Chapter 105: The Punishment of White Ape

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: The Punishment of White ApeThe White Ape darted left and right, reaping the lives of disciples from the four major sects as if entering an uninhabited territory, not even sparing the Shaolin Temple disciples who had retreated to one side. Those Shaolin disciples were also unlucky. With their leader Yuan Ci dead, they were like a dragon without a head. They had intended to withdraw from the battle, but unexpectedly, the White Ape charged into their midst and began a killing spree. Without the protection of a Profound Level Martial Artist, the dozen or so Shaolin disciples were no match for the White Ape. Under its attack, they had no chance to defend, let alone escape. In the blink of an eye, the dozen Shaolin disciples were slaughtered in despair. The disciples of the other three sects didn’t even have time to come to their aid. By now, half of the hundred or so disciples from the four major sects had either died or were injured at the hands of the White Ape. Of course, the desperate counterattack of the Shaolin disciples before their death also added several wounds to the White Ape, one of which was bleeding profusely, suggesting it was quite serious. The White Ape’s entire body, once covered with white fur, was now dyed red with blood. Combined with the ruthless and ferocious aura it exuded, it resembled a god of slaughter. "Everyone, this white-haired beast is powerful and vicious. Do not confront it directly. Try to move around and tangle with it. It is already injured. Before long, if it bleeds too much, it will defeat itself without us fighting," Wen Xiangrong, a Profound Level Martial Artist from Misty Rain Tower, shouted loudly. So the remaining dozens of disciples from the three sects surrounded the White Ape tightly and began to tangle with it, hoping to wear it down by delaying time. The White Ape wasn’t a fool. While the disciples of the three sects wanted to delay, it sought a quick resolution. When the disciples of the three sects surrounded it without attacking, it took the opportunity to launch its own attacks. Although the Shaolin disciples had been completely wiped out, there were still three Profound Level Martial Artists and more than a dozen Yellow Level High Rank Martial Artists at the scene. No matter who the White Ape targeted, they would join forces to repel it. To avoid the complete annihilation suffered by the Shaolin disciples, the remaining disciples of the three sects united as one with unprecedented solidarity. It was not so easy for the White Ape to pick them off one by one as it had done before. Indeed, the strategy of hit-and-run fighting against the White Ape proved to be effective. The White Ape, eager to kill the disciples of the three sects, moved its huge body frequently and rapidly, quickly depleting its True Yuan and leaving it no chance to stop bleeding and heal. Its combat strength grew weaker and weaker. "Now!" Bian Xiqi of Myriad Medicine Valley seized a weakness exposed by the White Ape and flung his Bronze Medicine Pestle like a hidden weapon, smashing it heavily into the back of the White Ape with a muffled "thud." The White Ape spat out a thread of blood from the corner of its mouth and let out an angry roar to the sky, its eyes filled with blood staring fiercely at Bian Xiqi and launching an attack on him as if it had no regard for its own life. With the sudden increase in pressure, Bian Xiqi retreated continuously in great shock. The White Ape, shadowing him closely, swung its arms crisscrossed, its sharp fingertips slicing through Bian Xiqi’s clothes and leaving a series of bloody marks on his chest and abdomen. If the White Ape were a bit faster, or if Bian Xiqi retreated any slower, there was a real danger of being disemboweled. As the White Ape attacked Bian Xiqi, it also exposed a large flaw in its own defenses. Searᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Wen Xiangrong of Misty Rain Tower brandished the folding fan in his hand vigorously, and three steel fan ribs, glittering with a cold light, shot out and embedded deeply in the White Ape’s back. Taoist Qingxuan of Qingcheng Temple swung his long sword, slicing downward and leaving a foot-long cut on the back of the White Ape. The White Ape’s back suffered two heavy blows, and blood immediately gushed forth. Perhaps stimulated by the wounds on its back, the White Ape suddenly quickened its leap forward, its pair of massive palms penetrating Bian Xiqi’s chest like a pair of steel forks. Howl— In the midst of the White Ape’s furious roar, its malevolence erupted as the giant palms that had penetrated Bian Xiqi’s chest tore violently to either side. Bian Xiqi let out a scream of agony as his body was ripped apart from the middle, instantly blood rained down from the sky, and his organs splattered all over the ground. "Uncle Master!" Seeing Bian Xiqi die so horribly, Ghost Hand, who had retreated to one side with injuries, had his eyes shoot red with rage and roared, "You beast, I’ll fight you to the death!" He sprang toward the White Ape, and before his body even arrived, his hands were already flinging out, sending several dozen glinting silver needles streaking through the air. He always carried hundreds of silver needles for self-defense, but now, to avenge Bian Xiqi, he shot them all out at once. Dozens of silver needles, dense as rain, covered the White Ape’s dozens of large and small acupoints. If it had been during the White Ape’s peak strength, these silver needles would have posed no threat. However, with the Ghost Hand attacking in rage and the White Ape’s True Yuan greatly depleted, its strength was less than a third of what it usually was. Although most of the needles were deflected by the White Ape’s palms, a few still sank deep into its flesh and acupoints. The White Ape felt half of its body go numb, its True Yuan circulation was hindered, and its movement speed considerably restricted. Meanwhile, Qingcheng Temple’s Taoist Qingxuan stealthily approached from the side and swung his long sword, severing one of the White Ape’s arms, which fell to the ground. Having lost an arm, the White Ape’s combat power halved again. It seemed to know it was no longer capable of defending itself, so it abandoned attacking the Ghost Hand and attempted to flee the valley. "You beast, after killing so many of us, you think you can escape?" Wen Xiangrong from Misty Rain Tower suddenly flung his right hand outwards, transforming the folding fan in his hand into a flying weapon that whizzed out, violently striking the White Ape at the back of its heart. The White Ape felt as though its back had been struck by a massive weight, darkness encroached its vision, and a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out. This consecutive injury further reduced the White Ape’s combat power, and its movements became staggered. Disciples from the four great sects, numbering over a hundred, had been killed or injured by the White Ape, each sect suffering heavy losses. Those still alive harbored deep hatred toward this white-furred beast, not inclined to let it escape. Several dozen people caught up with the White Ape, surrounded it in the middle, and launched a relentless assault using fists, long swords, and hidden weapons, giving the White Ape no opportunity to rest. The White Ape quickly received several more serious injuries on its body. Seeing no chance of escape, it summoned its residual strength for a final stand. In its last bout of frenzy, it took the lives of seven disciples from the four major sects, including Taoist Dongxuan from Qingcheng Temple. Seeing his nephew fall, Taoist Qingxu furiously grabbed a long sword from a nearby Qingcheng disciple. With the move "Flying Dragon in the Sky," he soared into the air and then inverted his figure with "Dragon Diving into the Abyss," pointing the tip of the sword downward from above his head and plunging it into the top of the White Ape’s head. Taoist Qingxu’s sword strike emphatically demonstrated the essentials of speed, accuracy, and ferocity; the blade, upon entering the White Ape’s skull, buried halfway into it. The White Ape, towering over two meters tall, shuddered violently as if struck by lightning. Then, it slowly collapsed, stirring up a large cloud of dust. With the White Ape defeated, all the martial artists present breathed a sigh of relief, and some couldn’t help but cheer loudly.