simultaneous crossing in many anime worlds

Xiao Feng and Duan Zhengchun exchanged glances, both with a hint of awkwardness on their faces.

Duan Zhengchun already knew that A Zhu was his daughter, and it was highly probable that Xiao Feng would become his son-in-law.

Because of A Zhu, Xiao Feng didn't want Duan Yu and Duan Zhengchun to be implicated by him, so he advised, "Second Brother, it's best you don't get involved in today's matter; quickly return with King Duan."

Duan Yu became anxious.

Duan Zhengchun reached out and pulled Duan Yu, shaking his head with a solemn face. The current situation was indeed not something their Duan family could participate in.

In such a tense situation, Chu Yang, however, yawned and lazily walked to Xiao Feng's side, patting his shoulder and saying, "You shouldn't get involved either. Go with them."

Xiao Feng was stunned.

He had just said those exact words to Duan Yu.

"Don't make it difficult for King Duan. A Zhu is his daughter after all, and it's unlikely he'd truly stand by and do nothing. If anything happens, A Zhu will be the one who suffers."

"And..."

"To speak frankly, even if everyone standing here now were to be my enemy, to me, they are nothing but chickens and dogs, utterly vulnerable."

The powerful self-confidence instantly infected Xiao Feng. He took a deep breath, cupped his fists, and retreated a few steps. He didn't leave directly but stood beside the carriage like a guard.

This was the greatest concession Xiao Feng could make. He could refrain from interfering, but he had to do something to repay the kindness.

Helping Chu Yang look after Huang Rong and Li Mochou in the carriage was the best option.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? Waiting for me to kill you all one by one?"

Chu Yang sneered, beckoning to Murong Bo and his son. After a pause, he made the same gesture in all directions.

A clamor erupted, deafening.

Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang's expressions were grave; they sensed the killing intent emanating from Chu Yang.

Excitement flashed in Murong Bo's eyes. If he could lead the heroes to slay Chu Yang and Xiao Feng today, the prestige of him and his son would reach an awe-inspiring level.

With this prestige, the restoration of Great Yan was within reach!

"Everyone, follow me and kill!"

Murong Bo roared to the sky, transforming into a grey shadow that assaulted Chu Yang. He decided to fight to the death, leaving the outcome for Murong Fu to inherit!

The crowd surged forward.

Those sect leaders who knew they were doomed followed closely behind, charging towards Chu Yang with Murong Bo. Their respective disciples also rushed forward with bloodshot eyes.

Two of Murong Bo's fingers had been crippled by Chu Yang, so he had no choice but to use the Weituo Palm to fight. Chu Yang neither dodged nor evaded, allowing Murong Bo's palms to strike his body.

Thump, thump, thump.

A dull sound echoed. Murong Bo felt as if his palms had struck bronze, incredibly hard, and the Recoil Force made his finger bones and arms ache as if they were breaking.

"I thought you could show me something interesting, but I didn't expect you to be so boring in the end."

Murong Bo looked up, meeting Chu Yang's icy gaze, and his heart leaped.

He turned to leave, but a terrifying suction force came from behind him.

Chu Yang clutched his neck.

The shadow of death enveloped his heart. Murong Bo could no longer remain calm, shouting for help, his hands flailing wildly in the air.

"No! Stop!"

Crack.

Murong Bo's body suddenly stiffened, then his arms fell limply.

Seeing this, Murong Fu's eyes were about to split, "Father!!!"

In the blink of an eye, the once arrogant Murong Bo was now dead, startling the sect leaders into a halt.

"If you stop now, you will still die."

Chu Yang smiled very amiably, like the big brother next door.

A single sentence suppressed their briefly recovered sanity, and their eyes became bloodshot, with the air of desperate men.

They charged forward, one after another.

More and more people died.

Chu Yang's feet were piled high with corpses.

"Since you like to call me a demon, I should at least do something worthy of that title."

Chu Yang said truthfully, even as he killed.

By the end of the killing, no one dared to step forward. In front of the Great Hero Hall, bodies lay strewn across the field, and blood flowed like a river.

Someone's weapon clattered to the ground.

The clang startled everyone awake.

The remaining sect leaders and their disciples successively dropped their weapons, trembling as they prostrated themselves, constantly kowtowing to Chu Yang.

Chu Yang looked at them indifferently, "Not eliminating demons and defending the righteous path anymore?"

They dared not answer, just kept kowtowing. Some had blood all over their heads but dared not stop.

Zhang Sanfeng closed his eyes in pain. He had tried his best to prevent this scene from happening, but things still went against his wishes.

Feng Qingyang sighed and turned to leave.

Yue Buqun, still shaken, followed behind him.

