"Stop, bald monk!"
Seeing the mess on the ground and the corpses of the elite White-Turban Bandits everywhere, the Fort Master Chen Dong was simply shocked and furious. Now, he simply had the heart to kill.
One had to know that in order to create the foundation of the White-scarf Bandits, he had spent a lot of effort. In order to nurture these elites, he had spent a lot of effort, but now, it had all been destroyed by this damn bald donkey.
One could imagine how angry he was now.
"Damn bald donkey, how dare you cause trouble in front of my White Turbans Village? You're courting death. I'll send you to hell right now. Go to hell immediately. I'll kill you.”
Stronghold Chieftain Chen Dong was furious. His face was flushed red. He didn't waste any words and immediately attacked. He used his unique skill, the Thirty-Six Hands Capturing Acupoint Pressing Technique, and the deep internal energy in his body surged out.
Immediately, transparent Qi rushed over, containing unparalleled power. This kind of power was not inferior to the Dali Duan Clan's Yi Yang Finger. Obviously, this person's power had reached the peak of the Houtian Realm.
As expected of a place close to the Central Plains. Even a bandit leader had such power.
" Huh?!"
Xia Ping only took a glance and suddenly attacked. He threw out his palm, the ultimate Mahayana Prajna Palm!
This palm contained the power of Prajna. It was as if the power of a hundred palms had transformed into one palm, overlapping one another. The voice of Buddha's chanting seemed to vaguely appear, and it was incomparably fierce.
Thump!
In an instant, all the Qi that was rushing over was instantly smashed into powder by this palm. Even the fierce palm force blasted towards Chen Dong and ruthlessly slapped onto Chen Dong's body.
"Ah!"
Chen Dong immediately let out a shrill scream. He had never expected that the monk in white's casual palm would be so terrifying. It actually contained the power of Wisdom, which was beyond his imagination.
With a boom, he was caught off guard and flew backward. It was as if he had been hit by an elephant. His internal organs were shattered by the fierce power of this palm.
In the end, his entire body was smashed into a distant wall. Immediately, a golden Buddha palm print with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared on the huge wall. Even the palm prints were clear.
A large amount of gravel flowed down from the wall, and dust rose.
Chen Dong's eyes widened as he stared at Xia Ping, but he could not say anything. Large mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth as if it was free.
With a snap, his neck tilted and he immediately died.
When the other leaders of the White Turbans saw this scene, they were simply stunned. They would never have thought that their invincible peak Houtian expert would be able to kill them.
Even though he had been surrounded by the Duan Clan of Dali, the leader who could stand up to the One Solar Finger was like a fly at this moment. He was casually slapped to death on the wall and could not be pulled out.
"This, this!"
Even Dao Baifeng was dumbfounded, let alone the bandits. As the daughter of the chief of the Baiyi Tribe, she knew very well that Chen Dong was the greatest threat to the tribe.
This was a vicious mountain bandit who had wreaked havoc in Dali for decades. He killed people like flies and easily massacred villages and clans. Even the experts of the Duan Clan of Dali could not do anything to him. They could only watch helplessly as the other party went unpunished.
But now, he had just appeared and was killed by the white-robed monk with a single palm strike. The vicious bandit leader who had been running amok for decades had actually died just like that?!
She always felt that this was too unbelievable, too dreamy, as if she was dreaming.
"I'm sorry. I used a little too much force just now and accidentally killed a small leader. By the way, where is your Fort Master? I have something to discuss with him.”
Xia Ping looked apologetic, indicating that he didn't do it on purpose. It was just his instinctive reaction. Who asked this bandit leader to carry a murderous aura and want to kill him?
Therefore, he instinctively slapped the other party to death without holding back.
"High, high monk, my, our leader is right there.”
One of the leaders swallowed his saliva and pointed at a dead body on the wall with trembling fingers, indicating that the person who was killed by the white-robed monk was their leader, Chen Dong.
Dao Baifeng's mouth twitched. What was going on? The white-robed monk didn't know that the person she killed with a casual slap was the bandit leader, Chen Dong?!
This Chen Dong had died too unjustly. He was a bandit boss who had caused trouble for decades. He killed people like flies. No one knew how cruel his existence was. However, he had just appeared and was slapped to death. How aggrieved was his death?
If Chen Dong found out about this, he might be so angry that he would crawl back from hell.
"Where?"
Xia Ping couldn't help but frown. The person I killed just now was your leader, Chen Dong? As the leader, how could he be so weak? He couldn't even take a palm strike from me. Wasn't he a good-for-nothing?”
Upon hearing this, the bandits present were almost scared to tears. Their leader, Chen Dong, was a perfected Houtian expert, an existence that could stand on equal footing with the Dali Duan Clan's One Solar Finger.
However, in the eyes of this white-robed monk, he was actually just a piece of trash. If that was the case, then what were these small leaders who were far inferior to the leader, Chen Dong? Could it be that they were even inferior to trash?
They were so scared that their legs were trembling. They had come out aggressively just now because they did not know the strength of the enemy, but now they saw that this white-robed monk was a terrifying existence who had killed their leader with a single palm.
This was bad.
If they really fought, this white-robed monk would definitely be able to wipe out their entire village.
Dao Baifeng was speechless. She didn't know what to say. This mountain bandit who had given the Duan Clan of Dali a headache was actually called a good-for-nothing. No one would believe it.
"This is going to be troublesome. I originally wanted to capture Chen Dong and interrogate him for the secret manual of the Thirty-Six Hands Catching Acupoint Pressing Technique. Now that he's dead, what should I do? I wonder if he has the secret manual on him?”
Xia Ping rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought.
However, when the leaders saw this scene, they were scared half to death, thinking that the white-robed monk had a killing intent.
"Senior monk, we surrender. We admit defeat. Please spare our lives.”
One of the bandits fell to his knees in fear and begged for mercy.
"That's right, that's right. Actually, we were all forced by the bandit leader, Chen Dong. We were originally good people in the village, but we were forced by the bandit leader, Chen Dong, to walk this path of no return. If we had the chance, we would never become bandits.”
"As long as Grandmaster spare our lives, we will immediately turn over a new leaf and start anew.”
"Master, please spare our dog lives. In the future, we promise to do good deeds day and night to make up for our sins.”
One by one, the bandit leaders knelt on the ground and begged desperately. They knew that they could not defeat this terrifying white-robed monk. They could only kneel and beg for mercy to have a chance of survival.
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