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Baghdad Zen Master struggled to swallow, clearly unable to adapt to Jiang Han's way of doing things. Previously, when Vajra Hall was still part of the Vajra Sect, they mostly spent their time quietly practicing their rituals and chanting scriptures at home, relying on resources from the mountain gate and donations to live comfortably. These individuals rarely participated in the conflicts between martial arts sects, let alone engage in such brutality!
Facing this group of idealists from Vajra Hall, Jiang Han shook his head inwardly. It was one thing to have them "defend the city," but asking them to "attack and seize territory" would truly be a challenge for them. In his view, the reason why Vajra Sect had never possessed the strength to contend with Shaolin and had only struggled under Shaolin's oppressive influence was not only due to their lack of foundation but also significantly related to the differences in their philosophies.
Even the so-called "Slayer of Evil Monks," Baghdad Zen Master, was actually a compassionate monk at heart, who had been distorted and vilified by Shaolin Temple into a bloodthirsty "evil monk."
Jiang Han shifted his gaze away from Baghdad Zen Master and said calmly, "Compassion is not meant for situations like this. As I mentioned earlier, I want Total Annihilation for Yin Feng Sword Sect; they shouldn't spare even a single chicken!"
Hearing Jiang Han's seemingly reasonable yet bloodthirsty words, many elders and disciples of Vajra Hall shuddered. The elders were somewhat accustomed to conflict, having participated in numerous battles rather than being meek lambs. However, those disciples of Vajra Hall, despite practicing martial arts daily, had never killed even a single chicken!
Now, listening to Jiang Han's murderous words, they naturally felt out of place. Yet, seeing Jiang Han's cold gaze, they couldn't muster any words of defiance. Gritting their teeth, they brandished their weapons and rushed after the warriors of Yin Feng Sword Sect, attacking wildly and fiercely.
The disciples of the Yin Feng Sword Sect numbered around two to three hundred. Initially, those who were still considering surrendering or preparing to do so changed their minds upon witnessing the ruthless demeanor of Manichaeism. Naturally, they were unwilling to give up and began to resist by picking up their weapons.
At first, the disciples of Vajra Hall were flustered, but as time passed, these young monks were stirred by their fighting spirit. They charged forward with boldness, executing their techniques with great force, wielding their weapons with vigor and causing their opponents to scream in agony.
Despite the desperate resistance from the warriors of Yin Feng Sword Sect, they were ultimately powerless against the overwhelming strength of their foes. In less than half a quarter of an hour, the two to three hundred men were completely slaughtered by the young monks of Vajra Hall.
Jiang Han looked at these bloodied young monks and revealed a satisfied smile.
"One must be ruthless to stand firm!"
What he desired was not a group of timid monks who merely recited scriptures but a band of fierce tigers ready to descend from the mountains!
Baghdad Zen Master observed the scene filled with blood and corpses, resembling a hellish realm, and couldn't help but murmur a prayer for Amitabha.
Jiang Han glanced at him and quietly said, "Do you think I am being a bit cruel?"
Although Baghdad Zen Master was one of Jiang Han's subordinates, given his status as a Martial Arts Grandmaster and Leader of Manichaeism's Vajra Hall, Jiang Han usually treated him with some respect.
Baghdad Zen Master was silent for a moment before slowly shaking his head.
Jiang Han didn't care whether he understood or not and continued, "Master, you can't blame me for being ruthless. You see, I mentioned long ago that anyone who dares to slap me in the face must face total annihilation!"
Even if someone was merely a minor character, if they tried to steal the spotlight in front of him or show off, Jiang Han would typically send them off to meet their end without hesitation!
Yes, he was that domineering!
"You have seen it; Qi Yuansong slapped me in the face right in front of me..."
"If I don't wipe out his entire family, wouldn't that make me seem easy to bully?" Jiang Han said confidently.
Baghdad Zen Master wore a bitter smile and fell silent.
Having boarded the pirate ship of Manichaeism, with hands stained in blood, what else could they do? They could only walk this dark path to the end. He hoped that after his passing, if he were to meet Buddha, Buddha would not blame him for siding with the great demon, condemning himself to the Abyss Hell, never to be reborn!
"Well then, from now on, if the Azure Wind Pavilion, Blood Robe Tower, Nine Profound Sword Sect, Great River Sword Sect, Ancient Ravine Sect, Lingxi Sect, and other sects are wise enough not to interfere in our conflict with Western Chu, I won't mind occasionally showing some mercy and generously forgiving them."
Jiang Han waved his hand, signaling the maid to lower the curtain so he could rest and recuperate in peace within the carriage.
Gurgle gurgle.
The wheels rolled along the long street paved with Azure Stone, and the entire city was eerily silent. If it weren't for the occasional sounds of children crying and adults scolding, one might truly mistake it for a ghostly realm.
"Inform the disciples that after confiscating the properties of those gangs, sects, and martial arts families, twenty percent of it should be distributed among the citizens of the city. Furthermore, warn the disciples responsible for guarding this place that while capturing the remnants is important, they must not disturb the people too much."
Jiang Han pondered for a moment and added, "Order the guarding disciples to restore the city as soon as possible and maintain order within."
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