The Sword God of the South

The Temple of the Thousand Gods

Fresh blood came out in huge quantities. Just a moment ago his body was already being swept away by the red liquid.

Zhang Fei was still standing in his place. He looked at the corpse of the Black Palm King with a vengeful look of eyes. His right hand gripped the handle of the sword even tighter.

Within his chest was currently going through a great upheaval. Zhang Fei actually wanted to shout because he had managed to kill one of the main figures of the Black Banner Party.

But on the other hand, he also still felt unsatisfied. Because the main character is still alive today.

"Congratulations, Chairman Fei. Finally you managed to avenge you," said the Farewell Swordsman suddenly making a sound right behind Zhang Fei.

The martial World Chief turned his body, he then looked towards him.

"Thank you, Mr. Wu. But, my grudge has not been met completely," Zhang Fei replied as he let out a deep breath.

"Yes, I know. But, I'm sure one day, that grudge will soon be avenged,"

Zhang Fei nodded. He then sheathed back the Sword of the God King.

The two men walked over to Bian Ji Hung. The old monk smiled welcoming the arrival of the two.

"Thank you, both of you. Thanks to your help, the Temple of the Thousand Immortals party can achieve victory," he said with a gentle smile.

"You're too much, Monk Hung. We don't deserve your respect" said the Farewell Swordsman.

The old man smiled gently. He then took the two men into the temple. In the middle of the journey, he also told his students to clean up the traces of the battle there.

In addition, he also told his students to bend the opposing forces that are still there. Although most of them were in a severe state, but Monk Hung did not care about it.

After all, they must get the proper punishment for their actions.

Meanwhile, after walking for some time, finally the three people had already arrived at the meeting room.

One student immediately came with a warm tea and a light meal.

After the disciple left, Monk Bian Ji Hung immediately spoke to his two guests.

"I feel really lucky to beat them" he said immediately to the heart of the matter.

"Yes, the sky is on our side" said the Sword of Farewell.

Monk Hung nodded his head a few times. In his heart, he had intended to pay his respects and express his gratitude again.

But the intention was soon aborted because Monk Hung remembered how the nature and character of his two guests were.

Therefore, he could only nod a few times.

"Sir Hung, after this, what are you going to do next?" zhang Fei asked after a while.

"It seems, I will attract the disciples who are outside, Chairman Fei. Besides, I will also close this temple for some time to come," Monk Hung replied with a heavy sigh.

The event that had just taken place had given a huge impact to the Thousand God Temple. Many of their students were killed.

Although there are still many other students, but the victims are senior students and very talented.

Therefore, the strength of the Thousand Gods Temple had now been reduced quite drastically. The reason why Monk Hung wanted to shut himself down was none other than because he wanted to restore the strength of his temple back.

Zhang Fei knew and understood this. That's why he didn't ask any further.

"In front of you, you need to be more careful. Although it is likely that they will not return, but under these circumstances, threats always come without us expecting," the Farewell Swordsman warned him.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Wu. I'd be more careful, though,"

The three martial world leaders again talked about the situation of his country at this time. The talks are over after about an hour.

Previously, Zhang Fei and the Farewell Swordsman had intended to leave the Thousand Gods Temple immediately. However, their intentions had to be restrained because the Hung Monk requested that the two stay a little longer in the temple.

In the end, the two people inevitably had to stay at the Thousand Gods Temple. Zhang Fei and the Farewell Swordsman stayed there for three days.

On the fourth day, they asked permission to resign.

It was still early in the morning, but the situation at the temple was already quite crowded. The students carried out their own activities.

"Sir Hung, I'm sorry we couldn't stay any longer. Because you know for yourself how our country is doing right now," Zhang Fei said after finishing breakfast.

"I hope you understand, old monk. Moreover, this figure like Chairman Fei was indispensable to many people. His presence in the midst of such a situation now means a lot," continued the Sword Swordsman of Farewell.

"Yes, yeah, yeah. I understand," he replied slowly. "Then, fine. Again, I thank you. Next time if you get a chance, come visit here,"

"Sure, Monk Hung. If I have a task in this city, I will definitely pay a visit," Zhang Fei replied with a smile.

He then led both of his guests to the front gate. All the students who were there at the time were seen posting bodies as they passed by in the courtyard.

The three figures had a brief pleasantry before leaving. After a while, they respect each other.

Yush!!! Yush!!!

Two human shadows shot out rapidly like a lump of smoke. Their movements were really light like cotton.

Monk Hung was still standing there. He stared at their departure with mixed feelings.

"The current Chief of the Martial World, I think, will be able to bring about a tremendous change" he murmured while nodding a few times.

After the shadow of their bodies had both disappeared, Monk Hung immediately returned again into the temple.

Meanwhile, Zhang Fei and the Farewell Swordsman were currently still running fast relying on their respective knowledge.

Their next goal is to go to places that are targeted by the enemy. In the middle of the trip, the two also often seek information about the condition at this time.

In the afternoon, they arrived in another city. Zhang Fei invited the Farewell Swordsman to a stop at a quite luxurious restaurant.

The two then went inside. They sit on the back bench. A waiter came and asked for an order.

After ordering, before the servant left, Zhang Fei immediately asked him a question.

"Sir, if you may know, what is the name of this small town?" zhang Fei asked the male servant who was already over forty years old.

"This little town is called San Dong, Young Master," replied the servant respectfully.