The moonless night was accompanied by strong winds.

On White Cliff Mountain, insects and birds screeched.

Lin Heng stepped out of the Daoist Temple, arms folded, his long Daoist robe fluttering in the wind. Despite being just a young Daoist in his early twenties, he exuded an aura of ethereal grace.

On the other hand, the midnight visitor Du'e, a Zen Master of the Elder rank from the Great Brightness Temple and an Enlightened Monk in the eyes of the world, was devoid of the usual compassionate demeanor. Instead, his gloomy expression carried a chilling ferocity.

Their contrasting personalities were evident.

Yet, only Kong Xing took notice of it.

Lin Heng's chastisement during the day made Kong Xing hold a grudge.

Thus, he hurriedly came at night, eager to see firsthand how Zen Master Du'e would dismember this insolent Daoist.

"I thought you would flee overnight, but I didn't expect you to have some backbone."

Du'e advanced slowly, not rushing to strike. His cold gaze fixed on Lin Heng, his tone laced with sarcasm.

To this, Lin Heng retorted calmly:

"I thought the great master would be broad-minded enough not to dwell on a mere ideological conflict. Now I see, I overestimated you, Zen Master of Guangming Temple."

"Oh?" Du'e sneered, "So, are you afraid now?"

Lin Heng paused, a hint of amusement flickering across his face.

Du'e's eyes turned cold: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, just finding you quite amusing," Lin Heng replied indifferently and with composure.

This composed demeanor was, to Du'e, undoubtedly a form of mockery.

Du'e said solemnly, "I know you have some skills. At your age, being able to consecutively slay Innate Great Demons is commendable."

"But I must tell you, there are always people better than oneself, and realms beyond this world!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Du'e's bright yellow monk robe suddenly billowed without wind.

His aura surged rapidly, and the traits of old age seemed entirely absent from him.

What he now exhibited was the might of a ferocious tiger!

Yet, Lin Heng's expression remained calm, not only uncaring but also offering a faint reminder.

"Master, have you thought this through?"

"If we really fall out, your end won't be better than those demons."

Ever since Lin Heng set foot on the path of cultivation, he had never killed anyone within the cultivator community.

But that didn't mean he couldn't!

"Ha? Haha... Hahaha?"

Faced with Lin Heng's threatening reminder, Du'e couldn't help but laugh in anger.

"I must admit, you're truly arrogant."

"In my entire life, I've never been threatened by a young cultivator."

"You're the first!"

At this point, Du'e's eyes narrowed with a cold gleam.

"And you'll be the last!"

Hearing this, Lin Heng nodded with a smile.

"Indeed, I should be the last one."

Saying so, Lin Heng suddenly vanished. With the acceleration of the Near and Far technique, he appeared in front of Du'e almost in the blink of an eye.

Then, with great disdain, he slapped Du'e, who was about to continue his rant.

The slap came too abruptly.

It was so sudden that Du'e couldn't even finish his words before being slapped hard.

Du'e was dumbfounded, and then furious, seemingly about to say something.

Lin Heng, however, struck him again with a Palm Thunder: "Why so much nonsense? I need to sleep!"

The warning had already been given.

Since the other party refused to leave, it was time to fight.

Lin Heng's character was always decisive and he despised the excessive talk before battle.

This strike with the Palm Thunder was direct, and although Du'e hurriedly blocked it, he was still blasted back several steps, his arms numbed.

"Ah!!!"

Du'e was utterly enraged, his eyes almost spitting fire.

Before he could finish his speech, the other side had already made a move. Such audacity was beyond shameless.

But if one talks of shameless sneak attacks, as a Zen Master of the Great Brightness Temple, he didn't care.

Yet to be slapped so disgracefully!

This kind of humiliation was intolerable.

"Brat, tonight I swear to dismember you!!"

Du'e roared, his entire body shrouded in the radiance of Buddha Light, forming a halo that enveloped him.

This was the Little Ming King Skill of the Buddhist Sect, a lower version of the Unmoving Bright King.

Fa Ling also mastered this technique.

But compared to Du'e's Perfection Level Little Ming King Skill, it was incomparable.

Enveloped by the Buddha Light, Du'e no longer worried about a sneak attack from the opponent. His battle intent surged, and he provocatively shouted:

"Come, I've heard you possess the Daoist Sect's Golden Light Spell."

"Today, I'll see just what's so special about this Golden Light Spell!"

His words barely fell when he charged like an arrow from the bowstring toward Lin Heng, with the brilliance of a meteor.

The Little Ming King Skill was an absolute physical cultivation technique, intent on directly pummeling the opponent to death!

"So you want to play with halos?"

"Fine, let's see the Golden Light Spell!"

Unconcerned about Du'e's Buddha Light protection, Lin Heng inwardly chanted, and Supreme Golden Light erupted from within, engulfing his entire body.

By then, Du'e was already upon him, carrying the force of a shooting star, his punch causing the air to explode with sound.

"Finish him off!"

Kong Xing watched from a distance, his fists clenched, eyes filled with fierce anticipation.

The next moment, he witnessed the shining golden Daoist, using an equally formidable punch, collide head-on with Du'e!

With a bang!

Centered on the pair's fists, the golden light rippled like a tranquil lake struck, spreading hundreds of meters instantly.

The two old pines outside the Daoist Temple were sheared in half on the spot.

Then, Du'e's face rapidly flushed crimson, and shock swiftly filled his eyes.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.