165: Master Dajue of Jiulong Temple

"Haha... Zhang Sanfengs original name, do you think This old monk would be completely unprepared after learning you were coming here?"

"I knew you would interfere in this matter, so This old monk has long since prepared a backup plan."

"Great Awakening, it's already this time, are you still not appearing?" the Sweeping Monk sneered.

Hearing the two words 'Great Awakening', Duan Zhengchun's eyes narrowed instantly.

Great Awakening? Could it be that one from the Nine Dragons Temple? I didn't expect the Sweeping Monk to actually invite that person here.

However, how strong could this Zen Master Dajue be? It would be good if he reached the Heavenly Human Realm. Could it be that because this is a Comprehensive Martial Arts World, these people's combat power has increased?

Otherwise, how could the Sweeping Monk invite someone who hasn't even reached the Heavenly Human Realm to help?

"Haha... you stinking sweeper, I didn't expect there would be a time when you'd have to beg this Zen Master."

"Don't forget the conditions you promised before." Zen Master Dajue walked out while laughing loudly.

At this moment, in the eyes of the three, a tall monk with a rugged face wearing red monastic robes walked out.

It was precisely Zen Master Dajue of the Nine Dragons Temple, who now possessed the strength of the Heavenly Human Realm Peak.

"Zen Master Dajue of the Nine Dragons Temple? Instead of staying in your Nine Dragons Temple, why have you come to our East? Are you itching for a fight?" Zhang Sanfeng said coldly.

"Zhang Sanfengs original name, this East isn't your home, so why can't I come?"

"Besides, I was invited here; it has nothing to do with you," Zen Master Dajue said bluntly.

"In that case, are you going to interfere in this matter?" Zhang Sanfeng said with a cold face.

"I'm only here to help by invitation. I don't want to fight you either. As long as you don't interfere in the stinking sweeper's business, I'm unwilling to fight you," Zen Master Dajue said with a smile.

He was very clear about Zhang Sanfeng's strength; he was certainly no match.

But stalling Zhang Sanfeng for a while was still possible. By then, the Sweeping Monk should be able to resolve the matters here, right?

"True Man Zhang, there's no need for you to interfere here. They're just two clowns; this King doesn't even spare them a glance."

"If he dares to interfere in the matter between me and the Sweeping Monk, I don't mind sending him to see his Buddha ahead of schedule," Duan Zhengchun said coldly.

"Haha... good lad, you've got guts. Since you won't let this old Daoist interfere, I will respect your choice."

"Don't worry, even if you are no match, this old Daoist guarantees you that even if I have to risk my life, I will keep these two bald donkeys here." Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zen Master Dajue and the Sweeping Monk with cold eyes.

Zhang Sanfeng's words made the Sweeping Monk and Zen Master Dajue's expressions turn a bit ugly. However, both were at least at the Heavenly Human Realm Peak. Even if they couldn't defeat Zhang Sanfeng, if they wanted to run, it wouldn't be easy for Zhang Sanfeng to stop them.

They also didn't believe that Zhang Sanfeng would fight them to the death for a dead man.

Duan Zhengchun's attitude toward Zhang Sanfeng completely changed this time. Previously, because Zhang Sanfeng had come to find him regarding Zhang Wuji's business, he had been somewhat unhappy with Zhang Sanfeng's attitude.

But it was normal; after all, his Grand-disciple had been beaten by him, so it was normal for him to come looking for trouble.

Now, he was actually supporting him like this and even standing up for him. This old man was still that True Man Zhang with an overflowing sense of justice.

"True Man Zhang, I, Duan Zhengchun, will remember this favor today. In the future, if there's anything you need help with, just ask," Duan Zhengchun said with a smile.

"You brat, death is at your doorstep, you'd better worry about yourself!"

"Everything today is of your own making."

"Today, This old monk will become the Incarnation of the Angry-Eyed Vajra and transcend you, this Devil Head," the Sweeping Monk said coldly.

"Heh-tui..."

"You shameless old geezer, stop your yapping. If you want to fight, then come. Do you think this King would be afraid of an old geezer like you?" Duan Zhengchun sneered.

"Since you are so stubborn, then don't blame This old monk for being Ruthless," the Sweeping Monk said coldly.

"Come then, let this King see what tricks you thieving baldie have, to actually dare to talk so big in front of this King," Duan Zhengchun sneered.

Hearing Duan Zhengchun constantly calling him bald donkeys, the Sweeping Monk's heart burned with rage.

If it weren't for wanting to extract the Eight Tones of the Heavenly Dragon from Duan Zhengchun's mouth, he wouldn't have endured until now.

Buddhist light flared intensely from the Sweeping Monk, his Internal Energy surged, and an invisible wall of Qi formed around his body. His monastic robes puffed up as if inflated, moving without any wind.

A terrifying aura spread out, and Duan Zhengchun instantly felt a terrifying pressure weighing down on him, making his expression turn grave.

Immediately, Duan Zhengchun no longer held back. Golden light suddenly erupted from him, covering his body—the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill.

Upon performing the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, that pressure immediately lessened significantly.

Duan Zhengchun's eyes were fixed on the Sweeping Monk, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"old bald donkey, didn't you want this King's heavenly demon zither? Then today, I'll let you witness the power of the heavenly demon zither."

Hearing that Duan Zhengchun was going to use the heavenly demon zither, the Sweeping Monk's eyes narrowed; he was well aware of the heavenly demon zither's reputation.

If Duan Zhengchun used the heavenly demon zither to deal with him at this time, he wouldn't be certain of handling it.

However, at this point, the arrow was on the string and had to be shot; he could only adapt to the situation.

Immediately, Duan Zhengchun took out the heavenly demon zither from behind him. This action caused the expressions of the Sweeping Monk and Zen Master Dajue to change instantly.

Only now did they realize that this Duan Zhengchun was definitely not simple.

Just now, Duan Zhengchun hadn't been carrying the heavenly demon zither at all, yet he suddenly produced it. This immediately made them think of a possibility: Sumeru Space.

Only this could explain how Duan Zhengchun was able to take out the heavenly demon zither under such circumstances.

Sumeru Space was something that only people who reached their Realm and touched upon some of the Laws of this world would discover—things others simply couldn't find.

This Sumeru Space required an Artifact Refiner with a certain understanding of the Laws of Space to create, but such things had long since been lost.

Furthermore, no one in the Nine Provinces Continent could refine such a Heaven-Defying Magical Artifact.

For this Duan Zhengchun to actually possess a Sumeru Space, how could they not be covetous?

What did this mean? It meant that Duan Zhengchun must have obtained a Heaven-Defying Opportunity, which was why he had such Realm cultivation at his age.

Zhang Sanfeng had known for a long time, but he hadn't developed any greed. However, it now seemed that the Sweeping Monk and Zen Master Dajue had already become greedy toward Duan Zhengchun.

They were determined to capture Duan Zhengchun and obtain that secret from him.

If they obtained that secret, they might have a chance to Breakthrough the final shackles and reach that Realm that no one had ever reached.

"Brat, you've truly given This old monk a surprise today. I didn't expect you to actually have such a thing on you."

"Today, no matter what, I cannot let you leave," the Sweeping Monk sneered.

"Heh, fine. This King didn't plan on letting you leave here alive today either," Duan Zhengchun sneered.

Immediately, the aura on Duan Zhengchun's body began to skyrocket.

Placing both hands on the strings, zheng... the sound of the zither rang out.

An invisible wave surged toward the Sweeping Monk.

The Sweeping Monk's expression changed. He pressed his palms together and chanted a Buddhist name.

"amitabha..."