Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 212 - 127: Massacre!

Chapter 212: Chapter 127: Massacre!
The protagonist wanted to leave, but the old monk didn’t agree.
The old monk had practiced Buddhism all his life; he used to be the abbot of Arhat Temple, so naturally he couldn’t watch Buddhist Sect disciples being bullied.
The protagonist believed that finding the Little Poison to knock everyone unconscious would be the ideal situation.
What if the Little Poison can’t be found?
What if the Little Poison refuses to act?
What if the Little Poison can’t knock everyone unconscious?
At that time, the Buddhist Sect disciples would have to directly face the strongest dragon of the Four Seas!
The Buddhist Sect is in danger!
The old monk was thinking about how to persuade the protagonist.
The protagonist is currently at the Tier Nine Saint King Realm, practicing the "Dragon God Technique."
If he acts, the Buddhist Sect disciples will have a great ally!
The old monk was about to speak when he heard the bell on the high platform ring.
A bell?
The protagonist’s heart skipped a beat when he heard the bell.
The bell is a type of ceremonial music, mainly used during festival celebrations.
This is a battlefield slaughter.
The ringing of the bell is like a funeral toll.
Not very auspicious!
"Kill!"
The protagonist was still dazed when suddenly he heard the sounds of killing beside him, and a foul-smelling liquid splattered towards his face and head.
Instinctively, the protagonist raised the True Essence Barrier to shield himself.
In the next second, the invisible barrier was covered with bright red, foul-smelling blood.
The protagonist was momentarily stunned again.
Instinctively lowering his head, he saw someone whose legs were grabbed and torn apart, falling in two halves at his feet.
The protagonist’s brain froze for a moment, then realized.
It turns out that what splattered him was the hot blood of this person in front of him!
Hot blood?
The protagonist discovered for the first time that the term "hot blood" could be used to describe more than just a person’s state.
For example: "plead for the people, hot blood", "punish evil and promote good, hot blood", "defend the country, hot blood".
It can also describe a tangible thing.
The protagonist was almost sprayed all over with "hot blood" just now.
The protagonist looked absentmindedly at the two halves of the corpse at his feet, discovering for the first time the dramatic and cruel reality behind inspiring words.
"Little monk, are you okay?" the old monk asked worriedly.
Previously at the Four Seas Commerce Association, the protagonist saw many dead people, but Zhao Yi was killing from a distance, so the impact on the protagonist was not as intense as it was now.
While worried, the old monk also breathed a sigh of relief.
With the battle so intense, both sides were seeing red.
The protagonist was caught in the middle; it was too late to leave now.
Since the protagonist couldn’t leave, he could assist the Buddhist Sect disciples.
"Little monk, head towards the Buddhist Sect!"
The old monk immediately reminded: "You’re a Buddhist Sect disciple; the Dragon Race wouldn’t dare harm you!"
The protagonist heard this, lowered his head to look at the halved corpse by his feet.
A bald head, monk’s robes.
If he wasn’t mistaken, the dead one was a monk, right?
The person was torn into halves.
Where did the old monk see that the Dragon Race wouldn’t dare harm him?
Seeing the protagonist unmoving, the old monk became anxious: "Little monk, hurry and save people; the Buddhist Sect disciples are almost all killed by those vile dragons!"
The protagonist: "..."
Previously, wasn’t it said the Dragon Race wouldn’t harm the Buddhist Sect disciples?
The Dragon Race clearly shows no honor.
How fast they broke their promise!
The protagonist pondered for a moment, glanced around, and seeing there was indeed no way to leave, he had no choice but to hurry towards the Buddhist Sect under the old monk’s urging.
As he approached, the protagonist’s lip twitched.
Tragic!
Too tragic!
Where the Buddhist Sect was located, the ground was covered with bald monks’ corpses.
The Buddhist Sect seemed to have committed some great sin, as the monks were being slaughtered by the Dragon Race, with no other sect coming to their aid.
Additionally, the Dragon Race’s combat power far exceeded mankind’s imagination, and within a few short breaths, the Buddhist Sect monks were more than half dead or injured.
When the protagonist arrived, Hui An, the old monk from Little Leiyin Temple, was battling fiercely with an old dragon.
That old dragon was extremely cunning, using the advantage of its quick movements to constantly circle around Hui An, neither engaging in a decisive battle nor allowing him to rescue other monks.
Seeing the Buddhist Sect monks scream and die one after another, Hui An was furious.
He was beyond caring about Buddhist Sect rules, angrily cursing: "You damn vile dragon, have the courage to face Buddha in a life-or-death battle?"
That old dragon laughed heartily, the Dragon’s Roar echoing far.
