<h4>Chapter 424: 423</h4>


    Su Yang, having finally managed to repel this unfortunate ghost, steadied himself against the railing and said angrily, "Bald Donkey, if you’re trying to test my martial techniques, why note down and face me directly instead of senselessly ughtering the innocent? You constantly speak of the Buddhist Sect’spassion, yet your actions are cruel and vicious!"


    The Monk, smiling amiably, said, "Amitabha. Patron, it is clearly you who are senselessly killing the innocent; how can you falsely use this poor monk?"


    Su Yang said in a deep voice, "Monks do not lie, Bald Donkey, you spew so much nonsense, are you not afraid that the Buddha Ancestor will punish you?"


    Monk: "Amitabha. Every word this monk utters is true; the Buddha Ancestor would only reward me!"


    "..." Everyone around was speechless; it was obvious to all that the person on the stage who kept iming he didn’t want to fight was being sabotaged by this Monk. This Monk kept on making excuses, really treating everyone like fools.


    Su Yang’s strength was about to be exhausted, yet he dared not use Devouring the Heavens to absorb the strength of his opponents.


    For the strength within these people belonged to the Monk, and it was clear that this Monk was a master of the Terrestrial Immortal Realm, far stronger than Su Yang.


    Devouring the Heavens was not without limits; if Su Yang wished to absorb the strength of someone stronger than himself, he first had to consider whether he could endure it. If he couldn’t suppress this strength, it would bacsh and ultimately harm him severely.


    Su Yang was certain that he could not suppress the strength of a Terrestrial Immortal; if he tried to devour such strength with Devouring the Heavens, it would only put him in jeopardy. Thus, Su Yang could only continue fighting head on.


    However, from the looks of it, even this head-on fight would notst much longer for Su Yang.


    After fighting three people consecutively, Su Yang’s strength had truly almost run out. By now, he was even incapable of activating Devouring the Heavens; his only option was to find somewhere to meditate and rest as quickly as possible, or his life would indeed be in danger.


    Yet, the Monk showed no sign of stopping and immediately sent another person up: "Come on, keep fighting!"


    Su Yang, furious to the extreme, bellowed, "You bald-headed fiend, if you have the guts,e here and fight me yourself, instead of constantly endangering other people’s lives!"


    "Amitabha, how can you nder this poor monk so!" the Monk still had the thick skin of a dead pig that’s not afraid of boiling water.


    No sooner had he spoken than the Monk’s expression suddenly changed; he abruptly looked up towards the distant sky.


    From afar, a white speck rapidly approached. Following that, a hearty voice echoed from afar, "You’re right, this Bald Donkey really doesn’t dare toe down and fight you!"


    The crowd all turned to look towards the white speck; the people of the Ye Family were immediately stirred up. Ye Wantong, in particr, ran forward a few steps excitedly and said urgently, "Father!"


    A gleam shed across Su Yang’s eyes: Ye Jiansheng had finally arrived!


    However, that voice sounded oddly familiar, as if he had heard it before somewhere.


    "Ye Jiansheng!" the Monk shouted, suddenly reaching out to grasp at Ye Wantong through the air.


    Su Yang’s expression changed, ready to intervene. At that moment, a longsword fell from the sky, shing horizontally and cutting off everything between the Monk and Ye Wantong, rendering the Monk’s grasppletely futile.


    Su Yang took a deep breath; was this Ye Jiansheng’s power? A single sh that could sever anything; how formidable must his strength be?


    The Monk’s face also turned quite awkward, and just then, the white speck arrived quickly, allowing everyone to see clearly. It was a man in white, carrying a Sword Box on his back, stepping on a longsword as he came through the air. His long gown fluttered in the wind, with three strands of long beard elegant, and a face as handsome as jade, suddenly making one feel as if one were in the presence of a Heavenly God!


    Su Yang’s eyes widened, and after a long while, he eximed in surprise, "It’s you!?"


    At this time, Ye Jiansheng had alsonded in the middle of the ring. Seeing Su Yang, he too wore an expression of astonishment, "It’s you!?"


    "What, you know each other?" asked Ye Wantong, surprised.


    Both of them looked at Ye Wantong and then exchanged incredulous looks, their faces expressing sheer disbelief.


    Su Yang did indeed have a brief encounter with this Sword Saint. That night, when he went to rescue Xiao Hei and Xiao Hei burst into his enemy’s house to seek revenge, a White-robed Sword Immortal appeared to intervene, allowing Xiao Hei’s enemies to escape.


    At that time, Su Yang had even exchanged a few moves with him. Although Su Yang was no match for his power, the gap didn’t seem that wide. Who would have thought that the meddlesome White-robed Sword Immortal turned out to be Ye Jiansheng!


    "You are the Sword Saint ranked seventh on the Heavenly List?" Su Yang asked, his face full of surprise.


    "Is there a doubt?" Ye Jiansheng retorted.


    Su Yang said, "Thest time you fought with me... it didn’t seem like you were in the Earthly Immortal Realm!"


    As soon as these words were spoken, a tumult arose all around. Su Yang had actually fought with Ye Jiansheng?


    Even Nan Wudi stood up excitedly. Ye Jiansheng was a genuinely heaven-sent prodigy. Su Yang had actually exchanged blows with him, and this fact was enough to astonish everyone!


    "Haha..." Ye Jianshengughed loudly, looking up. "I have a habit; no matter who I fight with, I never bully them with my realm. I suppress my realm’s power to the same level as theirs before I fight. Even if I’m brawling with a country bumpkin, I’ll fight bare-chested!"


    "..." Su Yang was speechless and equally shaken. For someone with the strength of Ye Jiansheng, it really wasn’t easy to do such a thing!


    How many powerful people can really act without bullying others due to their strength?


    "You sanctimonious Monk!" The Monk snapped coldly. "Ye Jiansheng, when you killed my disciple, did you suppress your realm to be at the same level as his?"


    "I really did suppress my realm to the same level as his!" Ye Jiansheng said with a smile.


    "Nonsense!" The Monk said coldly. "If you had suppressed your power, how could my disciple lose to you?"


    "If you don’t believe it, there’s nothing I can do!" Ye Jiansheng said with a light smile. "How about I suppress my power when I fight you today, just to show you I’m not lying?"


    "I don’t need you to suppress your power!" The Monk shouted angrily. "Today, I came here to kill you. Ye Jiansheng, prepare to die!"


    "Don’t make it sound so noble, Smiling Buddha," Ye Jiansheng said with a smile. "If you weren’t afraid of me, why did you try to capture my daughter when I arrived just now? Isn’t it because you wanted to use her to threaten me?"


    "Smiling Buddha?" From a distance, Huo Zihen eximed in surprise, his eyes wide as he looked at the Monk. "He... he’s actually the Smiling Buddha?"


    "The Smiling Buddha? Who’s that?"


    "Haven’t you heard? ck-Hearted Smiling Buddha, the master ranked seventh on the evil list!"


    "Ah, it’s him? He’s a long-famed Terrestrial Immortal, and he was famous even before Ye Jiansheng emerged from the depths of Hundred Prison Valley!"


    "No way, Ye Jiansheng came out from the depths of Hundred Prison Valley when he was three. Are you saying this Monk had already be a Terrestrial Immortal when Ye Jiansheng was three years old?"


    "Of course, don’t be fooled by his appearance of being in his forties or fifties. This Monk has definitely lived over a hundred years!"


    "My God, is that true?"


    The crowd was in an uproar, the name Smiling Buddha truly shocking them all.