh and bone collided, and Yan Zhuoxu and the man in black became entangled in a fierce battle. Yan Zhuoxu snatched the short knife from the man in black's hand, twirled it between his fingers, and casually threw it out!

With a whoosh, the blade sank into the beam beside him, humming incessantly.

When Ye Jinghong arrived at the courtyard, Shen Zhiyi was running away and met his gaze from afar.

He was about to go in and rescue the people.

Suddenly, a man in black appeared out of nowhere and blocked Shen Zhiyi's way!

Ye Jinghong swallowed hard.

Startled, he took a step back, gritted his teeth, and slipped behind a pillar.

"Still trying to run?" The man in black sneered, pointing his sword at Shen Zhiyi. "Today, even if gods and Buddhas appeared in the world, they couldn't save you!"

The employer has given an order: leave no survivors!

His face twisted with ferocity as he raised his sword and flew forward!

The shadow of death, like a cold tide, instantly engulfed us.

Shen Zhiyi fell to the ground and closed her eyes tightly.

Pfft—

The blade pierced his body, and warm blood splattered on his face.

Shen Zhiyi smelled a nauseating metallic odor.

The expected pain did not come.

Time froze for a moment.

She opened her eyes and saw a tall figure blocking her way.

He stood with his back to her, sword in hand.

The corners of his bright yellow kasaya fluttered in the wind.

The moonlight carved a distinct line across his body.

He stood with his hands at his sides, his clean monk's robe shimmering with a faint warm glow, like a deity descending to earth, radiating compassion.

The other half of his body was shrouded in shadow.

The lower right corner of the robe was stained red with blood.

Holding a cold sword, he exuded a murderous aura.

Like demons from hell, they appeared in response to the call.

Not far from him, on the ground, lay a man in black, his eyes wide open in death.

His throat was slit, while the one in the meditation room also fell to the ground dead, a short knife stuck in his heart.

A night breeze suddenly arose.

The wind stirred Yan Zhuoxu's bangs.

A drop of blood splattered on her jade-like face.

It is right in the center of the forehead.

It looks just like the cinnabar dots applied to the foreheads of Buddhist disciples when they receive their precepts.

But it didn't solidify; it was slowly and stubbornly sliding down his high, straight nose.

After it fell off the tip of the nose, it dried up completely.

Like a blasphemous and taboo red line, it tore apart the faith he held dear.

The Buddhist temple collapsed and crumbled amidst the dust.

Years of perseverance and countless recitations of scriptures were destroyed in a single night.

He killed.

He killed two at once.

Blood beads rolled down the blade, one drop at a time, landing in the courtyard of the Buddhist temple, quickly spreading into a small, glaring dark red patch.

Yan Zhuoxu's thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his whole body was covered with a chilling frost.

But the sword hilt in his palm was as hot as a branding iron.

It burned so badly that even his soul trembled.

That is a sin.

It is a sin that will lead to eternal damnation in the Avici Hell.

From this day forward, even gods and Buddhas will not tolerate it...

"Your Highness! I'm scared!"

A warm and soft body suddenly bumped into my arms.

Shen Zhiyi hugged him tightly.

Yan Zhuoxu slowly lowered his head and looked at the clean half of his robe, which was now crumpled by her embrace.

He looked at her face, which was filled with fear and tears.

Unable to suppress it, I saw my own intense greed and overwhelming desires.

Wild thoughts, like bloody killings, instantly took over every vein in his body.

She broke all five precepts.

Yan Zhuoxu closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, a surge of emotion, more intense than the darkness of night and the color of blood, welled up within them.

His madness consumed his reason.

Yes, for her.

Why not!

clang--

The longsword fell to the ground.

He leaned down and embraced her, as if in revenge, and kissed her lips fiercely!