Xiahou Qin's expression froze, suddenly turning his head to look at Yan Xin opposite him.

Not only him, but the remaining over five hundred Cold Resistance Level members of Jiangxia were also stunned.

Unlike before when he commanded the army to shoot arrows, Yan Xin's face now showed not a trace of fierceness, his demeanor had become calm and peaceful, as he watched the fire spread among the dozen wooden houses and heard the screams of Earth-digging Realm within, his pupils even showed a hint of compassion.

"As I just said, the chief evil of the Nine Towns is Jiangxia. Although Jinbi Village is under Jiangxia's jurisdiction, these Earth-digging Realm individuals are innocent. Our temple is different from the Nine Towns, my master cherishes life, how dare we senselessly kill."

At this moment, everyone fell silent, so Yan Xin's words were heard clearly by almost everyone, whether they were the soldiers of the Qinghepu army or the more than thirty thousand Earth-digging Realm trapped in the wooden houses and fighting the fire on the Jinbi Village side.

"The chief was correct; those who do wrong in the Nine Towns are the upper echelons. These Earth-digging Realm folks, like us, are merely humble people striving to survive. Why should we drive them to extinction?"

"Dajue Temple is committed to guiding us towards goodness, we must not senselessly commit murder, tarnishing our master's reputation. Spare these Earth-digging Realm, only eliminate the chief evil!"

"The chief was right, only eliminate the chief evil."

.........

The soldiers of Qinghepu's army began to shout in agreement with Yan Xin's words, without the need for those Zen Temple Stewards in the front row to speak, everyone's attention shifted to the area in front of the main building, at Xiahou Qin and the over five hundred Cold Resistance Level members.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh......

They simultaneously switched targets, shooting the remaining Iron Arrows directly at Xiahou Qin and the five hundred others.

"Dajue Temple, evil at heart!"

Xiahou Qin swung his Big Saber, cutting down all incoming Iron Arrows, then looked up at Yan Xin of the Qinghepu army front row, his expression heavy.

The behind dozen wooden houses' Earth-digging Realm had gradually put out the fire.

The problem is, after extinguishing the fire, not a single one of them shot arrows at the Qinghepu army.

Xiahou Qin knew well what this implied.

He understood these people, after all, it was for survival, and the more than thirty thousand Earth-digging Realm stationed there tonight came from Jinbi, Dragon River, and Hongguan, these three village-level camps, they could at most be considered as people under Jiangxia Town's rule, but not truly Jiangxia Town folks, making such choices under the threat of death was not surprising.

What truly weighed on his heart was the meaning behind Yan Xin's actions, Dajue Temple didn't come seeking revenge by killing, they truly came for Jiangxia Town's territory.

"Fortunately, I withdrew all the ordinary people and Logging Realm from Jinbi Village to Dragon River Village in advance, otherwise these..."

Clang......

While Xiahou Qin's thoughts were racing, a Red Zen Stick suddenly slashed toward him from overhead, the force of the Zen Stick drawing a red arc, stirring the surrounding air, the momentum incredibly terrifying.

His attention was always on Yan Xin, so when the Zen Stick attacked, he immediately sensed it, raised his saber diagonally, and swiftly dodged to the side.

Boom......

Having faced Yan Xin once before, he knew clearly that he couldn't take this blow from the opponent's more than fifty strength level, which led him to sidestep.

He underestimated Yan Xin's capability.

Seeing the Zen Stick avoided, Yan Xin smirked coldly, slightly retracting his left leg, then suddenly extending it forward, kicking fiercely at Xiahou Qin's waist.

Whish......

Over fifty strength level, meaning any body movement was practically thunderous.

Bang!

Xiahou Qin's more than thirty strength level was far inferior, despite having predicted Yan Xin's move, crouched, and dodged, and placed the saber to block his waist, he ultimately couldn't successfully defend, getting kicked away along with his saber for over ten meters.

Spurt!

After landing, Xiahou Qin quickly flipped over and used the saber to support his body, coughing up a mouthful of reverse blood, looking up at Yan Xin with caution in his eyes.

Whoosh......

Yan Xin was about to continue his advance when three Silver Sharp Arrows suddenly shot at his face from the left side, he quickly raised his hand grabbing all three, turning his head to see the trio of Cold Resistance Level archers a hundred meters to the west, his gaze chilling.

"Stubborn, seeking death!"

He spat lowly and in an instant, threw the arrows fiercely back towards them.

Thunk... Thunk......

Fifty strength level against ordinary Cold Resistance Level, a sheer trample, the three arrows Yan Xin threw precisely penetrated their brows, the horrible force nailing them to the wall.

"Retreat, all retreat!"

Xiahou Qin didn't even look at the tragic state of the three, immediately shouting for retreat.

Yan Xin selecting him at that moment, the three hundred Cold Resistance Level from Dajue Temple had charged up, his side though having larger numbers, had already lost quite a few holding back the rain of arrows helping those in the wooden houses, plus they bore the second round of Qinghepu army's shooting, now remaining only slightly over four hundred.

When it comes to Cold Resistance Level, numbers indeed were superior.

But the capability?

Disregarding the three Yan Xin had casually slain, he surveyed the battlefield, seeing twenty shaved-headed official bhikkhus dressed similarly to Yan Xin, slaughtering those from their side.

Those shaved-headed official bhikkhus had strength absolutely over twenty, even a few comparable to himself.

The capability gap was truly vast!

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