Imperial Guards were all trained experts, able to assess their opponents’ strength with just a few exchanges.
Unexpectedly, although these monks wore the robes of Scholar Monks, they were as strong as Martial Monks, and their Kung Fu was not weak at all.
After clashing with these monks for a few moves, they were almost certain that these people must have experienced the battlefield, as each move was not something an ordinary person could possess.
And so, neither side gained the upper hand.
About three thousand elite troops were entrenched here, with over five hundred having entered the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, and a continuous stream kept coming this way.
However, there were only about a hundred Imperial Palace Guards.
Luckily, not all the monks outside had rushed over; otherwise, with their numbers, they would have been worn down by consecutive fights.
Therefore, when the Dowager Consort shouted like that, the guards outside were completely overwhelmed, let alone being able to assist the Dowager Consort inside.
After all, if the outside defense were breached, the Dowager Consort would be facing thousands of troops.
The guards had no choice but to grit their teeth and defend the last line of defense.
Inside, Bai Junjun, having just seen the Dowager Consorts enter and was about to take a breath of relief, had never expected the Dowager Consort to be so capable. Underestimating her was one thing, but such a shout would have definitely alarmed the entire monastery.
Indeed, it wasn’t long before the sound of close combat rang out from outside, and thinking of the endless stream of troops outside, Bai Junjun felt nothing but a headache.
She didn’t know how long those guards could hold on, hoping they would be of some use and could last until she got out.
At this moment, Bai Junjun wasted no more time. Taking advantage of the fact that the Dowager Consort had entered the room, she used her Special Ability to manipulate the vegetation in the courtyard.
All the leaves became her weapons then, turning into the sharpest blades.
These blades were no less powerful than the Wind Net, slashing towards the Fake Monks’ necks with lightning speed.
In a short while, the hundred people brought by the Abbot were all eradicated by Bai Junjun without a single survivor.
However, up to this point, the Fake Abbot had not shown himself.
Bai Junjun had no choice but to search room by room.
There weren’t many rooms in the Bamboo Grove Retreat. Thinking that the Abbot had come in under the guise of conducting a religious service, he must be in the living room or the courtyard. Bai Junjun hurried to these places without hesitation.
Finally, she sensed a fluctuation of carbon dioxide behind the rockery.
Before Bai Junjun could get closer, she suddenly felt a barrage of blades flying toward her.
She reflexively swung her Dagger to block, and the black Hidden Weapons clinked as they dropped like raindrops.
Bai Junjun, without looking, continued to push forward.
The Fake Abbot was ruthless too, throwing all the Hidden Weapons he had on him towards Bai Junjun.
Bai Junjun, running out of patience, lashed out with her Drooping Tube Flower Whip, dragging the Fake Abbot hiding in the shadows into the open.
The chubby Fake Abbot was caught off guard and dragged out, his face a mix of astonishment and surprise.
After all, Bai Junjun’s whip moved in such a tricky trajectory; the whip seemed eye-equipped and conscious, able to move on its own—it could even turn corners even though he wasn’t in a straight line.
Bai Junjun dragged the Abbot out and squatted to pat his face.
It was at this moment that the Abbot suddenly spat out an extremely thin blade from his mouth.
Bai Junjun dodged instinctively, but due to the suddenness, her cheek was still sliced open.
A drop of bright red blood rolled down.
Soon, the wound began to turn black.
The Fake Abbot started to chuckle, "You have been poisoned by my family’s Soul Severing Powder, not even a Great Luo Immortal could save you."
Bai Junjun, unfazed, smiled slightly, "Before I die, could you at least tell me who you are and why you know me?"
The first time she came to the mountain, she had noticed it.
That time, the Fake Monk walked ahead, but just by turning back for a glance, he recognized her identity.