A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch-Chapter 107 - 98: Breath Like Thunder, Heart Hard as Iron (Part 3)

"Big brother!"

The heart of the Eight-armed Ape trembled.

"You don't get along with Lao San because he comes from a fallen family and hasn't tasted the extreme hardships of the world, which irritates you.

Big brother has also been beaten, scorned, and knows the agony of an empty stomach, stuffing grass roots, tree bark, and clay into his mouth.

So I always think about letting the villagers live a better life, to make sure my brothers have enough to eat.

You're right, the world is too harsh; when Red Eyebrow gains wealth, others must face the ruin of their families."

Lao Dao held the arms of the Eight-armed Ape, turning his gaze to the Blood Vajra:

"You came to us as a martial artist, teaching me the bone training technique, the way to harness the marrow's strength and renew blood for vitality. You've never been secretive with the brothers, guiding Lao San's spear techniques and Lao Liu's coiling sabre style."

The corners of the Blood Vajra's eyes twitched, feeling oddly uneasy, as if Big Brother's words were too many, yet there was no hint of fluctuation in his tone.

A Third-Training Martial Artist gradually develops a spiritual sense with the mysterious Thousand-Mile Soul Lock ability.

Any malice or ill intent cannot be hidden, much like the autumn cicada sensing the breeze before it arrives.

Big brother's punch indeed harbored murderous intent earlier.

But after several rounds of conversation with himself and Lao Wu, it dissipated without a trace.

"To me, all of you are good brothers, like my own siblings. Even when my own brother snatches women, seizes land deeds, and expands the Weapon Smithing Shop, he intends to help me.

The fickleness of human nature, the eternally changing morals of good and evil, entangled in consequences, is truly frightening."

Lao Dao's face was kind and gentle, seemingly at peace:

"The path the young master walks is unrestrained, without hindrance.

I'm not at that level, I can't learn it, and after thinking it over these years, the so-called Bodhisattvas fear causes, while all beings fear consequences.

Strict observance of precepts is too difficult, unable to penetrate the true essence of cause and effect.

Killing an evil man is a good deed; killing a good man is evil, but how to distinguish between good and evil?

Brothers, I finally realized, without a cause, there can be no effect, no effect, no catastrophe.

The sins you've committed, I will carry from now on!

As the big brother, I will help you resolve the debts of karma!"

Not a trace of killing intent could be heard in Lao Dao's voice, and the ominous aura around him melted like snow.

To the Blood Vajra and the Eight-armed Ape, he was like a big brother forgiving his little siblings, able to pardon any wrongdoing.

"Not good!"

"Big brother has gone mad!"

Blood Vajra and Eight-armed Ape exchanged a glance, infinite terror rising on their faces, wanting to retreat immediately.

Why?

Big brother clearly showed no sign of malice or ill intent, so why did their hair stand on end, as if great calamity was imminent?

The puzzle remained unsolved!

Thump!

The ground shook, the sturdy steps crumbled, exploding into a cloud of dust.

Lao Dao stepped forward, his entire skeleton stretching, muscles seemingly filled with Qi Blood, transforming into a mighty Giant Spirit in an instant!

The overwhelming presence, the massive figure, loomed over the Eight-armed Ape and Blood Vajra like a mountain, impossible to escape.

Yet terrifyingly, even now, they couldn't detect any killing intent within Big Brother Heaven-defying Saber's chest.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Thick, dark veins twisted, causing the cinnabar red lotus across his upper body to bloom, Lao Dao looked like a Great Bodhisattva, yet also like a Great Demon Fiend.

His face was compassionate, yet his hands were relentless!

His arms spread wide, lifted high, as if to breach the sky, and the broad, tough membranes stretched like full-moon bows, suddenly pressing down heavily!

Like pagoda iron towers that suppress evil demons, clenched tightly in his palms, swinging to smash!

Blood Vajra and Eight-armed Ape, with their Third Training Great Success, were masters indeed!

If faced head-on, they wouldn't be killed in a single strike.

But it was as if their spiritual sense was obscured, totally unaware of Lao Dao's overwhelming killing intent, completely defenseless right in front.

Step!

Stomp!

Hands held high to the sky!

As if holding a ten-thousand-catty pagoda!

Ferocious air waves swept down the long street like raging waves, extinguishing hundreds of torches simultaneously!

The heavens and earth seemed dimmed as a result.

Splash! Splash!

Hands clasped tightly, a forceful grip, as the heads of the second and fifth leaders of Red Eyebrow shattered like eggs, splintered bones and blood splattering suddenly!

"Big... brother?"

The Fourth Leader Ghost Head Monk, who rushed over, felt an endless chill climb up his spine, shooting straight to his head.

"Lao Si, don't be afraid, I'll bear your sins as well,"

Lao Dao turned around, blood water dripped from his palms, yet his face still bore that benevolent smile, harmonious and genial.

There was no malice or ill intent.

It was a strange feeling, as if saying, "I killed you for your own good."

"Big brother! Don't come near... I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong!"

Ghost Head Monk was on the verge of collapse!