Hui Mian held back his stunned gasp and shifted his gaze toward the group of cultists who had just called Fang Fotong "apostate."0

"Stop them!" Hong Gao roared while glaring at the fifty-or-so cultists. He couldn't let them snatch away the Shaolin Temple's archenemy!0

Rumble!0

The Shaolin's warrior monks emitted a terrifying aura and rushed out to block the cultists' path.0

"Hah! We got ourselves the Shaolin's finest, boys!" one of the cultists yelled, his eyes bloodshot. The blade gripped in his hand gleamed sharply as it drew a straight line in the air.0

The warrior monk on the receiving end of the attack used the slightest movement to dodge, and then he thrust his calloused palm forward.0

Smack!0

"Argh!" The cultist flew back while vomiting blood. The blade in his hand spun in the air before piercing the ground down below.0

"Ah!"0

"What the hell?!" The cultists waged an intense battle with the Shaolin monks, who had arrived to interrupt them. However, there was no immediate victor between the two. The cultists tried to break through but failed and were forced to retreat.0

"That's enough!" a man roared at the top of his lungs. His looks alone told everyone that he was the leader of this fifty-strong group of cultists. 0

The combatants disengaged and immediately backed off.0

"One Palm Purifying Demons, Hong Jin!" the leader roared, and his brows rose up in anger.0

"For a man corrupted by your demonic nature, you still have keen eyes!" Hong Jin exclaimed,...0