Just a little, just a little, and the Huashan Sect would have been like this group of people...

Linghu Chong, holding his unconscious junior sister, walked slowly, somewhat lost in thought.

The scene of Chu Yang killing people kept replaying in his mind. He had originally wanted to stop him, but Feng Qingyang held him tightly, making him unable to move.

Even if he had rushed forward, he would have died, right?

What was the point of practicing swordsmanship?

The more Linghu Chong thought about it, the sadder he became, his expression sometimes ferocious, sometimes pained.

Chu Yang stepped through the blood and returned to the carriage, looking at Li Mochou and Little Dragon Girl, who was sleeping in her arms.

"From today onwards, you and this martial world, all grievances and enmities, are hereby written off."

Li Mochou was already in tears, nodding vigorously.

In front of the Great Hero Hall, blood flowed like a river.

Looking at the corpses everywhere, Abbot Xuanci's face was ashen, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

After this battle, the Shaolin Temple's reputation would forever be tied to Chu Yang.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression was sorrowful as he silently chanted the Daoist Rebirth Sutra.

"Those who bring trouble upon themselves cannot live."

Feng Qingyang listened to the sutra and said indifferently.

Chu Yang walked out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his sky-blue robe unstained by a single drop of blood.

He walked to Abbot Xuanci's side, looking at him indifferently, "Although Shaolin did not act, as the host, you also bear responsibility."

Abbot Xuanci gave a tragic smile, "As the abbot, may I be the only one to die?"

Chu Yang shook his head, pointing to Xiao Feng by the carriage, "Your life is his."

Xiao Feng stepped forward to stand before Abbot Xuanci, his cold eyes filled with killing intent. Murong Bo, the mastermind, had already been killed by Chu Yang. To exact his revenge, he could only seek out Abbot Xuanci, a figure of high martial arts standing.

"Amitabha, all mistakes are mine alone. I hope Benefactor Xiao can spare the other monks of Shaolin Temple. Do not forget that your master, Xuanku, was also a Shaolin disciple..."

Thinking of his former master, the killing intent on Xiao Feng's body suddenly weakened.

"Old villain, die!"

While Xiao Feng was still hesitating, a black figure descended from the sky, landing in front of Abbot Xuanci, and directly shattered his heart pulse with palm force.

Abbot Xuanci spat out blood, clutched his chest, and fell to the ground, a string of prayer beads falling from his body, shattering into pieces.

The man in black glanced at Xiao Feng, then used his Qinggong to flee the scene.

Xiao Feng recovered from his shock and quickly chased after the man in black, both disappearing from sight.

"Given Xiao Feng's character, he likely wouldn't have killed you. Xiao Yuanshan knew this, which is why he appeared suddenly."

Chu Yang squatted down, picked up a prayer bead, and placed it in Abbot Xuanci's hand.

Hearing the name "Xiao Yuanshan," a strange light suddenly burst forth in Abbot Xuanci's eyes, and his breathing became rapid. "So that's how it is, so that's how it is. Evil begets evil..."

The moment Abbot Xuanci fell, many monks rushed out of the Great Hero Hall. Some shouted "Abbot," some shouted "Senior Brother," and some shouted "Master" or "Uncle Master."

Chu Yang retreated a few steps, yielding the space to the group of monks. While they were wailing and crying, he stepped forward.

He was going to the Zangjingge (Sutra Library).

"Chu Benefactor, this old monk deserves his punishment. Could you please spare the other monks of Shaolin Temple?"

Abbot Xuanci's voice became remarkably clear, as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy.

Chu Yang nodded and continued forward.

"Little Chu, wait for me!"

Huang Rong saw Chu Yang about to enter and quickly jumped out of the carriage. After a few steps, she seemed a little uneasy and turned to Zhang Sanfeng with a sweet smile: "Daoist Grandpa, please help me look after Mochou and Long'er. Little Chu and I will be right back."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled bitterly, "Miss, on this Shaolin Temple, who would dare to provoke Daoist Chu?"

Huang Rong looked around. Everyone nearby had expressions of terror and unease, and no one even dared to meet her gaze.

A group of people scared out of their wits, there was indeed nothing to worry about.

After Huang Rong passed through the Great Hero Hall, she continued through several corridors and past several large halls, stopping at an ancient-looking pavilion.

Directly in front of her, Chu Yang was talking to an old sweeping monk.

The old monk's eyebrows and beard were snow-white, and he looked very old. His hands, gripping the broom, were covered in wrinkles, like the bark of an old tree.

But those bright, piercing eyes left a deep impression on Huang Rong.

"Benefactor, your killing intent is very strong. It would be good for you to go to the Zangjingge (Sutra Library) and read some Buddhist scriptures to dispel it."