Master Du’e’s expression changed slightly.
As expected, the visitor came with ill intentions!
But how did Long Wu know that Ye Qiu was Ye Wushuang’s son?
“Amitabha!”
Master Du’e said, “Benefactor Long, many years ago when Long Yi visited Tianlong Temple, he made an agreement with my master that the Forbidden City and our Tianlong Temple would not infringe upon each other. What, does Benefactor Long intend to tear up the agreement?”
“If we’re talking about tearing up the agreement, it was you who did so first.”
“Not long ago, at the Bai family in the capital, you acted against my brother, ultimately leading to Long Jiu’s tragic death at the hands of Ye Wudi. You can’t deny this, can you?”
“Out of respect for you being monks, I won’t make things difficult for you. Hand over Ye Wushuang’s son immediately.”
Long Wu shouted coldly.
“Benefactor Long, Benefactor Ye Wushuang’s fate has been unknown for twenty years. How would this old monk know he has a son?” Master Du’e asked, feigning confusion.
“They say monks don’t lie, but it seems that’s all a deception!”
“Since I’ve come here, I’m certain Ye Wushuang’s son is with you.”
“Oh, by the way, his name is Ye Qiu.”
“Du’e, call him out now, or don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
As Long Wu finished speaking, he unleashed a towering aura, like a storm, pressing down on Master Du’e.
Master Du’e had been cautiously on guard. When this aura came crashing down, he immediately mobilised his internal energy to resist. Instantly, his robes billowed.
Seeing Master Du’e block his oppressive aura, Long Wu was displeased.
“Hmph!”
Long Wu let out a cold snort, lifted his right foot, and lightly stamped it on the ground.
Thud!
A crack appeared in the ground, rapidly extending towards Master Du’e.
At the same time, an even more immense wave of pressure surged forth.
Step, step, step, Master Du’e retreated three steps before steadying himself, his heart filled with shock.
He hadn’t expected Long Wu’s skills to be so terrifying. Just by releasing his aura, he had forced him back.
If they truly fought, could he withstand even a single blow?
Master Du’e’s expression grew grave.
“I’ll ask one more time, will you hand over Ye Wushuang’s son or not?” Long Wu’s aura grew stronger, ready to strike at any moment.
“Amitabha!”
“Benefactor Long, there is indeed a Benefactor Ye in this temple, but whether he is Benefactor Ye Wushuang’s son, this poor monk does not know.”
“However, that Benefactor Ye is currently helping this poor monk fulfil a wish, so I hope Benefactor Long will give this poor monk some face and not be so aggressive.”
Divine Monk Kongjian finished speaking, clasped his hands together, and gave a slight bow.
“I understand, you’re not going to hand over Ye Qiu, are you? In that case, don’t blame me.”
Long Wu finished speaking and threw a punch through the air towards Master Du’e.
This punch was immensely powerful.
As Long Wu’s fist swung out, the air resounded with the sound of wind and thunder, terrifyingly intense.
Master Du’e had no time to think and countered with a punch of his own.
Vajra Fist!
Bang, the fists’ winds collided.
Master Du’e was immediately forced back a dozen steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The shock in his heart grew even greater.
Because Long Wu had thrown the punch through the air, Master Du’e’s fist had only faced the wind of Long Wu’s punch, not the actual fist itself.
It was clear that if he had met Long Wu’s fist head-on, he would have been sent flying on the spot.
Had Long Wu, after years in seclusion, become this strong?
As the fourth-ranked master on the Dragon List, Master Du’e felt a sense of powerlessness.
Too strong!
So strong it was despairing!
“Du’e, after all these years, you haven’t improved at all. You’re truly a disgrace to your master.”
As Long Wu’s words fell, he threw another powerful punch.
This punch was even stronger than the last.
From a dozen metres away, Master Du’e felt shrouded in the shadow of death.
“Benefactor Long, in your presence, Du’e is but a junior. Bullying the weak isn’t right, is it?”
Divine Monk Kongjian’s figure flickered, swiftly positioning himself in front of Du’e.
Then, he extended a single finger and pressed forward.
Pop, a soft sound rang out, as if the air had been pierced, ripples spreading outward.
Long Wu’s fist wind instantly shattered, vanishing without a trace.
“You old bald donkey have made some progress. Good, I was just looking for someone to test the results of my recent seclusion.”
Long Wu’s eyes suddenly sharpened, like the cold, venomous eyes of a snake, staring intently at Divine Monk Kongjian.
Divine Monk Kongjian’s expression remained impassive, but his gaze clearly grew more cautious.
The two locked eyes.
Neither made the first move to attack.
Yet the atmosphere felt heavy, a oppressive sense of an impending storm, overwhelming and all-encompassing.
“So strong!”
Master Du’e, shaken by the aura of the two, retreated step by step, only stopping when he reached the first floor of the Enlightenment Tower.
Three full minutes passed.
Long Wu moved.
He began walking towards Divine Monk Kongjian.
Long Wu’s steps were slow, like a leisurely stroll, with no trace of killing intent.
One step, two steps, three steps…
Closer!
Even closer!
The distance between them kept shrinking.
When only two metres remained, boom!
Long Wu threw a punch.
His fist wind was fierce and domineering. As the punch shot out, a whistling sound filled the air, like a meteor, appearing before Divine Monk Kongjian’s forehead in an instant.
“Retreat!”
Divine Monk Kongjian stood his ground, unmoving, and uttered a single word.
His voice was like thunder, shaking the mountains and rivers.
Long Wu’s fist paused, then he stepped back a few paces, his eyes narrowing.
“To have cultivated the Buddhist Lion’s Roar to this level, old bald donkey, you’re impressive.”
“Amitabha, Benefactor Long’s Void Clarity Fist is also formidable.”
“Again!”
Long Wu let out a loud shout and threw another punch.
This time, as his fist shot out, there wasn’t the slightest sound of wind. It was light and airy, like willow fluff, carrying no perceptible power.
Unexpectedly, Divine Monk Kongjian’s expression grew even more solemn.
Bang!
Divine Monk Kongjian also threw a punch. His fist followed a path almost identical to Long Wu’s, soft and weak, like an infant waving a fist, devoid of strength.
Soon, their fists met, producing no explosive sound. It was as if a small pebble had been dropped into a vast lake, not even stirring a single ripple.
But the expressions of Long Wu and Divine Monk Kongjian were unprecedentedly serious.
Their fists remained in contact, neither pulling away.
Master Du’e, a martial arts master himself, instantly understood that Divine Monk Kongjian and Long Wu were competing with their internal energy in this punch.
Half a minute later, their fists finally parted.
Step, step, step!
Long Wu retreated six steps before steadying himself.
Divine Monk Kongjian’s shoulders swayed, and he retreated three steps.
A draw!
At that moment, a sword’s cry suddenly rang out from the fourth floor of the Enlightenment Tower.
