However, due to the importance of the stone Buddha and the current shock, no one could notice.

Amidst the swirling dust, the entire hall fell into silence. At the abbot's glance, everyone had collapsed onto the formation at the foot of the stone Buddha. The unheard and unseen runes there were enough for them to realize the situation they faced.

In the silence, time slowly passed. The silhouette at the foot of the mountain was already at the mountainside. Over thirty steps remained to the temple gate. The disciples before the gate could not withstand the pressure. They had already fled. Several senior monks of Guiyuan Temple stood in front of the gate, looking down at the slender figure below. They shouted, "Who is coming! What's the matter!"

"Ye Fengsheng"

The frail figure kept walking. He continued forward. After eight steps, he said, "Kill."

It was this calm and composed speech, filled with endless murderous intent, that left the elders at the mountain gate numb, their hairs standing on end, and their tense nerves completely snapping.

They dared not even listen to Ye Fengsheng's words. At the same time, they closed the gate of Guiyuan Temple, a gate that had not been closed for twenty years.

"Bang!"

After the commotion, the people on the gate looked at each other. Instinctively, they wanted to report this to the abbot and the monastic supervisor, but they hadn't expected the "crackling" sound outside the door to become fierce all of a sudden. Even the ground beneath their feet began to shake with the approaching sound!

Suddenly, a mighty pressure descended into the air, pressing heavily upon people's hearts, so much so that a few even found themselves unable to muster the strength to step forward. In their shock and fear, they unconsciously looked up at the sky, seeing a massive Sword Qi tearing through the sky, descending from above. Its force was so great that it crushed everything in front of it!

It was terrifying! Too terrifying!

How could I see such powerful means in my life? I fear even the abbot could not manage it!

How can I survive holding this knife?

Just when a few people were in despair, their hearts stopped beating under the pressure, a magnificent golden light appeared in their eyes, enveloping them completely. Outside the golden light, a towering Buddha image was gathering at a visible speed, raising its hands, resembling Taishan, wielding a sword capable of destroying heaven and earth!

An unprecedented tremor reached the ears of everyone at Guiyuan Temple. Along with the sound, and the surrounding air resonating and vision blurring, even the ground below was uplifted by a power appearing from the sky.

Golden light shimmered!

Looking up at the sky, I could see the ancient Buddha Hand could blend with the blue sky, using the oldest and simplest method to pick up that blade that split the sky. When they were together, the entire space was massively stirred, countless halos spilling out. The two palms of the Ancient Buddha Sword continuously leaked outwards. Meanwhile, the golden light outside of Guiyuan Temple, condensing with the intensely trembling ancient Buddha, was like a wave-stirred ocean. The waves continued, surging constantly.

"What on earth is this!"

The trembling of the golden light made the potential pressure accumulated on the treasured sword fall on the monks within the temple. Amid the fierce murderous intent embodied, people only felt they were like a boat at sea, without great waves, just needing a slightly bigger wave, which it could easily drown them at sea!

When the sword edge lowered a bit, the golden light on the ancient Buddha was completely destroyed, and the palm resisting the blade was utterly broken, all due to the potential of the blade firmly connected to the arm losing its hand.

Below was panic, two battles almost retreated.

Life is one's own! If escape could keep you alive, who would want to die here?

"...Today I sincerely repent. After repentance, I dare not do it again, immeasurable and unforgettable. I only hope all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the ten directions protect me, preserve me, eliminate our sinful barriers, and salute my heart."

An apology was suddenly heard in the hall, and the monks looked at each other. They all heard the voice of the abbot. When did the abbot bring on such a terrifying presence, causing suffering for oneself and others, and soaring to the sky from the hall, touching the golden light outside the temple? The surging golden light instantly began to stabilize, gradually receding, and the ancient Buddha above the golden light also produced a Lotus Platform under the blessing of this scripture.

The ancient Buddha sat on the lotus, neither pleased nor sad. Although the armless stump did not regrow the five fingers, it also reached a rather strange balance with the Blade in the sky. Though the pressure remained, at least the Sword Light did not continue to descend.

Holding the long knife in the air, Ye Fengsheng was also surprised by the scene before him. Although he hadn't used the "Dragging Knife Skill" for a long time, with few occurrences. But as someone who emerged from the Dragging Knife, how much power lay hidden in the knife, no one knew better than him. On the way, he couldn't hold the knife handle several times, that today's account was still in the Ma family, on this premise, even he himself wasn't sure if he could catch the knife, yet Guiyuan Temple blocked it using some inherited method.

At this moment, Ye Fengsheng had to birth a different feeling walking towards Guiyuan Temple.

Did Guiyuan Temple have an ancient formation left by ancestors? Or were the monks in the temple teaming up to offer blood, prepared to perish with himself at great cost?

Just thinking about this, Ye Feng sneered, letting the ancient Buddha and Sword Light confront each other. After twisting his body in the air, the long knife disappeared from his hand. Replaced instead were three dark short swords, governed by some strange rule as they hovered around him.

"Stars fall, stars change, fire burns vast lands,"

Ye Feng murmured, with sun and moon in his eyes. Piercing through the golden light, staring straight at the temple hall. After pulling out a cold arc from the corner of his mouth, he uttered two words, clearly etched, with a somewhat long interval:

"Go."

"Kill."

As the sound dropped, the three swords penetrated through the two rings of the soul around the body. After the traces of the bright swords crossed the sky, they easily pierced through the golden-edged barrier, heading straight for the hall where the golden edge scripture was perpetually recited.

"Return to the shore!"

The three high monks of Guiyuan Temple shouted in unison, their spirits undulating around as the sword shadows soared. The robe of one monk emitted hunting sounds, another monk's robe blew up entirely under the surging Spiritual Energy, revealing an extremely robust skeletal body. A closer look, one could see the spirits ebbing and flowing among a group, astonishing to the extreme!

He could not withstand the blade destined to destroy heaven and earth. But if he merely aided the abbot in resisting some scheming flying knives, he thought himself capable!

Especially as the abbot elder brother fought against the sword for the survival of Guiyuan Temple, it was a duty he could not decline!

However, as the three monks halted their swords, focusing entirely on the dagger in front, they felt as though they had concentrated, akin to paper cut directly by the three daggers. They didn't have time to react before blood splattered, and the three bodies fell in the air, heavily crashing on the hard bricks below, like three abandoned wet papers, falling into a desperate pit of death.

"Resounding chord."

The three swords passed through the crimson Kasaya, embedded in the intricate formation on the ground, emitting an echoing thud.

Almost simultaneously, the ancient Buddha statue in the sky, which could contend against blades and swords, shattered into pieces, drifting on the wind, disappearing without a trace.

The golden light perished, the giant blade fell along its original path. Accurately engraved on the reclining Buddha's head amidst the surrounding mountains. How formidable was the force gathered by Ye Fengsheng's Dragging? Suddenly it exploded, the entire mountain began to collapse.