Chapter 127: The Lion’s Roar of Buddhism

The Zhenlong Chess Game demanded immense effort and time; players had ample time for each move. Even if they took a break for hours, Master Xuan Kong wouldn’t mind. If they logged off during the game, it would only show them sitting at the table, allowing them to resume once back online.
In Master Xuan Kong’s room, no one could disturb them!
From the start, Kai Xin had intended to use this unique setting to buy time, using the imperial tributes to evade the emperor’s birthday celebrations. Now, unsure of winning through the Zhenlong Chess Game, he could only keep helping Bai Hu survive while delaying his own defeat as much as possible.
Kai Xin spent nearly half a day battling in the Zhenlong Chess Game. Unaware of it, outside the temple, day had already broken, with chaos and violence reigning supreme!
Hundreds of people from various factions or self-formed teams, clearly marked by their flags, surrounded the dilapidated temple. Twenty meters away from it, no less than a hundred corpses lay scattered…
Monk Zhi Heng stood like a towering mountain guarding the temple’s entrance, hands clasped together. As countless arrows and hidden weapons rained down, he moved with ghostly agility, ensuring all projectiles missed their target.
“Get lost!”
The moment he sensed anyone trying to approach the temple, no matter where they were, he would instantly transform from an immovable Arhat into a ruthless Mingwang, killing any intruder with a single move.
“The Hundred-Step Divine Fist!”
A hundred meters away from the temple, a group of men in plain white robes stood calmly, holding swords. After observing for a while, they all grew solemn. One of them said, “It’s a supreme martial art from the Profound Realm, with terrifying lethality. Its power contains the mysticism of striking targets from afar. Unless one has excellent protective skills and gear, no one can withstand a single strike.” He paused, his gaze toward Monk Zhi Heng turning complex. “Moreover, the range of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist varies depending on one’s realm. At its peak, it can easily take a life within a hundred steps.”
Hearing this, the people around him gasped in awe.
Judging from how easily Monk Zhi Heng had taken away the players behind the temple, even if his mastery of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist wasn’t at its absolute peak, it was likely very close.
“I wonder which kid is so lucky—not only did he steal the tributes, but he also triggered the temple’s quest and gained the protection of NPCs…”
Looking at the glowing red dots on their maps, many players sighed softly.

“It’s said a long time has passed. From what I see, this kid must know we’re outside and is deliberately staying inside, planning to wait until the Emperor’s birthday to leave.”
“…Once time passes, even if we kill him, it will be impossible to get the tribute again.” As they spoke, the group turned their attention back to Monk Zhiheng in front of the temple!
If it weren’t for Monk Zhiheng having established an unshakable image through his strength, the group would likely have rushed in right away!
Another group not far away also gradually shifted from frustration to indifference and sighs of luck due to the stalemate.
They were among the first gangs to learn that there was still a tribute hidden in the small temple on Songshan.
With fewer members, they initially didn’t believe such good fortune could await them when they heard the news. They even foolishly spread the information to various gangs outside Shaolin Temple, leading to bloody battles over the treasure box.
As a result!
Some of these people, already suffering greatly and in need of an excuse to leave, didn’t hesitate to lead their men into the mountains upon hearing the news…
Meanwhile, the strongest gangs remained at their positions, fighting fiercely up the steps outside Shaolin Temple, doing everything possible to claim the treasure box at the last moment, risking their lives in the struggle!
The other group soon discovered that the news about the tribute hidden in the small temple on Songshan was true!
Those who had given up competing for the tribute regained even greater passion and fighting spirit. Except for a few gangs whose strength was severely depleted, most gathered their forces, desperately trying to invade the temple while vying for control of this unexpected discovery.
From their initial reckless attempts to invade to continuously dumping corpses outside the temple, their actions gradually calmed down.
In just half a day, at least two hundred players lost their lives outside the temple, becoming souls under Monk Zhiheng’s control…
Now!
Large numbers of archers from over a dozen gangs surrounded the temple. Despite their best efforts, they still couldn’t pose a threat to Monk Zhiheng or even shake him in the slightest.
Some people became disheartened!
But more were unwilling to give up…
“There’s still a way to break through here. After all, there’s only one monk…”
A Taoist priest wearing a tall hat stepped forward and suggested, “Let’s send our men together! Once we trap that monk, the rest can rush into the temple. Whoever gets it first can take the treasure box out and we can decide who’s better! What do you think?”
This proposal was quickly agreed upon by the leaders of the various gangs.
…
Chaos reigned in the temple!

Dozens of members from various gangs formed a commando team, armed with swords and knives, at full combat readiness. They carefully formed a defensive formation and approached Zhi Heng.

“……”

Zhi Heng seemed to sense an even more oppressive and dangerous aura coming from all directions. Before they could get too close, beneath his cold scarred face, his expression remained calm, but a cold, emotionless intensity flashed across it.

With that cold murderous gaze and his imposing presence, reminiscent of a king, an invisible pressure surged outward, pressing down on the players around him!

That single look instantly ignited the players.

Their hearts trembled. “Charge!” “Go!” They roared, boosting their own courage as they bravely leaped forward toward Zhi Heng.

Over a hundred players at the Creation Realm level attacked simultaneously, creating a massive and astonishing force!

Soon, Zhi Heng and the monk realized the crisis as the players closed in…

Two hands cannot fight four palms. Now, he was facing hundreds of fists and feet. No matter how fast he was, it would be difficult to kill or drive them all back in such a short time…

In the blink of an eye, Zhi Heng was completely overwhelmed by the coordinated attacks of the players, trapped in a tight encirclement with no way to break through.

“It’s time!”

“Charge!!!”

The people on the periphery’s eyes gleamed. Many, without waiting for orders, immediately leaped up and rushed toward the temple’s earthen walls at top speed.

“Tap tap tap tap…” Whoosh! Whoosh!

Moving like birds over grass and water, advancing swiftly—each school’s light-footwork skills became their greatest advantage at this moment. Amidst countless sounds of breaking air, the situation outside the temple became even more chaotic.

Hundreds of people were racing frantically.

Those who were fast were now less than ten meters away from the wall…

It seemed the temple was about to be invaded by countless players.

Suddenly, a roar that shook the mountains and forests erupted from among the crowd surrounded by hundreds of players!

“ROAR!!!”

The powerful lion’s roar created visible yellow ripples in the air. The hundreds of players around them were hit like a wall of iron, spraying blood as they flew backward, revealing Zhi Heng, the monk, filled with murderous intent, roaring like a lion.

“Roar! Roar! Roar!”

Waves of lion’s roar swept across the ground, lifting leaves and dust, even corpses, spreading at incredible speed.

Those near the temple were struck like by lightning before they could reach the wall. Their internal energy failed, and they fell to the ground like birds shot from the sky.

Ignoring the players who were rolling on the ground, severely damaged by the sound waves, the furious Monk Zhiheng spread his arms wide, roaring like a lion. Intense sound waves repeatedly swept across the area outside the temple, with no sign of stopping…