Chapter 241: The Southern Yang Guardian (2)
Hui Mian held back his stunned gasp and shifted his gaze toward the group of cultists who had just called Fang Fotong "apostate."
"Stop them!" Hong Gao roared while glaring at the fifty-or-so cultists. He couldn't let them snatch away the Shaolin Temple's archenemy!
Rumble!
The Shaolin's warrior monks emitted a terrifying aura and rushed out to block the cultists' path.
"Hah! We got ourselves the Shaolin's finest, boys!" one of the cultists yelled, his eyes bloodshot. The blade gripped in his hand gleamed sharply as it drew a straight line in the air.
The warrior monk on the receiving end of the attack used the slightest movement to dodge, and then he thrust his calloused palm forward.
Smack!
"Argh!" The cultist flew back while vomiting blood. The blade in his hand spun in the air before piercing the ground down below.
"Ah!"