World’s End: My Keyword is One More Than Others

"Who's speaking?"

"Isn't Zuo Zhonghou long dead?"

"Are you lagging or something?"

Du Ge looked towards the source of the voice and saw a middle-aged man in a black robe appear in an instant, clearly another cultivator from the Mahayana Realm.

He inwardly cursed, bracing himself for an onslaught from three Mahayana cultivators.

But what happened next left him stunned. The man in the black robe burst into laughter and glanced at him, "Buddha's disciple, do not panic, I am here to assist you."

With that said.

A knife flew out from behind him, slashing towards the Mahayana monk that Du Ge hadn't captured.

The surrounding space was instantly filled with black knife energy that seemed to carry an intimidating effect. The monk from Lan Ning Temple hesitated for a moment before forming a spiritual power shield in front of him, blocking the knife energy but still getting sent flying dozens of meters away.

"Zhuo Sha'an, have you lost your mind?" the Mahayana monk from Lanruo Temple roared, "Do you want to provoke a great war between the righteous and the demonic?"

"A great war between the righteous and the demonic? With Buddha's disciple from my Heavenly Demon Palace, where else would you find shelter in this world..." Zhuo Sha'an, the man in the black robe, laughed wildly, his attacks growing fiercer with each swing of his blade.

"No wonder he dared to provoke my Lan Ning Temple; it turns out he's backed by the Heavenly Demon Palace," the Mahayana monk from Lan Ning Temple bellowed, "Hui Xing, I'll hold off Zhuo Sha'an, you go to the Heaven's Path Institute for help..."

The battle between Mahayana cultivators was not something they could join. Knowing his place, Master Hui Xing called out and led the monks of Lan Ning Temple in a breakout.

The people from the supervisory institution quickly took to the air, blocking their path.

Both sides clashed fiercely in an instant.

...

What's going on?

The Heavenly Demon Palace is interested in me?

But shouldn't you be calling me a Demon Head instead of Buddha's disciple? You gave me quite a scare...

With someone from the Heavenly Demon Palace backing him up, Du Ge felt much less pressure. He watched the high monk from Lan Ning Temple who was still struggling and fighting back despite being restrained by him. Du Ge frowned, an idea forming in his mind. He channeled a stream of spiritual power and swept up the flying sword that had been blessed by Dan Cong, aiming it at the old monk's lower back.

With a 'puh', the sword pierced through.

Then, his other hand followed through the hole, poking inside.

Next.

He pulled out a kidney.

The old monk cried out in pain.

"Thief, how dare you!" The Mahayana monk entangled with Zhuo Sha'an caught sight of this and bellowed in anger, wanting to rush over but was again blocked by the laughing Zhuo Sha'an, "Well done, Buddha's disciple. These old monks need to be taught a lesson."

"What Buddha's disciple? He's clearly a Demon Head," the old monk retorted angrily.

"Buddha's disciple has said, 'Buddha has no form, one thought can become Buddha, one thought can become demon.' This means that we, the Demon Heads, can also become Buddhas. It's only right for me to call him Buddha's disciple," Zhuo Sha'an continued his relentless assault, cheekily adding, "Buddha's disciple returns to his place, and from now on, my Heavenly Demon Palace will be known as the Heavenly Buddha Palace."

"Heavenly Buddha Palace?" The old monk sneered, "You might want to look back and see if your Heavenly Buddha Palace can withstand the 'Buddha nature' of your Buddha's disciple..."

Zhuo Sha'an instinctively looked back, then froze for a moment, giving the old monk an opportunity to send him flying with a palm strike.

As he was sent flying, he still reflected on whether his impulsive actions were a mistake.

The demonic nature of this Demon Head seemed a bit too strong.

He clearly saw.

On the battlefield, Du Ge was holding the old monk, who was missing arms and legs, with one hand while the other hand opened up the monk's lower back. In the terrified eyes of the old monk, he controlled the flying sword to stitch up the kidney, all the while prattling on about surgical precautions...

Some of the cultivation techniques from the Heavenly Demon Palace were indeed torturous, but throughout history, no one had been as mad as him!

On the battlefield, it was one thing to take limbs, but why reattach the kidney after removing it? Was he insane?

Du Ge, with his keen senses, naturally heard the conversation. He turned to Zhuo Sha'an with a calm gaze, "Elder Zhuo, do not fear, seeing is not always believing. Once we deal with Lan Ning Temple together, I, as Buddha's disciple, will officially return to the Heavenly Buddha Palace and help it dominate the world..."

Without assistance, he was looking for help, and with it being offered so readily, he couldn't let it slip away. Whether it was Buddha or demon, as long as they could aid him, they were friends.

This Zhuo Sha'an had more foresight than others.

"Zhuo Sha'an, look at his actions, do you dare believe his words?" the old monk raged.

