"Amitabha Buddha, if you insist on this, then we have no choice but to accompany you with our lives!"
Fang Zheng's eyes turned cold, and he decisively moved, activating Yijing Gang Qi, ready to engage in combat.
But in the next instant, he suddenly froze in place, staring at the person before him, his expression full of shock and indescribable fear.
At that moment, when the Yijing Gang Qi surged, he felt that the person before him was incredibly majestic and radiant, like the descent of the Buddha, embodying great moral virtue, great light, and great compassion, making him feel ashamed and as though he was slipping into Demon Dao, with a sensation of wanting to slay the Buddha.
Not only him, but several Gang Qi Grandmasters were also stunned on the ground, especially the Raincoat Guest who had previously asked Lei Sanjue to release the person. This guest remained in place, feeling the person before him was like the shining sun and moon, illuminating the world brightly, causing him deep shame.
"This…"
"No!!!"
"Heterodox Dao, Charming Skill!"
"Everyone guard your minds, do not fall for his evil technique!"
Startled for a moment, Fang Zheng quickly awakened, shouting in thunderous tones to remind everyone and himself.
Charming Skill, Charming Skill!
Evil technique, evil technique!
How could this demon, who wreaks havoc on the martial world and poisons creatures, possess such great virtue and brilliance, causing even one deeply versed in Buddhist Technique like himself to feel ashamed, even feeling guilty of falling into demonhood and slaying the Buddha?
It must be a Charming Skill and evil technique, trying to seize people's minds!
Such a demon, a real fiend!
Anger and shock mixed, Fang Zheng rapidly circulated his Gang Qi, flying forward with a palm strike.
This palm strike looked ordinary at first, but midway it suddenly changed, one palm became two, two became four, four became eight, and further into sixteen palms. In an instant, it transformed into thousands of palm shadows, both real and illusory, both illusory and real, enveloping the opponent fiercely.
This was one of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Skills, the signature martial art of Fang Zheng, the Shaolin Sect Leader — Thousand Hands Buddha Palm!
The palm was unpredictable, with no fixed reality, making it impossible to defend against. In Fang Zheng's hands, it was even more mysterious and profound, reaching a realm where all hands were real and yet not real, as if all Buddha methods formed into one palm. It could, with clever and soft force, strike all key points of the opponent's body, or condense the thousand palms into one, using unparalleled force to crush the opponent.
As one of the few Shaolin Sect Leaders throughout history to cultivate the Yijin Divine Skill to Great Success, Fang Zheng's strength was extraordinary, having defeated several Gang Qi Grandmasters with this palm. Even among Gang Qi, he could be considered an outstanding master, only second to the legendary Dharma Ancestor who perfected the Yijin Divine Skill, shattered the void, and returned to the Western Paradise.
As soon as he made his move, it was such a strong attack without any probing, showing Fang Zheng's mindset at the moment.
He… was hurried!
Despite the urgency, anger, Shaolin Ultimate Skills still astounded the world, and the Buddhist Divine Skills continued to astonish the past and present.
However…
"Roar!!!"
Shen Hex was not afraid at all of this palm skill, responding with a palm as well. A golden light burst from all directions, further embodying an imposing dragon shadow, fiercely advancing to confront the Thousand Hands Buddha.
"??????"
"!!!!!!"
"?!?!!?"
Witnessing this scene, everyone in the rear, even the Gang Qi Grandmasters, were dumbfounded and horrified.
What is this thing?
What is this thing!
How can he create a dragon?
Martial Arts Cultivation begins by strengthening blood, nurturing Inner Strength, then using Inner Strength to open up the Dantian to transform True Qi, and then accumulating through martial arts to further refine True Qi into Gang Qi, reaching the level of Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Although True Qi is visible, it is only a form. Even refining it further into Gang Qi won't change its nature much; it is still Qi and won't turn into light or anything else. Managing to, like Fang Zheng, subdivide it into thousands of palm shadows already represents an extremely proficient application.
But he…
How does this dragon happen, this shining Golden Dragon happen?
Which martial art can refine this shining Gang Qi, shooting out a well-formed and vocal dragon? Are you sure you are practicing martial arts instead of some inconceivable thing?
Or has he, like the Dharma Ancestor who returned to Western Paradise, entered the legendary Heavenly Gang Returning Yuan Realm, transforming Gang Qi into Gang Yuan?
Impossible, impossible, it has only been twenty years, twenty years ago he hadn't even refined Gang Qi, how could he suddenly achieve Gang Yuan in twenty years, a realm no Martial Arts Grandmasters could reach throughout history with their entire life's efforts?
Impossible, definitely impossible!
But what's happening now?
Confusion, lack of understanding.
Alarm, fear.
There is even a sense of desperation, various emotions filled the mind, violently storming everyone's heart and spirit.
The observers were already like this, not to mention those involved. And seeing that Golden Dragon roaring towards themselves, a hurried and chaotic Yijing Gang Qi crumbled instantly, the Thousand Hands Buddha turned into a mass of inky palm shadows that collapsed before even connecting.
"Boom!!!"
A rumbling sounded, challenging the void, Gang Qi waves rolled out, a figure flew back, crashing tens of feet away, breaking bricks and stones, dust and smoke rising.
"..."
"..."
"..."
For an instant, the entire field sank into dead silence.
None dared to turn to see Fang Zheng's fate; they only stared at the being resembling a divine demon before them. Ten Gang Qi Grandmasters, nearly a hundred True Qi Masters, were silent, all shocked by this incomprehensible occurrence.
Just moments later, chaotic voices emerged from the rear.
"Gang, Gang Yuan?"
"How can this be, how can this be!"
"Dragon Subduing Arhat, Dragon Subduing Arhat!"
"Arhat, spare our lives, Arhat, spare our lives!"
"Buddha, disciple was wrong, disciple was wrong…"
"Ah!!!"
The last scream was heart-wrenching, as everyone glimpsed the edge of the martial arena, seeing Fang Zheng, disheveled and ragged, kneeling on the ground, hands upturned, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his expression twisted and insane.
"This…"
"Abbot?"
"Sect Leader?"
"Bang!!!"
Witnessing this, everyone was shocked. Several Shaolin high monks and True Qi Masters rushed to help but hadn't moved before a loud bang sounded, a massive uncontrolled surge of Yijing Gang Qi erupted from his body, tearing the flesh apart, leaving heaps of shattered bones and gore.
"Abbot!!!"
The scene was unspeakably tragic, causing the eyes of several Shaolin high monks to burst with rage, chills ran through the crowd of Gang Qi Grandmasters and True Qi Masters.
Shaolin Sect Leader, Master Fang Zheng was a pinnacle of martial arts, the leader of this operation, the highest skilled and most powerful one, unmatched except by Zhuge Zhengwo.
Such a figure, this kind of master, was unexpectedly annihilated in one encounter with a method beyond comprehension, his body exploding to death.
How are we supposed to fight now?
How the hell can we fight now!
The silence loomed, unspeakable.
But soon the silence was shattered, a Gang Qi Grandmaster suddenly moved, not attacking the opponent, but leaping and fleeing outward with astonishing speed.
The result…
"Roar!!!"
Another dragon roar ascended, echoing across the Five Peaks of Iron Palm!