Chapter 2392 - 2393: Who Are You Calling a Boaster?

Almost instantly, all the monks of Vajra Temple were alarmed.

Countless monks surged out like a tide.

The Four Great Dharma Protector Vajras rushed towards the man from four directions around Vajra Temple.

The leading Dharma Protector Vajra shouted out, his voice like thunder.

"What kind of demon dares to intrude into our Great Snow Mountain Vajra Temple? Are you tired of living?"

The man, formed from thousands of fire crows, snorted disdainfully and struck out with his palm towards the leading Dharma Protector Vajra.

In the center of his palm, countless fiery red crows appeared.

The crows, burning fiercely all over, instantly surrounded the Dharma Protector Vajra.

Yang Fei scanned with his Divine Sense, and immediately inhaled sharply.

These fire crows are the Essence of Departing Fire; the Divine Skills this man has cultivated are extraordinary.

This Dharma Protector Vajra has not reached the Vajra Indestructible Body and cannot withstand his Fire Crow Yang God.

Sure enough, when the Dharma Protector Vajra saw the overwhelming fire crows coming towards him, his expression changed dramatically.

He erected a bright yellow Golden Light Barrier all over, like a swarm of bees; the fire crows instantly enveloped him, impenetrable.

In less than ten seconds, the Dharma Protector Vajra's Golden Light Barrier was melted and deformed, vanishing with a bang.

Amid the Dharma Protector Vajra's screams, countless fire crows turned him into a ball of flames in an instant.

The fire crows pecked at the flames, returning to the man's palm, entering his body, disappearing without a trace.

At this moment, the other three Dharma Protector Vajras stopped their steps, no longer daring to advance.

Many monks stood frozen in place, as if carved from clay and wood.

The doors of the Great Heroic Hall opened, and the Abbot, leading a group of monks, slowly walked out, looking extremely displeased.

Yang Fei chuckled inwardly; this old monk probably hasn't had a proper rest and was startled awake again.

The man's figure was thin, with fiery red hair, as if blazing with fire.

His left arm bore a tattoo of a fire crow, clearly not a righteous person.

Seeing the Abbot, the man grinned mischievously, looking lazily at the Abbot.

"I won't bother with pleasantries. The Door of Creation is about to open. Do you know its location? The timing?"

Seeing him kill a Dharma Protector Vajra with a mere gesture, the Abbot knew this man was ruthless, vastly different from Yang Fei.

He clasped his hands together, bowing to the cultivator.

"Our Great Snow Mountain Vajra Temple has stood for a thousand years, yet we know nothing of the Door of Creation. You killed one of our temple disciples; what is the reason?"

The thin man with fiery hair cackled, looking at the Abbot as if he were a fool.

"I, Red Cloud, have never asked 'why' when killing. Should you insolently query me, I'd reduce you to ashes now if you weren't still useful."

After Red Cloud spoke, he waved his hand, sending dozens of fire crows flying from his palm.

The fire crows whistled as they entered the bodies of thirteen or so monks standing to the left, instantly turning them into fiery balls.

The Abbot was immediately enraged, waving his hand, sending forth a giant pale golden palm towards Red Cloud.

Red Cloud's figure flickered, moving to the Abbot's left.

His left palm was like a steel blade, blazing fiercely, slashing down at the Abbot's left arm.

His speed was ghostly; the Abbot couldn't retract his hand in time, but with a thought, a thick Golden Light bearing countless runes protected his entire body.

Bang!

Amidst the strange sound, Red Cloud's palm shattered the Buddha Light Barrier on the Abbot's body, and his arm neatly separated from his body.

The Abbot screamed in pain, retreating as five or six Vajra Temple disciples supported him, each one shouting in alarm.

"Abbot, are you alright?"

The wound on the Abbot's arm blazed fiercely, spreading rapidly towards his shoulder and beyond.

At this speed, it wouldn't take a minute for the Abbot to be engulfed by the flames and turned into charcoal.

This Golden Body of the Abbot had been diligently cultivated for hundreds of years, ten times tougher than an Alloy Steel Plate,

yet he hadn't expected it to withstand Red Cloud Taoist's palm strike.

For a moment, he was in excruciating pain, his face contorted, filled with fear.

Red Cloud stood facing the Abbot, his expression vicious, looking at the Abbot.

"As long as you reveal the time and place of the Door of Creation, I'll spare your life and that of all the Vajra Temple monks."

"Otherwise, after today, there will be no Vajra Temple."

In that moment, the Abbot employed over a dozen Buddhist Demon-Dispelling Heart Methods yet couldn't expel the Essence of Departing Fire burning on his arm, a sense of utter despair filling his heart.

Just then, a sword light as bright as lightning descended from the void, like a rainbow, directly landing in front of the Great Heroic Hall.

Swoosh!

The brilliant sword light flashed by, extinguishing the bright yellow flames on the Abbot's arm.

A handsome noble stood with his hands behind his back in front of the Abbot.

No hint of Sword Intent was visible in his hand or body, as he gently waved a white folding fan in front of his chest.

The noble's lips parted, his voice smooth and melodious like a bamboo flute.

"Old Abbot, I advise you to speak up. The secrets of the Door of Creation cannot be concealed. The Qilin Holy Land is far beyond what your Vajra Temple can aspire to."

Inside the secret chamber, Yang Fei was taken aback and murmured.

"What Qilin Holy Land? This Pretty Boy seems to know quite a lot."

The Abbot clasped his severed arm, his face pale.

Neither Yang Fei nor Red Cloud, nor the noble before him were opponents the Abbot could contend with.

However, the Abbot held onto another hope in his heart and shook his head.

"Although our Vajra Temple has been established here for a thousand years, we haven't heard of the tale of the Door of Creation. You gentlemen may have indeed found the wrong place."

The noble shook his white folding fan and sighed, a look of regret appearing on his face, as flawless as porcelain.

"If that's the case, I cannot assist you any further."

The thin man Red Cloud, who had his Essence of Departing Fire extinguished by the young noble's sword strike, had been holding back a belly full of anger.

His Essence of Departing Fire was cultivated from Solar True Fire, although not as mighty as Samadhi Fire, it was indeed a Strange Fire.

Any ordinary cultivator, once touched, finds it like maggots in the bone, burning them to charcoal without mercy.

Red Cloud glared viciously at the young noble, turning to look at the Abbot, his expression filled with malice.

"I urge you to tell me everything you know, or these countless fire crows will prove more unbearable than hellfire."

Just then, a tender girl's voice entered everyone's ears.

"Grandpa, someone says his swarm of dirty crows is mightier than your Nether Fierce Fire, but I don't believe him."

This voice was extremely abrupt, shocking everyone.

In the courtyard, unbeknownst to anyone, an elder and a child appeared.

The old man wore a yellow long coat, his face full of wrinkles, with a head of silver hair, while the young one was a seven or eight-year-old girl.

The girl was adorably beautiful, her neck adorned with a silver choker, dressed in red clothes and skirt, vibrant like a painting amidst the snow.

The old man gently coughed twice, speaking to the girl.

"You're too young to understand the ways of the world. If someone brags, just let them brag."

"The less capable a person is, the more they love to boast. If you expose them directly, where will they hide their face?"

Fire Cloud Taoist's expression changed dramatically, a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Old codger, who are you calling a braggart?"