Just as the abbot had expected, Mian Bi initially did not want to get involved in the Demon Cult's affairs anymore.
Even after knowing that the Demon Cult was at war with Wulong Temple, he still hesitated.
He had become accustomed to the life of the mundane world and had no interest in the martial arts whatsoever.
But Yun Yi wouldn't give him a choice. His goal was to make this uncle go to the Sky Demon Ancient Castle to see his master.
Although Mian Bi was a genius, he had not diligently practiced martial arts in the fifteen years since he left. Even his practice was just for show, for the cameras.
So fifteen years later, the once top-tier martial artist was still top-tier.
Also, due to his departure, he had not cultivated the Heavenly-Grade skill, Marrow-Washing Scripture, even though he had it inscribed on his arm. He felt that he was no longer worthy of being Wulong Temple's successor.
Therefore, a top-tier martial artist facing Yun Yi, a Xiantian (primordial) martial artist with three Heavenly-Grade skills, ended up being threatened by Yun Yi's force and could only agree to come here.
Of course, some tactics were definitely used in the process. Otherwise, Mian Bi wouldn't have yielded so easily. The methods were a little brutal.
"Leave the rest to me."
Mian Bi said to everyone and then walked towards the two white-clothed assassins.
He needed to vent some of the anger from his previous encounter.
"Can Uncle Mian Bi handle this?"
Xiao Wen asked with a lack of confidence.
In his eyes, Uncle Mian Bi was just an actor with some martial arts skills. He wasn't sure if his true fighting strength was reliable.
"No worries. Though Uncle Mian Bi is still just a top-tier martial artist, he is definitely at the top of that tier."
Lei Nuo answered with a smile.
Even within the top-tier, there were strong and weak. Mian Bi was clearly among the strong. The two white-clothed assassins were weaker.
Green Lemon and the abbot were even weaker. Finally, there were the senior disciple and Xiao Long, who, while not top-tier, could burst out to top-tier strength – a peculiar situation.
Mian Bi's battle had already begun. He drew a long sword and attacked the two white-clothed assassins.
The long sword was swift as lightning, its tip light and flexible, like a viper lunging at them.
The two assassins were terrified. They had never encountered such fast and strange swordplay.
"Looks like junior brother hasn't completely abandoned his martial arts. This sword technique is quite good. It's not from our Wulong Temple though."
The abbot smiled as he watched this.
"He probably developed it while filming. It's more for show than power."
Yun Yi saw the issue instantly.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Mian Bi's movements had inevitably become more visually appealing due to his work.
After all, he was a professional swordsman. If his movements were ugly, it would create a jarring sense of incongruity.
"I see."
The abbot and the other three finally understood.
"Senior brother, I want to be the main character too."
Xiao Wen said suddenly with envy.
Both he and the senior disciple had been stunt doubles, and they had long envied main actors like Uncle Mian Bi.
"Then you should lose some weight first. That way, you'll be more like the main character."
Yun Yi said with a smile.
"Forget it. Being an extra isn't so bad."
Xiao Wen immediately lost interest. He suddenly realized that being an extra wasn't so unbearable.
"You have such limited ambition."
The abbot rolled his eyes at Xiao Wen. This guy was just a lazy glutton.
Then everyone's eyes returned to Mian Bi's battle.
The fight had reached its peak. Mian Bi's long sword danced, leaving behind countless afterimages.
The white-clothed assassins couldn't react, and wounds appeared all over their bodies. Even together, they were no match for Mian Bi.
Just as the two were about to fight to the death, a cut suddenly appeared on their necks, and their figures froze.
"Amitabha."
The abbot sighed at the sight.
He realized that in the past dozen years, his junior brother had truly changed. He killed without hesitation.
But this was right. Facing Demon Cult assassins, there should be no hesitation. It was he who was being hypocritical.
"Senior brother, this should be the Demon Cult's last resort. Next, we face the Terror Angel."
Mian Bi came back and said with a serious expression.
However, he then thought of Yun Yi, and his heart calmed down. Even if the Terror Angel's Corpse Demon Scripture was terrifying, it wouldn't be a match for the little monster Yun Yi.
"Hahaha, Mian Bi, you're still the same after all these years."
A voice suddenly came, a woman's voice.
Both Mian Bi and the abbot's expressions changed upon hearing this voice because it should have been gone.
A woman in white slowly walked out. Seeing her, their faces became even more strained.
"The Demoness? Aren't you dead?"
The abbot couldn't help but ask.
The woman in front of him was the Demon Cult's Saintess who had committed suicide with Mian Bi. She should have been dead for many years.
"How could I die without taking you all with me!"
The woman said to the abbot.
"No, you're not the Demoness. You're the Terror Angel!"
The abbot realized something and exclaimed.
Mian Bi also understood what was going on, but his face was even grimmer.
"Hahaha, you're not so stupid after all."
The woman laughed and then transformed, becoming a pale-faced man.
The Demon Cult's leader, the Terror Angel.
"Terror Angel, you have desecrated your daughter's body!"
Mian Bi shouted angrily at the Terror Angel.
The reason his face was so grim was because he saw that the previous form wasn't an illusion, but a real body, the Demon Cult Saintess' corpse.
But the Terror Angel used the Corpse Demon Scripture to merge his body with his daughter's. This was a truly wicked act, an affront to Heaven's justice.
"Humph, my daughter is dead. I want you to pay for her life!"
The Terror Angel roared at Mian Bi in anger.
"Then you should commit suicide. After all, your daughter was killed by you."
Yun Yi spoke up then.
Both Mian Bi and the abbot looked at Yun Yi, and so did the Terror Angel.
"You smelly monk, what nonsense are you talking about? My daughter was killed by you!"
The Terror Angel glared at Yun Yi with fury.
"No, you killed your daughter. If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't have met me and Uncle Mian Bi. You messed up and killed your daughter yourself."
Yun Yi shook his head calmly.
"No, it's you, it's you who killed my daughter, not me!!!"
The Terror Angel shook his head frantically and roared. He would never admit to this outcome.
With his roar, a powerful force erupted from him. The surrounding space became suffocating.
The faces of Mian Bi and the abbot instantly changed. They felt like their blood was about to stop flowing, as if they had encountered a natural predator.
This was the micro-pressure of a Xiantian (primordial) martial artist. As top-tier martial artists, they couldn't fully unleash their combat strength under this pressure.
The Terror Angel in front of them had actually broken through to the Xiantian (primordial) realm. No wonder he dared to fight Wulong Temple to the death.