Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

"Shut up!"

"Vile creature, you wish to see the Master? Do you even deserve it?"

"Just like the Nine Town's scoundrels, sticking like plaster, catching so many spies, and yet there's still more."

"Arsonist harm-doer, what right do you have to meet the Master?"

......

Xiahou Zhang heard the clamor from below, slightly lowered his head, and a hint of flame gradually rose in his eyes.

Just now, for the first strike, he held back, dealing with merely a group of grey-clothed Bhikkhus at the Three-maned level, if he went all out, at least several dozen would have died with one cut.

"It seems those five Masters haven't taught you to respect the strong!"

Xiahou Zhang spoke in a low, angry tone, lightly raised his black Silver Ring Saber with his right hand, and directly slashed at the few who just spoke rudely below.

"Speak rudely, then die to this sovereign!"

Ting... hoo.......

The silver rings clashed against the blade, producing a crisp jingling sound. Xiahou Zhang's action seemed gentle, yet the slash was as fierce as a storm, draining the surrounding air, creating a silver blade aura twice as long as the previous strike.

However, the people below, seeing the silver blade aura coming at them, did not show a trace of fear on their faces; most didn't even stop reviling Xiahou Zhang.

Keng......

The blade aura did not cut down those who yelled as expected, nor did it successfully land.

Because a bald old monk in a yellow robe with white brows suddenly stood above those people, effortlessly catching the blade aura with his hand.

The old monk's physique was extraordinarily robust, standing over two meters tall, with bulging muscles, even his neck was thicker than that of an ordinary person. The reason he seemed old was due to two white eyebrows above his eyes. His skin was as tender and smooth as that of a newborn, pink tinged with redness, not old at all.

"Salutations to the Great Awakening Vajra Master!"

"Salutations to the Great Awakening Vajra Master..."

The moment the elder appeared, five thousand grey-clothed Bhikkhus with Hair and more than two hundred Cold Resistance level individuals from Qinghe Village immediately knelt down in reverence.

Not just these people!

"Salutations to the Great Awakening Vajra Master..."

Throughout Qinghe Village, sounds of salutation echoed one after another, clearly from villagers who were earlier in panic due to the fire.

The moment this yellow-robed old monk appeared, their hearts seemed to settle, even the fire was suddenly put out of their minds.

"Mr. Xiahou, my Dajue Temple and your Jiangxia Town are neighbors, we should live harmoniously, yet you bring people to Qinghe Village to commit arson and harm, creating such heavy murderous karma. No matter what, this Master must seek justice on behalf of those who tragically died today!"

The Vajra Master spoke with a heavy nasal tone, and as soon as the words fell, without waiting for Xiahou Zhang's response, his body suddenly disappeared from the original spot.

The next second, he appeared directly above Xiahou Zhang.

His face showed traces of anger, lifting his left hand, the sleeve suddenly swelled, obviously pushed by the muscles inside, then slammed down fiercely towards the top of Xiahou Zhang's head.

Keng...

Not using weapons, directly using the body to deal with him?

Anger appeared on Xiahou Zhang's face, obviously feeling underestimated by this Vajra Master. He fiercely raised his saber, performing an upward slash towards the Vajra Master's left forearm.

Both being at the Xianyang Level, their physical bodies were similar; taking a palm and taking a blade, who benefits and who loses, the answer is clear. A hint of fierceness flashed in Xiahou Zhang's eyes, he did not believe this Vajra Master actually dared to clash hard against him.

Keng...

The more you disbelieve something, the more likely it is to happen; this old adage, at this moment with Xiahou Zhang, was proven true.

His saber indeed struck the Vajra Master's arm first. However, the imagined scene of slicing off the arm did not occur but instead, a harsh sound of metal clashing rang out.

His Ink Silver Blade was made of Ten Thousand Forging Level silver, coated with a layer of Ink Pig Oil to increase toughness. When it comes to hardness, it is definitely among the top five in the Nine Towns.

The Vajra Master's left forearm was actually harder than his Ink Silver Blade!

Xiahou Zhang suddenly realized something, the corner of his right eye twitched sharply, and a hint of horror flashed through his pupils, quickly dodging to the side.

The Vajra Master's palm was descending towards his head; if the palm, harder than his Ink Silver Blade, hit his head, the consequence...

Boom!

Ultimately, Xiahou Zhang managed to turn his head aside, but his shoulder was still struck by the Vajra Master's palm.

His whole body, like a cannonball, crashed into the ground, blasting a giant crater with a ten-meter diameter.

"This, power..."

"The Vajra Master's power, stronger than Army Chief Xiahou?"

"Directly slammed to the ground, seems like not just slightly stronger!"

"This..."

.........

This scene left Xiahou Qin and everyone from Eight Towns instantly dumbfounded.

Xiu......

They were momentarily stunned, and Xiahou Zhang, who had been smashed into a giant pit, was the first to rush out, his face stern. He didn't run but held the saber in his left hand, charging once again at the Vajra Master.

"What are you standing there for, hurry up and run!"

The Eight Towns' Cold Resistance Level individuals immediately reacted, and without a second thought, started fleeing towards the western earthen wall that Xiahou Zhang recently broke through.

"Don't let them escape, chase them!"

A group of grey-clothed Bhikkhus, along with Qinghe Village's Cold Resistance level individuals, certainly wouldn't just sit by and watch them escape. Under the command of the leading monk, a vast crowd immediately pursued them from behind.

Bang!

Meanwhile, in the sky, the battle between the two Xianyang Level warriors was still ongoing.

Just as the fierce fight on the village's west side continued.

No one noticed, in a humble wooden hut in the East District, Xu Ning was peering through the window crack with a single eye, staring fixedly in this direction, his face full of joy and agitation.

"This was so worth it; lying in wait was so worth it!"

"Didn't expect to stumble upon this after staying in this room for five days."

"Unexpectedly, the Nine Towns even sent people to infiltrate Qinghe Village, and they've started taking action."

"Xianyang Level warriors are even here, Army Chief Xiahou, he's the Xianyang Level from Jiangxia Town."

"This Vajra Master's physique clearly surpasses that of ordinary Xianyang Level, and judging by this, Army Chief Xiahou is probably not a match, while such Masters as these, there are actually still four more in Dajue Temple."

"Five thousand Bhikkhus with Hair, all are Cold Resistance Level at the Three-maned strength, and this is only the Zen Temple's strength, Dajue Temple inside must be even more formidable..."

......

Xu Ning's face was full of joy, who could have thought he accidentally encountered the Eight Towns taking action, resulting in intelligence gathering worth more than his previous six months in Lower River Village combined.

"It's about time, I should head back. Gained so much, it's enough!"

Xu Ning made up his mind to leave. He was now close to the Zen Temple, and all five thousand Bhikkhus with Hair had left, so leaving Qinghe Village now wouldn't be noticed.

However, just as he was about to move and leave.

Suddenly, from several wooden houses nearby in the East District, several figures swiftly shot out, speeding towards the eastern side of the Zen Temple.

Xu Ning was momentarily stunned, quickly turned to look towards the eastern side, upon seeing those people passing over the Zen Temple and heading further east, he furrowed his brows slightly and, after glancing at the ongoing battle between the two Xianyang Levels to the west, immediately realized something.

"So that's it..."

Xu Ning watched those dozen people closing in on the eastern Chilong Lake without the slightest hesitation, jumped down from the hut, and headed in that direction.

With such a good opportunity, he certainly couldn't miss it!