Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Three Fists

“Lu Ye, Fellow Daoist! Lu Ye, Fellow Daoist!”

Shouts echoed through the air.

Lu Ye glanced at him but didn’t stop his stride.

“Fellow Daoist Lu, we at Ming Fo Temple know we’ve offended you, but the one who made the decision was our former abbot Fa Hui. We have captured Fa Hui, just waiting for you to come and pass judgment!”

“Fellow Daoist Lu, Ming Fo Temple is willing to do everything in our power to compensate for your losses. Whatever we have, just ask, and we will definitely fulfill your request!”

“Fellow Daoist Lu! Fellow Daoist Lu! Please stop! I can represent the entire Ming Fo Temple! As long as we cease hostilities, we will agree to anything!”

Lu Ye ignored him.

He continued to approach Ming Fo Temple.

Inside the temple, all the monks were drenched in cold sweat, feeling exceptionally tense.

It was a matter of life and death now.

Fa Hui had already been brought out.

At this moment, Fa Hui had come to terms with everything, palms together, silent.

One wrong step, and it all spiraled out of control.

There was no turning back now.

Just death awaited him.

“Abbot, he’s not even acknowledging us. What do we do?”

The monks were looking anxious, some already drenched in sweat.

After waiting for eighty years for this moment, it was hard for them not to be nervous.

Fa Ming’s expression was also extremely grave.

“Amitabha, don’t panic!”

“Abbot, should we contact the upper realms again?”

“No panic!”

“Abbot, I see he came alone. How about we take action? He clearly doesn’t plan to let us go!”

“Shut up!”

Fa Ming shouted loudly.

“Do nothing, just wait here. We have shown our utmost sincerity. If he insists on killing us, then it’s just death for us. But if there’s a sliver of hope for survival, we cannot act rashly!”

“Wait! Everyone, wait for my orders!”

Fa Ming was under immense pressure; he didn’t want to die!

He just wanted to live!

What had he done wrong?

It was all because of Fa Hui. He had never supported attacking Lu Ye, as Lu Ye had already been exposed as a Celestial Lord.

If Lu Ye had been an Emperor, they might have stood a chance.

But he was a Celestial Lord!

A Great Emperor was astonishing enough, but a Celestial Lord was an existence unattainable even for Emperors. Were they capable of provoking such a being?

Unfortunately, they had!

And it wasn’t lightly!

Lu Ye flew up from the First Heaven, layer upon layer, while other factions chased him down without causing him any real loss, and he wiped them all out.

Now, Ming Fo Temple was the first faction to take action against Lu Ye’s associates and even kill one.

In this situation, would Lu Ye really let them off?

Unlikely!

Very unlikely!

But even if there was a tiny glimmer of hope, he didn’t want to give up.

Lu Ye’s massive form loomed large.

The pressure, like a heavenly force, left the monks of Ming Fo Temple holding their breath.

“Amitabha, Fellow Daoist Lu!”

Fa Ming shouted.

Lu Ye’s figure halted. At that moment, he had to lower his head just to look at Ming Fo Temple, perched atop eighty-one massive stars.

“Speak!”

Lu Ye addressed tersely.

“This is my senior brother, the former abbot Fa Hui. You must have some impression of him; he was the one who advocated for the attack against you. The unfortunate ones who died at Heavenly Gate were also at his hands. This poor monk hands him over for your judgment. What say you?”

Lu Ye stared at Fa Hui.

Indeed, it was the one who had released the Heart Method.

But…

“No.”

Fa Ming took a deep breath.

“This is all the wealth our Ming Fo Temple has accumulated over seventeen thousand years, invaluable. Although it’s not comparable to the Endless Secret Vault, its total worth won’t be less than one billion Spirit Stones. We offer it up, hoping for a way out for the monks of Ming Fo Temple. Is that acceptable?”

“No.”

Fa Ming…

He fell silent for a few seconds.

“This is a treasure handed down from the Sixth Heaven, all high-grade items, worth no less than one hundred thousand Origin Stones. The Bodhisattvas of the Sixth Heaven express their deep apologies to you, Fellow Daoist. Would this be acceptable?”

Fa Ming was anxious.

This was already their final offer.

What if Lu Ye rejected it again? What would they do then?

Just wait for death?

Or take a desperate gamble?

Lu Ye remained largely unfazed, his mouth uttering two more words.

“Not acceptable.”

In an instant, a multitude of monks’ faces turned pale.

Not acceptable?

Was he really going for total annihilation?

Fa Ming inhaled deeply, steadying his slightly trembling body.

“What will make it acceptable? As long as you specify, Ming Fo Temple will do everything possible to meet your requests!”

Lu Ye considered for a moment, then came up with an answer.

“Hand over all your treasures.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Fa Ming hurriedly sent the treasures flying over.

Lu Ye caught two strings of prayer beads—storage treasures.

“Bring out Fa Hui!”

Bound Fa Hui flew toward Lu Ye.

Lu Ye wasn’t one to waste words. A bit of sword light shot out, and the Stone Sword returned stained with blood.

The Emperor’s Banner subsequently reaped the soul.

Lu Ye felt a bit of his anger dissipate.

He looked at Ming Fo Temple.

“I will give you a chance to survive.”

The crowd from Ming Fo Temple immediately erupted in joy.

“Three Fists!”

“I will give you fifteen minutes. During this time, you can arrange any formations or find external assistance, but you cannot leave the boundaries of Ming Fo Temple. You just need to withstand my three punches, and I will let you go!”

Lu Ye said calmly.

This requirement was quite lenient.

Ming Fo Temple could even set up formations; they just needed to withstand three punches from Lu Ye.

There was hope!

Lu Ye was indeed showing leniency; how wonderful!

“Alright, thank you, Fellow Daoist! Your benevolence today will be remembered by Ming Fo Temple!”

Lu Ye smiled slightly.

He wasn’t showing leniency.

He only wanted to test the results of his recent seclusion and see how strong his attacks had become.

Soon, the walls of Ming Fo Temple were abuzz with frantic activity.

Formation after formation was activated.

All were defensive formations.

The eighty-one worlds below radiated with a massive amount of golden light, converging upon Ming Fo Temple, the power of faith.

Fifteen minutes quickly passed.

Ming Fo Temple faded from sight, leaving only a massive golden sphere that was so thick you couldn’t see what lay within.

Lu Ye raised his fist!

The Heavenly Silkworm Nine Transformations activated!

At that moment, countless stars dimmed by three degrees.

A torrent of True Essence surged forth, summoning the tremendous power of the heavens and earth, the might of the stars.

A frenzy whipped through the starry sky.

First punch!

“Boom!”

The enormous fist crashed down onto the golden sphere, causing all eighty-one stars beneath to collapse.

However, the golden sphere merely trembled, unharmed.

The crowd from Ming Fo Temple sighed in relief.

Then, Lu Ye’s arms suddenly bulged; a terrifying fist intent swirled around his fists.

The second punch crashed forward.

“Boom!”

A tremendous roar echoed across countless star domains.

The golden ball suddenly dimmed significantly.

Next came the third punch.

Lu Ye let out an enraged roar.

“Celestial Lord Fist!”