Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 112 - 92: Daoist Priest Fan’s "Heroism" and "Righteousness"? Sinister Shadows Attack!! (Please Subscribe) _1
"This..." The monk felt a slight pain in his earlobe, watching aghast as the black-robed person fell backward.
He broke out in a cold sweat from the fright.
He didn’t know what that tiny object was that had penetrated the black-robed person’s head, but he knew that if his own head had been shifted slightly...
Perhaps the one with a pierced head wouldn’t have been that Black Robed Heretic, but him, Monk Zhi Kong!
With his eyebrows tightly furrowed, Monk Zhi Kong knew that the Black Robed Heretic was beyond saving.
His brain was probably turned to mush.
He turned around hastily.
And saw that behind him, not far away, two men and an ox had appeared at some point.
Although the methods of help from the others were a bit rough, Monk Zhi Kong still put the Nine Rings Broadsword aside. He then brought his palms together, recited a Buddhist chant, and expressed his thanks, "Amitabha, this humble monk Zhi Kong inadvertently encountered a Black Robed Heretic lying in ambush. His sorcery was powerful, and I was unable to subdue him momentarily."
"Thank you both for lending a hand!"
Then.
Monk Zhi Kong with worry outlined on his face said, "During the fight against the Black Robed Heretic, he inadvertently revealed that he has accomplices nearby. Although I am weak alone, I have no desire to retreat at this time."
"I don’t know... how many Donors who are attending the City God’s birthday celebration today will fall victim to those heretics’ attacks. They must have premeditated their actions, and I am determined to assist these Donors."
"I wonder if you two would join me in rescuing other Donors from their perilous situation?"
"If you do not wish to, I can understand..."
"Ah?"
"Donor?!"
Before Monk Zhi Kong could finish speaking, he saw the two Donors in the distance walking towards another direction.
That appearance... looked as if they were searching for something.
Wait!
Could it be that those two Donors have found traces of other Black Robed Heretics? Were they already searching for those Black Robed Heretics?
After this thought crossed his mind.
A look of embarrassment appeared on the face of Monk Zhi Kong, who always seemed troubled.
Of course!
If those two Donors could come to assist him, that meant their objective was to save others from peril. Why would a little monk like him need to invite them?!
Oh!
He was muddled!
"Amitabha." Monk Zhi Kong intoned a Buddhist chant, then casually took out a packet of medicine powder from his pocket and applied it to some of the more severe wounds on his body.
Then he picked up the Nine Rings Broadsword and hurriedly followed, "Donors!"
"Please wait for this humble monk!"
"Although my mastery of Buddhist teachings is shallow, and I am weak, I wish to offer whatever assistance I can to you both!"
Then.
All Black Robed Heretics within a radius of several miles met with their doom.
The main reason.
Naturally, it was because Fan Wu wanted to harvest Attribute Points.
Adhering to the saying "every little bit adds up," Fan Wu made use of his astonishingly keen five senses on the journey to detect whenever something in some place was amiss.
He would head over there.
Afterward.
There would be a Black Robed Heretic, who was a follower of the Witch Immortal, receiving from Fan Wu a one-way ticket to the underworld. He accumulated them this way, one after another, amounting to a decent sum of Free Attribute Points.
[You have successfully slain "Witch Immortal Follower C," congratulations! You’ve gained Free Attribute Points: 0.01!]
[You have successfully slain "Witch Immortal Senior Follower," congratulations! You’ve gained Free Attribute Points: 0.15!]
[You have successfully slain...]
[You...]
[...]
There were actually more than twenty notifications of kills from the point system, meaning that Fan Wu had wiped out the entire group, catching over twenty Witch Immortal followers!
Good gracious!
Although the Witch Immortal followers were not of the same quality as the followers of The Great Revered One, they were far more in number, and especially as they were all living heretics!
These living heretics could move freely even in broad daylight.
They could blend into various crowds.
Each of them had distinctive features.
During this period, two figures followed behind Fan Wu like apprentices... one was Yun Jiuqing, who seemed quite naive in his eyes, and the other was Monk Zhi Kong, who often wore a worried expression.
Fan Wu had no particular reaction to whether these two followed him or not, and he did not care if they did.
After all... relying on the paltry strength of these weaklings.
They had no way to compete with him for kills.
"Daoist Priest... you’re so formidable!" Yun Jiuqing had never seen anyone kill with such brutal simplicity, especially since the victims were malicious heretics with significant abilities.
That was even more impressive!
She began to wonder if her father could match this Daoist Priest in strength.
When this thought emerged, Yun Jiuqing herself was startled!
It shouldn’t be...
Possible, should it?
The Daoist Priest seemed fierce and was exceptionally tall and sturdy, but he shouldn’t be much older than her, Yun Jiuqing’s father, should he? Perhaps he was decades younger?
Could it be that despite a difference of decades in age, their cultivation was closely matched?
Hiss!
No way!
Yun Jiuqing hurriedly shook her head, casting aside all her bizarre thoughts.
Behind her.
The Monk Zhi Kong, carrying a Nine Rings Broadsword, furrowed his brows looking at Fan Wu’s back, mumbling to himself, "Amitabha... Amitabha... When did the Daoist Sect come up with such a formidable Daoist Priest? If I’m not mistaken, this Daoist Priest must be that special guest whom the City Lord God of Yinghe Prefecture holds in high esteem, right?"
