simultaneous crossing in many anime worlds

As soon as the words fell, a figure in a grey robe landed in front of Chu Yang. The person was masked, their face unclear, with greying temples, indicating a certain age.

His index finger, with powerful force, jabbed towards Chu Yang's throat, as swift as wind and thunder.

The unexpected appearance of this person caught everyone off guard.

Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang had both backed down, so whose subordinate was this, so courageous?

Chu Yang was also a bit confused.

The move this person used was the 'Nianhua Finger,' one of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Ultimate Skills, but the opponent's white hair clearly indicated he was not a monk.

The finger force was swift and the cultivation profound; within Shaolin Temple, he would at least be a high monk of the Head Monk level.

Chu Yang frowned and countered with a palm strike.

His palm blocked the grey-robed elder's finger, then his five fingers straightened, forming a 'claw' shape, gripping the grey-robed elder's fingers.

The grey-robed elder tried to pull away but found his fingers tightly held, unable to break free.

With a crisp snap.

Two of the grey-robed elder's fingers were broken.

This person was also ruthless; not only did he not make any sound when his fingers were broken, but he also used it to break free from Chu Yang's control.

However, after suffering a hidden loss, the elder's gaze towards Chu Yang became even more resentful.

"Who are you?"

Abbot Xuanci looked at the grey-robed elder's back, feeling a sense of familiarity.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that today we should cooperate fully to eliminate evil and protect the righteous, and not let this demon continue to run rampant!"

The grey-robed elder avoided discussing his identity.

"A coward who hides his head and tail!"

Zhang Sanfeng stood on the long steps of Shaolin Temple, coldly watching the mysterious grey-robed elder.

"Wudang Mountain and Shaolin are known as the pillars of the martial arts world, respected by fellow martial artists in the three kingdoms. You, Zhang Sanfeng, are the foremost martial artist in the world, yet now that the demon is rampant, you sit by and watch these sect leaders go to their deaths!"

The grey-robed elder sneered repeatedly. Many people heard his words and nodded silently in agreement.

They had originally placed their hopes on Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang, hoping that the two combined could overpower Chu Yang, but the result was a great disappointment.

The discussions grew louder, even bordering on collective indignation.

Zhang Sanfeng saw their expressions and suddenly felt a suffocating frustration, unable to defend himself.

Unless these people witnessed Chu Yang's terror firsthand, they would not understand why he tried so hard to avoid battle.

Feng Qingyang had originally chosen to live in seclusion because he was weary of the entanglements and foolishness of the world, and these people successfully ignited his anger.

A hint of anticipation arose in his heart.

He anticipated the expressions on their faces when Chu Yang's butcher knife fell upon them.

Feng Qingyang's lips curled slightly upward.

After the grey-robed elder finished scolding, Zhang and Feng became the targets of criticism. Suddenly, a young man in luxurious robes, handsome and dignified, walked out from the crowd.

"I am Murong Fu of Gusu. Just now, hearing what the elder said, I also felt indignant, and couldn't help but speak!"

Murong Fu cupped his hands to the surroundings: "This elder is right. Our martial arts are inferior to this demon, so we should be united in purpose. Only then can we eliminate evil and protect the righteous."

"I want to see just how powerful this demon is, whom even Zhang Zhenren dares not oppose!"

The grey-robed elder laughed loudly, looking around, "Everyone, please just watch from the sidelines. After this Murong Young Master and I fight to the death, then you can consider whether to fight this demon to the death or to grovel before him."

Their actions appeared extremely heroic in the eyes of others, and many were already eager to join them.

Meanwhile, Chu Yang had been observing the grey-robed elder, and it wasn't until Murong Fu appeared and stood with him that he suddenly realized the elder's true identity.

"Murong Bo, you old scoundrel are quite good at taking advantage of situations."

"Back then, you concocted false intelligence to trick Abbot Xuanci into leading a group of people to ambush Qiao Feng's parents and family, and now you're here instigating these fools to oppose me. Tsk tsk, it's a pity you didn't go into pyramid schemes."

Chu Yang shook his head and chuckled.

Upon hearing this.

Abbot Xuanci and the grey-robed elder's expressions changed simultaneously.

Murong Fu was directly stunned.

Many people who knew about that old incident also showed very interesting expressions.

"Murong Bo? That name sounds a bit familiar..."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard, deep in thought.

Song Yuanqiao, however, knew this person. He and the other party were of similar age. When Murong Bo was famous in the martial arts world, he had already been training down the mountain for several years, so he had a deep impression.

And about the past incident at Yanmen Pass, he had also heard some rumors.

Song Yuanqiao walked to Zhang Sanfeng's side and whispered a few words, after which the latter showed an understanding expression.