"You bald donkey really don’t know good from bad; Dragon lord originally wanted to have some fun with you, since you’re seeking death, don’t blame Dragon lord for being ruthless!"
Hui An the monk heard this and was immediately delighted.
He was very confident in his own strength.
The Buddhist Sect already had numerous techniques to subdue demons and evil spirits.
As long as the old dragon engaged him head-on, Hui An was confident he could take it down in the shortest time possible!
Just as he was thinking this, Hui An suddenly heard someone loudly reminding him from behind.
"Watch your back!"
Behind?
Hui An was momentarily stunned, then felt a tremendous force strike his back, sending him flying.
He desperately turned his head, only to see another old dragon gleefully shaking its claws, clearly the one that had just attacked from behind.
Hui An felt a mixture of hatred and fear.
He hated the Dragon Race’s shamelessness, agreeing to a duel to the death but attacking sneakily.
He feared the Dragon Race’s strength; they had been too arrogant, underestimating the Dragon Race.
When Hui An was previously entangled with the old dragon, he had taken a quick look at the other sects around and found they were all being massacred by the Dragon Race.
The strength of the Dragon Race far exceeded everyone’s imagination.
Even Hui An himself, if not for the earlier warning, might have already met his end under the dragon claws.
"Amitabha!"
The protagonist saw Hui An crash into the grandstand of the Martial Arts Arena, spit out blood, and struggle for a long time without being able to get up, so he clasped his hands and recited a Buddhist name for him.
The old monk clearly didn’t expect Hui An to lose so miserably and was in shock for a long time.
The old monk was dumbfounded, but the protagonist was not.
Having seen the Dragon Race’s combat methods, he decisively chose to hide among the crowd.
The strength of the Dragon Race not only far surpassed those of the cultivation sects but they had no concept of honor or shame, nor did they follow any rules. They would resort to sneak attacks without engaging in direct combat, aiming to kill the enemy at the smallest cost!
The protagonist, although possessing cultivation, lacked practical experience. Facing such an enemy, even one would give him a headache, yet now there were many rogue dragons on the opposing side.
Naturally, the protagonist stayed as far away as possible!
It was then that the old monk also realized the seriousness of the situation.
Possibly because the protagonist had a higher priority in his heart than the monks of the Buddhist Sect, upon discovering the dragon threat, the old monk did not demand the protagonist to save people anymore.
On the contrary, he kept urging the protagonist to leave the Martial Arts Arena as soon as possible.
"Young monk, I suddenly have a premonition."
The old monk’s tone was solemn: "For some reason, a dire sense of foreboding has arisen in my heart, something terrifying is about to arrive, if we don’t leave now it will be too late!"
Hearing this, the protagonist looked around and then nodded in agreement.
Indeed, it’s terrifying!
The protagonist originally thought that the defense of the cultivation sects against the Four Seas Dragon Race would be a brutal battle.
He didn’t expect it to turn out to be a brutal massacre.
The reputations of the major sects in the cultivation realm had been around for thousands of years. In the past few hundred years, they’ve claimed to be second to none in the world besides the Great Xia Zhao Clan, looking down on the Four Seas Dragon Race.
Yet the seemingly insignificant Dragon Race had made all sects suffer a big setback.
In less than a hundred breaths, the Four Seas Dragon Race almost wiped out the cultivation sects.
In the Martial Arts Arena, Dragon Race figures were swaggering everywhere.
The protagonist swept his gaze over the dragons and wholeheartedly agreed with the old monk’s words.
Indeed, they needed to leave.
Otherwise, surrounded by so many dragons, it was indeed a great terror!
However, it was too late!
The low-level human cultivators in the Martial Arts Arena had already been slaughtered.
Those still alive were top-tier cultivators like Hui An at the eighth or ninth tier.
High-level cultivators had strong life force and could barely hold on.
But as more and more dragons freed their claws, their situation became increasingly precarious.
It was at this moment that the protagonist was targeted!
The Martial Arts Arena was only so big.
Aside from the dead, only a few were left standing.
The Dragon Race would have a hard time not spotting him.
The protagonist’s face turned grim.
Just from his sensing, four or five dragons had already locked onto him.
He didn’t know how many he couldn’t sense.
After all, the Dragon Race was adept at ambushes, so who knew how many were lurking!
The protagonist’s face turned ashen, ready to fight with all his might.
At this moment, a familiar female voice rang out.
"Eh, Xiao Jing brother, why are you inside?"
"Oh no, did I poison Xiao Jing brother again?"
"Ah, Patriarch Yao, I seem to have let it slip!"
The protagonist heard the voice of the little poisoner and first felt happy, then puzzled.
What did the little poisoner mean by poisoning?
She poisoned someone? Who did she poison?
Why did she say ’again’?
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