Dao Xin, the elder monk, possesses far greater combat prowess than the old monkey. However, as the saying goes, "two hands are hard-pressed by four," when it comes to one-on-one duels, neither Qin Feng nor Isabella is his match. Yet when the two work together, the elder monk is at a severe disadvantage. Even without the chance to deploy his ranged attacks, Dao Xin is forced to rely on his nine-tribute staff as a weapon, swinging it back and forth, due to Isabella's close-range pressure. Qin Shao, stationed high above at a height of several tens of meters, frequently launches ice spikes and lightning strikes, keeping the elder monk constantly on edge. Thud... Struck squarely in the chest by a punch from the beautiful officer, Dao Xin is forced to retreat to reduce the impact on his body. Yet just as he steps back two paces, a lightning bolt appears out of nowhere and strikes precisely across his forehead. Isabella then swiftly closes the distance and delivers a powerful kick to his chest. Puff... The old monk collapsed unceremoniously to the ground. From this angle, one could clearly see the old monkey glaring with fierce determination—now regretting his decision. Had he known the outcome would be this dire, he never would have agreed to help. Now, it seemed, even he might be caught in the crossfire. As people grow older, they become increasingly protective of their lives. Though the old monk appeared like a sage of enlightenment, he was deeply afraid of death. He was fully aware that he was no match for the others, and thus, he began to hesitate. The beautiful officer never gave him a chance to stand up—she launched herself again, her sharp claws slashing continuously. Despite his best efforts, Daxin Master kept being struck. His robe was torn in numerous places, and at several key spots, blood had soaked through. Qin, descending from the heavens, took the lead with his flying sword. In each of his hands, he held a scroll of incantation. The fire dragon, lightning, and the flying sword—this was a three-pronged assault. With no time to dodge, the old monk could only generously accept them all. Even more eager to depart, after enduring Qin's attacks, he bent his knees and forcefully struck the ground with the base of his bronze staff, launching himself into the air and swiftly gliding toward the distance. "Oh dear, it's time to escape!" Qin remarked, issuing a warning. Isabella had anticipated the enemy's retreat and positioned herself along the most likely escape route—she had guessed correctly. Yet before the old monk could celebrate, he saw Isabella standing directly in front of him, his heart racing with concern—she had effectively handed him over to the enemy. Thud... His entire focus had been on fleeing, and he hadn't even managed any defensive measures, simply being kicked back to the ground by the graceful female instructor. The force of that kick was already strong, and since he had charged straight into him, the old monk was left dazed and disoriented, staggering to the ground with stars flashing before his eyes. "Shasha did a splendid job—now it's my turn," Qin Feng arrived promptly, launching a relentless assault on the old monk. "Let's do this together," the beautiful instructor, naturally unwilling to fall behind, also rushed in. Under the relentless barrage from the two of them, the old monk could only clutch his head and scramble helplessly, with all his escape routes now sealed off—no matter where he went, he could not avoid being struck. An ice spear precisely pierced the old monk's lower leg, pinning him to the ground. Though the hold lasted less than a second, it gave the beautiful instructor a decisive killing blow. She swiftly swung her right arm, her dagger flashing with a silver gleam and cleanly impaling the old monk's neck. Qin Feng was equally active—he descended vertically, head first and feet first, driving the fire meteor spear into the old monk's crown. The old monk's eyes had turned ashen. With great difficulty, he raised his hands to form a prayer, his lips moving several times, but neither of them could make out what he had said. Pffft... Suddenly, powerful gusts of air surged from his body, propelling both of them backward and sending them flying. Fortunately, the attack was not fatal, yet the sudden turn of events left them breathless, as if they had just survived a near-death experience. Now looking at the old monk, he stood motionless, maintaining a solemn, devout posture—his body completely lifeless. Isabella shouted, "A fool! He's dead and still won't give up—I'm going to chop him into pulp!" "Shh," Qin restrained her, saying, "He's already dead. Let his body rest—chopping a corpse isn't a good practice, after all. Besides, his body is still useful. If you really chop him into pulp, how will you use him?" "Very well. Do with him as you please." The beautiful officer took several deep breaths before stepping aside, calming her anger. Qin Young approached the body, bowed formally, and said, "If you had chosen not to oppose me, you truly were a commendable old monk. Unfortunately, you've picked the wrong side—and since you worked at the Jingguo Shrine, I cannot let you go, nor can I allow your body to rest in peace!" With that, a large black plastic bag dropped down and settled precisely over the body. Then, with a wave of his hand, the body was whisked into the Narada. What came next was exactly what he was most excited about. Though she had lived in China for so long, she still couldn't grasp the Chinese people's deep resentment toward the Sun Kingdom, especially this sacred temple of the refined nation, frequently visited and honored by military and political officials. The arrival of the two guests did not draw any special attention from the temple's monks, whose primary duties—besides hosting political dignitaries—were meditation and spiritual cultivation. For over three decades of peace, coupled with the temple's unique character, no violent incidents had ever occurred here. Thus, routine security was entrusted to a private security company. In fact, the security team found their work quite effortless, given that so many spirits were enshrined here—how could anyone possibly disrupt the peace? Qin Feng executed a swift dive, entering the main hall before the security cameras captured a clear image, completing his mission. He installed several dozen bombs throughout the main hall and replicated the same procedure in two side halls. Finally, he tossed a black plastic bag at the entrance of the main hall and quickly departed with Sha Sha. "I still don't understand," the beautiful instructor asked, "why you're so excited." He chuckled and said, "That's because I wanted to battle you on the bed for thirty thousand rounds right away—so I'm really excited!" "Rogue! Don't pretend!" the beautiful instructor scolded. Qin gently wrapped her in his arms and smiled, saying, "I'm not making it up—I truly meant it. Shall we begin?" "But we should wait until we reach the hotel!" "Too much hassle. Let's go to Xia Ding—where the scenery is lovely and the air fresh, perfect for romance, wow!"