Watching Qin Feng laughing uncontrollably, Isabelle couldn't help asking, "What's so joyful about it? Isn't it just the old monkey and the old monk standing back-to-back?" To make the beautiful officer witness this scene, he had特意 arranged for Xiao Ding to bring her here. The officer had originally been ready to launch a surprise attack—yet, in a blink of an eye, she found herself greeted by a man simply beaming with delight, which naturally made her feel uncomfortable. Qin Young naturally wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled, saying, "You wouldn't believe it—the wild monkey hasn't taken a bath in quite a few decades. His body smells so strong that even the cumin sprinkled on roasted lamb seems to fall short. As for the old monk, he's nearly suffocating!" Upon closer inspection, Isabelle noticed the old monk's face was indeed pale and he was struggling hard to hold his breath. In fact, the old monk had already planned to change his clothes right after the match and then simply discard the garments. The old monkey wasn't aware of this, and spoke up, "My friend, based on my experience, that young man will soon make his appearance!" Fur, your experience? Your experience? What's that good for? Since Qin has already noticed something, we should just wait a bit longer. One minute, two minutes, five minutes... The old monk gritted his teeth and held on. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour... The old monk's face turned the color of eggplant; he could barely contain his breath, and just as he took a deep breath, he nearly fainted. "You said he'd come soon—where is he?" he finally couldn't hold back. The old monkey also found this strange and remarked, "Could it be that, with us two working together, he lost confidence in facing us directly and thus decided to retreat?" "That's very likely. If so, then we no longer need to wait in succession." Master Daoxin quickly stepped forward a few paces and then began to breathe heavily. The old monkey scratched his head: "If only I had known it would turn out this way, I should have pressed on with determination instead of giving him the chance to escape. My dear friend—shall we stay here and wait, or should we make new plans?" A golden light shot out from the staff, and Qin Feng hurried to dodge. The old monkey was hit hard, yet he didn't rush to rise—he believed Qin Feng was now firmly ensnared by the old monk, giving him ample breathing room. He hadn't anticipated that he himself would be the first victim of the surprise attack. Nor did he expect that, besides Qin Feng, another master would face such a challenge. Just as he managed to prop himself up with his arms, he realized the danger had arrived—his current posture made it impossible even to defend, let alone counterattack. Huff... Isabel descended from the sky, her knees crashing into the old monkey's back, then she swung her dagger, driving it through the top of his skull. Plunged... The sharp dagger, Sarahville, delivered without fail. Over twenty centimeters of blade penetrated deeply, and the old monkey's narrowed eyes instantly widened. With a swift wrist motion, the beautiful instructor spun the blade around, creating a circular motion within his brain, instantly turning it into a thick, mushy mass. The old monkey fell unwillingly, his eyes wide and fixed. He could never have imagined that after secluding himself for seventy years, he would be struck down right upon his emergence, killed without knowing who had done it. Dao Xin Master only caught a glimpse of the scene with his peripheral vision and was startled. Isabel leaped high into the air, her nose wrinkled, exclaiming, "What's this? Not even a well-cooked lamb with cumin—this is just a public restroom not cleaned in a hundred years! How can he possibly be alive?" Qin, the young lord, stepped aside with his flying sword, dodging the old monk's attacks, and smiled, "Well, the Sun people have thick skins. If it were someone from another country, they'd probably have committed suicide already. But these people manage to live on, content and resilient, right until the end." The old monk retrieved his nine-tribute staff, furrowed his brows, and stared at Isabel in the sky for several seconds before shouting, "The bloodline! The bloodline has allied itself with the cultivators! Are you daring to defy the heavens?" "Qin smiled hesitantly: 'Old fellow, don't you also hang out with wild monkeys like these? What right do you have to criticize us? Honestly, I really admire you. But since you've chosen to stand with the monkeys, I'll make room for you!' 'Chinaman, don't act so confident. This is my great Sun Kingdom!' the old monk declared firmly. 'Don't think that just defeating a ninja will allow you to roam free—our monks of the Sacred Sanitary Temple won't stand by and watch!' Monks of the Sacred Sanitary Temple. That was the first time he'd heard it. Isabel explained: 'They're the monks of the Sun Kingdom, self-proclaimed enlightened sages, but in reality they're just caretakers of the dead—most of them live in the Sanitary Temples of the Nation of Peace, so they call themselves the Monks of the Sacred Sanitary Temple!' Ah, so that's why it is, Qin thought. It makes sense that the political figures so love to honor the spirits—besides worshipping the dead, seeing the living ones is also an important matter. "Officer, I was actually afraid you'd ignore me. Today, I'll settle you right here, then spread the word and wait for the other monks to come running—hah!" Qin Shao smiled. His original purpose had always been to eliminate all the top talents of the Sun Kingdom. Had it not been for the old monk stepping forward, he never would have known there were so many of them. The old monk's eyes burned with fury—first from grief over his friend's death, and then completely incensed by Qin Feng's words. "A cultivator, a noble-blooded vampire—your pairing is truly comical," he gritted through his teeth. "I'll make you understand: this is the Sun Kingdom, and it's not a place where you can run wild!" Qin Shao smiled again, with a thoughtful tone. "I'm truly sorry, but I've been making my presence felt here for a long time now. The Kaga School, the Yamaguchi Group, and even the young heir of the Nakamura Group—all of them have been taken care of by me. Of course, I'm certain my list will also include the names of the divine-monk monks!" While speaking, he gave Isabella a glance.