"What's there not to believe?" Du Ge chuckled, "He dared to come to Lan Ning Temple, so he must have investigated my actions thoroughly. Otherwise, he would have killed me instead of helping me. Elder Zhuo, trust your own judgment and don't be misled by others. I treat my own people the best..."

As he spoke, he had already finished stitching up the kidney of the old monk he had restrained.

The Benevolent Healer took effect.

The bewildered old monk subconsciously stopped resisting.

Du Ge looked around, "Dan Cong, where did you die?"

"I'm here." Dan Cong's voice emerged from a corner, surrounded by a circle of "forbidden" characters for defense.

At that moment.

He was looking at the sky with concern, fearing that the rampant spiritual power would affect him.

Du Ge located him by his voice, holding the old monk in his arms, he flashed over, and casually tossed the old monk into the "forbidden" area.

But his hand never left the old monk's body.

It was too difficult to advance to the Mahayana Realm; it was as if one had to remodel every single cell and stuff it full of spiritual power. After so much time, he had barely remodeled half of his body, barely stepping half a foot into the Mahayana Realm.

After controlling the old monk, Du Ge turned his attention to the other intact Mahayana monk and called out, "Elder Zhuo, assist me."

There was no turning back once the bow was drawn. At this point, Zhuo Sha'an couldn't turn around and attack Du Ge. Decisive in his actions, Zhuo Sha'an's body did not move, but his knife energy formed a cage, trapping the other old monk.

Du Ge removed an ear from the old monk and tossed it back to him, then charged forward, breaking through the shadow of the knife energy and reaching the old monk's side. In no time at all, he stripped him clean and removed his limbs...

Having turned countless people into cripples, Du Ge had long since mastered this technique.

Then.

He placed his hand on the neck of the second old monk, skillfully controlling the flying sword, removed his kidney, and began a new round of stitching.

Zhuo Sha'an was dumbfounded, involuntarily swallowing his saliva.

Du Ge's stitching was quick; first removing, then sewing, forcibly applying a wave of Benevolent Healer.

Then, dragging the dazed old monk, he tossed him into the "forbidden" area beside Dan Cong before flying up into the melee in the sky.

As a half-step Mahayana cultivator, fighting this group of old monks was as easy as slicing melons and vegetables.

Like a striking bolt of lightning, in a short time, Du Ge stripped all the old monks bare, with limbs and body parts scattered all around.

The sky was filled with half-bodied works of art, a spectacular sight to behold.

It must be said.

These cultivators all had perfectly sculpted physiques...

...

After helping the people from the supervisory institution break the siege, Du Ge flashed back to the side of the two Mahayana cultivators, grabbing one in each hand, continuing to draw spiritual power from them while looking up at the sky, "Are we still fighting? If not, come down obediently, and I, as Buddha's disciple, will reattach your arms and legs one by one.

The man of chaos, Zuo Zhonghou, has been executed, and his sins shouldn't be taken out on you. I'll restore you to wholeness, and as long as you submit to the management of the supervisory institution from now on, we'll be one family."

The people from the supervisory institution stepped aside, understanding Wang Chong's way of doing things, knowing he wouldn't kill indiscriminately. The people from Lan Ning Temple would sooner or later become their allies, so naturally, they wouldn't strike at them anymore.

The only thing that made them uneasy was the sudden appearance of Zhuo Sha'an.

Everyone knew that their leader had never had any dealings with the Heavenly Demon Palace.

Master Hui Xing looked around, and all he saw were naked, half-bodied monks and limbs scattered everywhere, indistinguishable from one another.

Buddha's disciple was also dead!

The two Mahayana cultivators held by Wang Chong seemed to have lost the courage to resist...

It was an unprecedented tragedy for Lan Ning Temple since its founding.

Worse than the temple's destruction!

Demon Head!

A demonic chaos in this troubled world!

Master Hui Xing, overcome with sorrow, manifested limbs with spiritual power and, like a burning meteor, resolutely charged at Du Ge, "Demon Head, I'll fight you to the death!"

Bang!

A muffled sound, but it was Du Ge who, at the moment of impact, used spiritual power to deflect him, tossing him into another "forbidden" character set up by Dan Cong, trapping himself as well.

"Why bother?" Du Ge looked back at Hui Xing, whose eyes were bloodshot with madness, and released one of the Mahayana cultivators in exchange for an ear, placing his hand on Hui Xing, channeling robust spiritual power into him, "Master Hui Xing, stay calm, let me first help you advance. Brothers from the supervisory institution, strip and show your scars, let the masters from Lan Ning Temple see that losing an arm or a leg is not a big deal, at most it leaves a circular scar..."

The Elders from the supervisory institution were well-versed in Du Ge's routines, having long discarded any sense of shame, and at his command, they stripped to the waist, revealing scars like badges of honor!

Zhuo Sha'an's mouth twitched involuntarily, feeling more and more that his decision was a mistake.

I need to go deal with a car accident my wife was involved in, haven't finished writing the second chapter, will post it this afternoon.