The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

Chapter 164 Shaolin closes its gates, Great Yan submits.

When Lu Yao clashed with the Sweeper Monk, it stirred up a huge fluctuation of true energy, with powerful energy overflowing everywhere, causing a tremendous upheaval.

Those in the martial arts world who had already sensed something was wrong all ran far away, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

Even the residual energy from Lu Yao's fight with the Sweeper Monk was enough to kill a top-tier expert.

Murong Fu, who had lost his martial arts skills, was taken to a safe place by the four powerful retainers.

"Brother, what should we do now?"

Feng Bo'e looked extremely ugly. He had just met with his former boss, and before they could even exchange a few words, the man died.

The current leader's martial arts were also crippled by the Sweeper Monk; the Murong family is truly unlucky.

As the head of the four powerful ministers, Deng Baichuan naturally held a certain degree of prestige among them.

Upon hearing Feng Bo'e's words, his expression changed.

"Now that the Great Yan has not been restored, and your martial arts have been crippled, what should we do?"

Bao Butong looked at Murong Fu, who was staring blankly into space, his face full of worry.

"We haven't reached the end of our rope yet. At least Master Lu is on our side."

"Moreover, although the young master has lost his martial arts skills, he is still a descendant of the King of Yan. With the support of Grandmaster Lu, the Yan Kingdom still has hope."

Deng Baichuan glanced at Murong Fu, then said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the others knew that this was the only option, so they began to examine Murong Fu's injuries.

As the focus of everyone's attention, Lu Yao's battle with the Sweeping Monk continues.

A dazzling golden light flashed through the smoke and dust, and a golden Buddhist light shot out, striking Lu Yao like lightning.

Lu Yao narrowed his eyes and used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to constantly change positions, but the Buddhist light still followed closely.

Lu Yao immediately realized that the Sweeping Monk was controlling him, and no matter how he tried to dodge, it was useless.

Thinking of this, Lu Yao moved, gathering his true energy, and punched the golden light behind him.

"Great Demon-Subduing Fist!"

Lu Yao's arms were enveloped in true energy, and he unleashed a powerful and fearless punch that instantly collided with the golden light of the Sweeper Monk.

"boom!"

Under Lu Yao's heavy punch, the golden light lasted for two breaths before being shattered, turning into specks of golden starlight.

But before Lu Yao could even breathe a sigh of relief, the figure of the sweeping monk instantly appeared in front of him.

The sweeping monk radiated golden light, even his skin was dyed golden, and his true energy kept rising, making him look like a little golden man.

Suddenly, the sweeping monk unleashed a whip kick at Lu Yao, leaving a golden streak of afterimage in the air.

Lu Yao's expression hardened slightly as he gathered his inner energy in his hands, crossing them to block the sweeping monk's attack.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the sweeping monk kicked Lu Yao's hands.

"What a strength!"

Lu Yao's expression turned solemn as he felt the force coming from his arm and was startled.

However, Lu Yao seized the opportunity, flipped his palms over, and transformed them into sharp claws, gripping the sweeping monk's calves tightly.

The sweeping monk's expression changed slightly, and with a gust of wind, he kicked towards Lu Yao's head with his other foot.

Lu Yao blocked with his left hand, and his right hand instantly erupted with true energy, throwing the Sweeper Monk backward.

"Oh!"

A deep crater was instantly smashed into the ground.

But Lu Yao wouldn't stop. Several sword energies condensed and slashed at the Sweeper Monk.

Lu Yao immediately withdrew and retreated, his true energy surging, condensing into a sword aura that was almost solid in front of him.

Faced with several incoming sword energies, the Sweeper Monk unleashed several golden beams of light, shattering the sword energies.

Just then, Lu Yao's sword energy was also complete, and under Lu Yao's control, it instantly slashed towards the Sweeper Monk.

Feeling the stinging sensation from the sword energy, the Sweeper Monk dared not be careless and quickly used his Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill to condense a golden protective shield around his body.

"boom!"

The sword energy struck the protective shield, producing a piercing shriek that caused the martial arts practitioners in the distance to cover their ears.

Those martial arts practitioners who were closer and of lower skill even had blood flowing from their ears.

As the smoke cleared, the Sweeping Monk was seen kneeling on the ground, with a horrifying wound on his lower abdomen.

"Master, you have lost."

Lu Yao looked at the sweeping monk and said calmly.

The Sweeper Monk was slightly weaker than Lu Yao and was ultimately injured.

“Amitabha, benefactor, your martial arts are superb, this humble monk has lost.”

The sweeping monk remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed and admitted defeat.

In fact, the Sweeper Monk still had some strength left; in a life-or-death struggle, the outcome was still uncertain.

However, he certainly wouldn't risk his life to stop Lu Yao.

Lu Yao knew that Grandmasters were not easy to kill, so he didn't make another move.

Since the Sweeper Monk has admitted defeat, his goal has been achieved.

"From this day forward, Shaolin Temple will be closed for fifty years and will never set foot in the martial world again."

The sweeping monk stood up, his wounds gradually disappearing, and gave Lu Yao a deep look.

Although the Sweeper Monk's wounds appeared to have healed, he had only used a secret technique to stabilize the injury; he had not fully recovered.

"Master's insight is profound."

Lu Yao chuckled and said to the sweeping monk with a smile.

The sweeping monk then left without lingering, leading the Shaolin monks away from the area.

Those watching from afar in the martial arts world all wore expressions of shock.

"Shaolin lost, and now it has to close its mountains for fifty years?"

"The Free and Unfettered Sect is aiming to dominate the martial arts world!"

Should we go and surrender to them now?

……

The martial arts community was abuzz with discussion, all realizing that the martial arts world was likely to descend into chaos.

"Congratulations to Master Lu for defeating Shaolin and becoming the number one martial artist in the world."

When Deng Baichuan saw the Sweeper Monk leaving with the Shaolin people, he was overjoyed and quickly led a few people to Lu Yao.

"How is Murong Fu's injury?"

Lu Yao smiled faintly and looked at the distraught Murong Fu behind him.

"Young Master... his martial arts have been crippled."

Deng Baichuan opened his mouth, but ultimately sighed.

Upon hearing Deng Baichuan's words, Murong Fu's face contorted in pain, and he clenched his fists tightly.

"Alas, I never expected that the Shaolin monk to be so ruthless, actually crippling his martial arts."

Lu Yao sighed as he looked at Murong Fu's appearance.

Deng Baichuan and the others looked somewhat nervous, fearing that Lu Yao would end their cooperation and no longer help them restore the Great Yan.

Even Murong Fu disregarded the pain of having his martial arts crippled and stared intently at Lu Yao, his expression extremely tense.

"Rest assured, our cooperation will continue, and Great Yan will surely be restored."

Seeing how nervous the group was, Lu Yao couldn't help but chuckle.

Hearing that Lu Yao would still help them restore the Great Yan, the group breathed a sigh of relief.

"but."

The group, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, were alarmed again when they heard Lu Yao say something more.

“The Great Yan must submit to my Xiaoyao Sect, just like the Western Xia did, instead of cooperating as before.”

Lu Yao looked at Murong Fu and said calmly.

Deng Baichuan and the others were slightly taken aback. They opened their mouths as if to say something, but ultimately did not say anything.

"The Great Yan is willing to respect Master Lu and obey his commands!"

Murong Fu gave a wry smile and then immediately made his choice.

In fact, Murong Fu had no choice, as the Murong clan was no longer capable of contending with Lu Yao.