No Path Towards Hell

The man with a sword stuffed the bag into his clothes, greeted the elder, and immediately fled from the place.

Hiding tens of meters away, Tang Ning squinted her eyes after witnessing this scene, and a cunning expression appeared on her face. She immediately went down the tree and quietly made a detour.

The young girl who had been following Tang Ning also immediately followed.

The two monsters growled and pounced towards the elder. For them, the human before them was the one they had the greatest desire to kill.

Due to his injuries, the man with the sword couldn't move swiftly. He continued to keep a lookout of his surroundings to prevent any monsters from suddenly attacking him.

He continued moving forward in a straight line, moving as far away as possible from the lair. However, the further away he went from the lair, the more unsettled he began to feel. He felt as if somebody was staring at him in the dark, but he couldn't see anyone in his surroundings.

Due to his hurried steps and open wounds, the man's breathing was no longer steady, and his stamina deteriorated from running quite a distance. Just when he prepared to rest and attend to his wounds, a person suddenly appeared before him, shocking him.

"It's you!"

His doubtful voice sounded shocked. No matter how he thought, he didn't expect the little monk to be alive until now!

"Oh… It's been a long time!"

Tang Ning smiled at the man with the sword, and when she saw the wounds, her smile widened. "Why are you in such an embarrassing state now?"

The man with the sword vigilantly stared at the little monk before him, and his complexion immediately darkened. In contrast to him, the little monk was unscathed, and the smile on the little monk's face was like the latter was mocking and teasing him in his eyes.

"Why are you not dead?"

When the little monk jumped down the flying ship on his own accord, he thought that the little monk would have been killed and eaten by the monsters the moment he landed. Yet unexpectedly, the little monk was still alive and was now standing before him full of smiles.

To be alive and even unscathed in such an environment, it showed that this little monk was not as innocent as he looked to be!

Thinking about this, the man subconsciously took a step backward and entered into a defensive posture. He vigilantly asked the little monk loudly, "What do you want?"

"I couldn't enter hell as there was no path to it!" Tang Ning smiled and reached out her hand to touch her bald head before she continued. "Though I can't get in, I can still send you in."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Ning's smile disappeared from her face. Her figure attacked rapidly, and the dagger in her hand cut through the air creating a fierce swish along with her quick attack.

"Clang!"

The man blocked her attack with his sword, and the clash between the two weapons created a crisp sound. While he was shocked by the murderous aura of the little monk, he was even more shocked by the little monk's fierce attacks and rapid movement technique."

Different from what he had seen in the past, the little monk's movement technique and attacks were rare and eerie. If he had not seen for himself, it would be hard to believe that a little monk practicing Buddhism and vegetarianism would have such movements and attacks.

"Ahh…!"

The man with the sword sucked in a cold breath and screamed agonizingly. His hand, which was previously injured by the monster, was slashed by the little monk's dagger. His hand trembled in pain as he tried to hold onto his sword with it.

"This was to let you know that no one can casually touch my head!" Tang Ning snorted and attacked again.

At this moment, no matter Tang Ning, the man or the young girl hiding not too far away, no one among the three, realized that apart from them, someone else was also present and watching them from the dark…