On the other side, Abbot Xuanci stared intently at Murong Bo, even completely ignoring Chu Yang's presence. His greatest regret in this life was the tragedy at Yanmen Pass back then.

When Murong Bo faked his death, he blamed all the mistakes on himself, but now that Murong Bo was alive and standing before him, it was enough to prove that the incident back then was entirely a conspiracy!

"Elder, are you truly Elder Murong Bo?"

Abbot Xuanci took a deep breath.

Murong Bo ignored Abbot Xuanci, frowning as he looked at Chu Yang, wondering how this young man saw through his identity.

"Who exactly are you?!"

As the saying goes, a Vajra glares, a Bodhisattva lowers his brows. Even after many years of chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha, Abbot Xuanci still had a bit of temper.

Having hidden for a lifetime, now that his identity was exposed, Murong Bo was too lazy to continue pretending. He directly tore off the mask on his face, revealing his true appearance.

Upon seeing the other's appearance, Murong Fu's body trembled, and he excitedly shouted, "Father! It's really you!"

Murong Bo laughed and embraced Murong Fu.

"Tsk tsk, truly a loving father and filial son. By the way, where did the other pair of father and son go?"

Chu Yang looked around with interest. A battle between two pairs of father and son was much more interesting than a martial arts convention, giving him the feeling of watching a holographic drama.

"Regarding the Yanmen Pass incident back then, I already had doubts, but since Mr. Murong was dead and there was no way to verify, I had no other choice. Now that Mr. is alive and well, it seems we don't even need to confront each other, do we?"

Abbot Xuanci gripped the monk's staff in his hand tightly.

"That's right! It was I who deliberately led you to ambush that Khitan family with the best martial artists of the jianghu."

"Why?"

"Haha, if Song and Liao continued to be on good terms, when would my Great Yan Kingdom ever have the chance to rise and restore its nation?"

Murong Bo's eyes turned bloodshot, and his tone and demeanor gradually became deranged.

Restoring the Great Yan was his obsession and his inner demon.

Abbot Xuanci was about to ask further when the crowd erupted in exclamations. A man seven feet tall slowly walked out.

"It's Qiao Feng!!!"

Murong Bo's expression tightened.

The main character had arrived.

Murong Fu licked his lips, a little nervous, and subconsciously drew his treasured sword.

His sworn enemy was right before his eyes, but Xiao Feng didn't even look at them. Instead, he walked directly in front of Chu Yang, cupped his hands, and bowed deeply.

"I, Xiao, heard that Mr. Chu was here, and feared that Mr. might be attacked by the despicable people, so I came to assist. I didn't expect to receive another favor from Mr. This truly leaves me with no way to repay you."

Everyone was astonished.

Cries of surprise rose and fell.

The former Beggar Clan Chief Qiao Feng was actually that demon's henchman?

Chu Yang had thought Xiao Feng would come to join the fun, but he hadn't expected him to come to help him.

"How is A Zhu doing recently?"

"Thanks to Mr. Chu, A Zhu is very well. In a few days, she will go to the frontier with me."

"It's better not to make such a statement; it's unlucky."

Xiao Feng: "???"

Abbot Xuanci, who was confronting Murong Bo, saw Xiao Feng and a look of guilt appeared on his face. He lowered his head and recited a Buddhist chant.

"A Khitan dog and a demon, they truly are in cahoots!"

"Everyone, compared to these two, I, a Xianbei, shouldn't be considered much of a threat, should I?"

"If we don't eliminate them today, putting everything else aside, how many sects can leave Shaolin Temple?"

Murong Bo was still instigating everyone who was hostile towards Chu Yang and Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng's idea of coming to help Chu Yang was good, but he didn't realize that he himself was also a magnet for hatred.

Just the two of them standing together almost offended all the sects in the jianghu of the three kingdoms.

The number of supportive voices grew, and Murong Bo showed a satisfied smile, walking to Abbot Xuanci's side and whispering, "Please consider the greater good, Abbot."

Abbot Xuanci's gaze was complex, and he remained silent.

Xiao Feng stood in front of Chu Yang, his internal energy flowing throughout his body, ready for a fight to the death.

Both sides were at loggerheads, on the verge of conflict.

"Big Brother!"

A young man in a long robe, looking like a noble Son, forcefully pushed through the crowd and stumbled to Xiao Feng's side.

Xiao Feng exclaimed in surprise, "Second Brother?!"

Duan Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a grin, "Big Brother, don't panic. Little Brother is also here to support Big Brother!"

The two exchanged a few greetings, and then several more people walked out from the crowd.

The foremost person had an elegant demeanor; it was none other than Duan Zhengchun, the Prince of Zhennan from Dali, and the remaining few were his retainers.