Yang Cheng stared at the old monks, shook his head and said, "They are all people who are about to meet Buddha, why bother?"
Your physical bodies have begun to decay, your internal energy has begun to deplete, and the remaining blood and qi are not enough for you to unleash much power.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has increased over the past three years, but this has not brought any increase to you martial artists who have already entered the late stages.
Even if all of you came together, you still wouldn't be a match for me.
The Shaolin Temple's foundation is indeed terrifying. At their peak, these old monks were almost all renowned experts in the martial arts world, each capable of standing up to the head of a sect.
But nowadays, each person would probably be unable to hold on after only a few moves, their energy and blood completely depleted.
One of the old monks, whose face was full of wrinkles and looked like he could crush a fly, grinned and said, "It is precisely because our lifespans are coming to an end that we are able to be fearless of life and death."
The Grand Commander is a figure of great prestige in the martial world, with a bright future ahead of him. Isn't it a bit unworthy for him to risk his life against us old folks in front of Shaolin Temple?"
"Fight to the death? There's no need to fight to the death with you!"
As Yang Cheng finished speaking, the Soul-Severing Spear in his hand traced a sinister path through the air.
In an instant, it was as if a large piece of space had been torn apart in mid-air, and endless chilling light overflowed out.
As the power of the Frosty Prison was released, the old monks of Shaolin Temple whose expressions changed drastically and who retreated in all directions.
Even if the power of the Frost Prison didn't touch them, the terrifying aura alone would cause them to lose most of their lifespan.
For them, the power of the Frost Prison, capable of freezing and stripping away all life force, would be an extremely deadly force.
Some elderly monks, whose lifespans were already short, turned deathly pale after touching this chilling power, clearly indicating that their lifespans were nearing their end.
"Stop! Shaolin Temple is willing to hand over its martial arts techniques and report all its monks to the Zhenwu Hall. We beg the Grand Commander to spare us!"
Fa Kong shouted, and the Shaolin disciples around him looked at him in disbelief, seemingly not expecting their abbot to admit defeat so easily.
As the power of the Frost Prison dissipated, Yang Cheng glanced at Fakong with slight surprise: "I thought your Shaolin Temple would stick to your guns to the end, after all, you monks are all very stubborn."
Fa Kong said expressionlessly, "Why continue playing a game you know you're bound to lose?"
If I were not the head of Shaolin Temple today, I would fight you, Grand Commander, to the bitter end, regardless of life or death, for the honor and reputation of Shaolin Temple.
But today I am the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and I must be responsible for the survival of Shaolin Temple.
Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow and looked at Fakong with slight surprise: "You are a good abbot, but unfortunately your cultivation can only go this far. You have too many things you can't let go of, so you are not as good as Luo Fei, nor as good as Xuanwei Zhenren."
Among the top experts in the Great Zhou World, in terms of combat power, Luo Fei and Xuanwei Zhenren should be considered to be among the truly top. Dugu Cheng is excluded, as his Hunyuan Xuan Gong has already touched the source of power, which, strictly speaking, has transcended the scope of martial arts.
The others, whether it be Song Ke, Xuanyuan Valley God, or Fakong in front of them, are all actually at the same level.
However, this level requires not only the strength of one's own internal energy, but also one's cultivation method, age, and even martial arts skills.
Among these people, Fakong could be ranked among the top, but unfortunately, he had too many concerns, which meant he was destined not to reach the peak.
Fakong chose to admit defeat and obediently handed over all of Shaolin Temple's martial arts techniques. Yang Cheng did not completely slaughter the Shaolin Temple, but simply took the techniques and left.
According to Fang Wuwo, Shaolin Temple's strength lies in its profound heritage. Besides these old monks, Shaolin Temple also possesses countless formations and secret treasures.
Forcibly destroying the Shaolin Temple would only cause trouble and there's not much point in doing so.
Only after watching Yang Cheng and the others descend the mountain did Fa Kong finally breathe a sigh of relief.
If Yang Cheng insists on attacking Shaolin Temple, then the entire Shaolin Temple will have to fight to the death, including using the array formations and secret treasures that have been accumulated over countless years.
But those things can only be used if human lives are sacrificed.
An old monk couldn't help but say to Fakong, "Abbot, if we lose like this, our Shaolin Temple will lose all face. What right do we have to stand in the martial arts world?"
"Our lives are coming to an end, so why should you grovel before Yang Cheng and offer him your cultivation techniques for our sake?"
Fakong shook his head and said, "Uncle-Master, I am not admitting defeat for your sake, but for the sake of the entire Shaolin!"
I originally thought that even if Yang Cheng was strong, he was only at the level of Luo Fei or Xuan Wei, and that my Shaolin Temple could fight him even if we used all our strength.
However, his power has surpassed the limits of martial arts, making him an existence that we simply cannot comprehend!
Even if we use all the strength of Shaolin Temple, we are still no match for him. Even if we can win, what will Shaolin Temple have left?
In the battle of the martial arts tournament, Xuanyuan Valley God was killed, and Xiao Yuanchen, the head of the Xiao family, was killed, but other forces did not suffer too much damage.
Everyone submits to the power of Zhenwu Hall, so it's not shameful for Shaolin Temple to be one more.
On the contrary, if Shaolin Temple puts all its strength into it, do you believe that other sects will inevitably have designs on Shaolin Temple?
How many people has Shaolin Temple offended over the years? Once Shaolin Temple has exhausted its strength, our enemy will not be just Yang Cheng, but the entire martial arts world!
Uncle-Master, my arms are already useless, and your lifespans are also running out. The next generation of disciples has not yet grown up. We can't afford to fight anymore.
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