And the Lion’s Roar in the hands of the Thirteen Grand Protectors belongs to the Shaolin Temple.

Did the Shaolin Temple willingly give it to Golden Lion Gao Kexin?

Or did Gao Kexin steal it?

The probability of theft is low. After all, the Mount Songh Sect is neighboring the Shaolin Temple. Once Gao Kexin uses the Lion’s Roar and is discovered, how could the Shaolin Temple let it go?

So, it’s highly likely that the Shaolin Temple sent it.

With this in view...

The Thirteen Grand Protectors, and possibly even Zuo Lengchan, might be conspiring with the Shaolin Temple to rule the world.

Unfortunately...

They encountered Ding Ling.

Their schemes subsequently collapsed, and people went one by one to meet King Yama.

"Swoosh swoosh!"

High monks from the Shaolin Temple quickly descended the mountain. Upon witnessing this scene, they loudly chanted ’Amitabha Buddha.’ Before the sound landed, they had already reached the front side of Ding Ling and his group.

He saluted Ding Ling and spoke solemnly:

"Donor Ding unleashing killing intent, are you not afraid of sinking into hell after death?"

"I don’t want to waste words with you."

Ding Ling’s eyes were deep as an abyss. Indifferently sweeping over all the monks, he said:

"If you block my way again, be careful I might slay you!"

"You!"

A monk was furious.

A high monk pulled him back and whispered, "Calm down," then faced Ding Ling and said:

"I saw a little novice monk run to your side and give a bag to you, Donor Ding, on the mountain. Could you return it to the Shaolin Temple?"

Someone noticed Qu Feiyan’s escape.

This couldn’t be concealed.

Qu Feiyan’s face slightly changed, looking unnaturally at Ding Ling, full of guilt, and was about to speak.

But Ding Ling said:

"If you want this bag, you can have it. Bring me the Sutra of Marrow Cleansing from the Shaolin Temple in exchange."

The strongest of the Shaolin Temple are the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic and the Sutra of Marrow Cleansing.

The Inner Qi quality of the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic surpasses that of the Pure Yang True Skill, but it is extremely gentle, showing no signs of invading, devouring, or refining other True Qi or Inner Qi.

Instead, it can continually support the Pure Yang True Skill, refining True Qi, making it increasingly pure, not to mention that this classic can also nurture the body and mind, eliminating malice, Evil Qi, and other negative influences.

It can even widen the meridians and nourish the bones and muscles.

As long as time is sufficient, and the inner Qi of the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic is abundant, undoubtedly Ding Ling’s bones, physique, and True Qi will become ever stronger in the future.

The Sutra of Marrow Cleansing, given its name, is in no way inferior to the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic, and its efficacy is imaginable.

"Donor Ding, aren’t your words too excessive!"

The high monk’s face changed drastically, eyes seemingly on fire:

"Not to mention whether our Shaolin Temple has the Sutra of Marrow Cleansing, even if we had it, it’s absolutely impossible to hand it over to an outsider like you. Even if you use force and kill us all, it’s still useless!"

"Stubborn indeed."

Ding Ling slightly glanced sideways and said:

"Your Shaolin Temple monks blocked me first and threatened me afterward. It’s only right that I collect some interest. If you continue to oppose me, beware I’ll destroy your Shaolin Temple."

Ding Ling’s tiger eyes emitted terrifying brilliance, and he roared:

"Scram!"

Roar!

A sound split the sky like a dragon’s chant and a lion’s roar. A sweeping sound wave surged like the Yangtze River towards the high monk and his group, enveloping and impacting them directly. The foremost ones had their eardrums burst instantly, screamed in agony, and fell to the ground clutching their ears.

"What powerful skill!"

"What powerful Buddhist Lion’s Roar!"

The high monk was startled and horrified, retreating over ten steps while channeling all his power to barely counteract the wave’s assault. Despite this, he felt intense eardrum pain, with a resonating pounding in his head as if drums were rumbling!

"Such Lion’s Roar skill—how is it possible to cultivate it without thirty years of relentless practice day and night? How old is Ding Ling?! His talent truly is extraordinary!

No wonder he single-handedly defeated the Eighteen Arhats and killed Master Fang Zheng, the world’s number one demon!"

The high monk’s heart surged with tumultuous waves.

He was one of Shaolin Temple’s secret weapons.

Also a half-step Innate expert. Initially, he thought he could at least exchange a few moves with Ding Ling and negotiate a bit, but now he realized he completely overestimated his combat power.

He couldn’t even withstand a single roar from Ding Ling, so how could he compete with Ding Ling in palm power?

Thinking of this...

The high monk felt a surge of fear in his heart, and, clasping his hands, he said, "Well said, well said, Donor Ding. We were wrong first. From now on, when we see Donor Ding, we will certainly avoid him by three feet. We hope you no longer hold grudges against us. Many little novice monks and monks in the Shaolin Temple are innocent!"

Taking the little novice monks and monks as an excuse.

Ding Ling merely snorted without bothering to acknowledge the high monk, and rode forward on his horse.

The high monk dared not stop him, leading the rest of the monks to retreat to the side and watched Ding Ling and his group walk far away. Only then did the high monk suddenly realize there was a cold sweat on his back.

"Ding Ling is overwhelmingly powerful. It was extremely unwise for the Shaolin Temple to provoke him. It seems I must suggest sealing the mountain door when I return, to refrain from meddling in worldly affairs for the time being."

He led the monks, who were either indignant, anxious, or uneasy, back to the Shaolin Temple.

On the way...

The high monk pondered:

"Ding Ling’s Lion’s Roar skills are profoundly advanced. It’s absolutely impossible for them to have been recently mastered. This suggests that the Lion’s Roar manual that Gao Kexin had from the Mount Songh Sect might have fallen into Ding Ling’s hands?

But even so.

Counting the time, Ding Ling would have only been practicing for a few months.

In just a few months, he managed to cultivate the Lion’s Roar to such an unbelievable Great Perfection, Flawless Realm?!"

The high monk’s heart was filled with suspicion, unable to conceive how it could be.

But thinking back to when he vaguely saw Ding Ling flipping through the Secret Manual inside a snakeskin bag on the mountain, seemingly perfectly practicing the Technique after reading it, the high monk’s heart skipped a beat.

A swirling, sky-high wave surged in his heart!

"Impossible, how could this be?!"

"It must be my eyes deceiving me!"

"How could there be someone in the world who could blindly cultivate a Supreme Skill to a flawless realm just by reading through a Secret Manual? If such a person existed, then what does it mean for us to toil for decades without completing a Supreme Skill cultivation to perfection?

Can the disparity between people be so great?

Even the legendary Master Bodhidharma did not possess such talent!

Could Ding Ling be stronger than Master Bodhidharma?!"

The high monk was no longer calm.

Although difficult to believe, he knew that with his skill and eyesight, it was unlikely he would be so mistaken by what he saw.

Hadn’t pondered it deeply before.

Now considering Ding Ling’s Lion’s Roar skill, recalling it in detail, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, filled with fear.

"Master Fang Zheng truly was befuddled. Provoking such a Demon King-level figure. It’s terrifying. I must return at once to discuss this, urging the enraged high monks to revoke the order for Ding Ling’s pursuit and encirclement in the Jianghu!"

If Ding Ling discovered that the Shaolin Temple was behind instigating his encirclement and pursuit,