Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 422 - 421

Chapter 422: 421

Not only was Mo Qianli unable to accept the outcome, but everyone present was also extremely shocked.

Before this battle began, everyone thought that Mo Qianli had a huge advantage and believed that Su Yang was surely doomed.

Who could have expected such a result from this battle?

The long-renowned Ghost Blade Mo Qianli turned out to be so easily defeated by Su Yang, a result no one could have anticipated!

Su Yang let out a cold laugh, "I already said, if I hadn’t fought so many rounds, how would you have taken the stage, how would you have taken the bait?"

"But, after fighting so many rounds, how could you still have so much strength left!" Mo Qianli exclaimed urgently.

"Fighting with me, how could you judge by ordinary standards!" Su Yang said slowly, "Just like you couldn’t have expected to encounter me here, right?"

Mo Qianli’s expression turned grim; he truly had not expected to encounter Su Yang here. In his mind, once the Divine Sovereign’s Protective Jade Talisman had been activated, Su Yang was as good as dead.

Yet, not only had Su Yang not died, but his strength had also increased considerably.

In the past when Mo Qianli fought with Su Yang, he could even gain the upper hand.

But now, Mo Qianli simply couldn’t grasp Su Yang’s strength. His battle with Su Yang had become utterly hopeless!

"Mo Qianli, your plan has failed." Su Yang stood beside Mo Qianli and said coldly, "I respect that your cultivation was not easy to achieve, and I can allow you a dignified death. However, you must speak of the Three-faced God Monarch’s matters!"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Mo Qianli retorted firmly, "Su, being defeated by you means I am not as skilled. I accept that. Life or death, I leave it to your discretion—no need for this nonsense. I, Mo Qianli, have lived a life worth living, and I won’t be scared by a few of your words!"

"The Ghost Blade truly lives up to its name, indeed a true man!" Su Yang nodded slowly and said coldly, "In that case, I won’t waste more words. Mo Qianli, prepare to die!"

With a cold shout, Su Yang’s palm came crashing down.

Just as it was about to land on Mo Qianli’s forehead, suddenly, a Buddhist chant resonated from afar: "Amitabha!"

Accompanied by the chant, Su Yang was surprised to find that he could not bring his palm down. Invisibly, it was as if someone was holding back his hand, making his strike impossible to complete.

Su Yang’s brow immediately furrowed; he knew that a master had arrived. With his strength, if someone could stop his hand in mid-air, then the newcomer’s strength must have surpassed the Venerable Realm, and was likely at the Earthly Immortal Realm!

Everyone looked towards the direction of the chant and saw a monk dressed in a yellow kasaya walking slowly towards them.

The monk had the appearance of kindness and benevolence, with a smiling face like that of Maitreya Buddha.

Walking slowly, one hand was held erect in front of his chest, and the other held prayer beads. With each step, he fingered a bead and softly chanted a Buddhist phrase. His demeanor was that of an enlightened monk, and it was involuntarily admired by those who saw him.

Su Yang frowned; the monk looked kind and benevolent, but Su Yang could sense the murderous aura about him. This was the kind of murderous aura that comes from killing many people, and Xiao Hei had this aura. However, Xiao Hei was born with it, whereas the monk had cultivated it later!

The monk approached the edge of the arena, pressed his palms together and declared loudly, "It is merciful to spare others when one can. Benefactor, the sea of suffering is boundless; turn back, and you will find the shore!"

Su Yang’s face was icy as he said in a deep voice, "Monk, are you here to stop me, or to save him?"

The crowd was astonished. What difference did it make?

Actually, the crowd did not know that Su Yang’s words were loaded with profound implications. If the monk claimed he was there to hinder Su Yang, it would mean the monk had no association with Mo Qianli. But if he said he had come to save Su Yang, it would suggest the monk was in league with Mo Qianli.

The monk glanced at Su Yang and said, "Benefactor, I am only here to stop you from senselessly killing the innocent!"

"So you think this person doesn’t deserve to be saved either?" Su Yang said coldly. "Since he doesn’t deserve to be saved, why bother stopping me? You might as well let me act as Heaven’s agent!"

The monk gave a light smile and said, "Benefactor, I simply do not wish for you to slaughter the innocent needlessly. Why must you so argumentatively quibble with me? Know that saving a life surpasses the merit of building a Seven-Level Pagoda, while needlessly taking a life dooms one to eternal fall in Avici Hell!"

"Do you believe in the words you say yourself?" Su Yang asked coldly.

"Good indeed, good indeed!" said the monk. "This is the Dharma, and naturally, I believe in it!"

Su Yang asked, "Then, for those you have killed, into how many hells will you fall?"

When these words were spoken, a commotion arose from the surrounding crowd. Everyone was puzzled by how Su Yang could speak in such a manner to a high monk who had attained enlightenment. This was practically a blasphemous act against the gods and the Buddha!

"I never kill," said the monk.

"Monks do not speak lies. Monk, do you truly think no one knows what you have done?" Su Yang asked coldly.

Raising his head to look at Su Yang, the monk softly said, "Benefactor, I am only here to persuade you not to kill. Why must you slander me? My advice is simply that: if you believe it, then you are fated to be connected with Buddha. If you don’t, there is a karmic cycle that will prevail. I have made my point, benefactor; may you seek peace within your heart!"

With these words, the monk slowly retreated, acting as if the matter no longer concerned him.

Su Yang’s brow furrowed deeply, for in that moment he felt an invisible force trapping him in place.

At the same time, Mo Qianli on the ground also felt a powerful force entering his body. All of his previous despair vanished, and he sprang up from the ground with vigor.

Mo Qianli himself didn’t understand what had happened, but his intuition told him that it must be related to that monk.

"Thank you, Great Master!" Mo Qianli bowed deeply to the monk. Turning to look at Su Yang, he shouted coldly, "Su, did you really think I was as good as dead? Dare you fight me again!"

The surrounding crowd gasped in astonishment. Mo Qianli, who had seemed utterly listless before, had suddenly sprung to his feet. With a powerful voice and a flush face, he showed no sign of injury at all!

As the suppressive force on Su Yang finally dissipated, Su Yang turned his head and saw the monk looking back at him with a smile.

Su Yang had no idea what was going on. This monk was undoubtedly an Earthly Immortal. But why did he assist Mo Qianli?

Of course, Su Yang did not believe the monk was there to prevent senseless killing— the monk himself reeked of bloodshed. Therefore, the only possibility was that the monk was in cahoots with Mo Qianli.

But with the two Earth Immortals from Mo Qianli’s side battling Ye Jiansheng on Qingyun Mountain, what was this monk’s story?

Could it be that on Mo Qianli’s side, there was actually a third Earthly Immortal?

While pondering, Mo Qianli had already made his move. His Thick-Backed Sabre had been shattered by Su Yang, but now he fought unarmed, slashing his hand through the air like a sabre.

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