None of the martial arts practitioners present, whether they are renowned figures or rising stars, have ever witnessed such astonishing power.

Their mouths were agape, wide enough to fit several eggs inside.

No one seemed to have forgotten the ability to speak, or rather, no one dared to be the first to speak.

The air currents in the sky finally dissipated, followed by a large number of falling objects.

"Crack~" "Crack~" "Ping~" "Bang~"

Smaller cups and scraps of food were constantly falling like sparse raindrops. Those who were quick-witted dodged them, while many others, still in shock, were caught in the drenching.

However, the noise gradually brought the crowd back to life.

A beggar elder, seemingly oblivious to the vegetable leaves and soup that had fallen on him, muttered to himself in a slightly hushed tone.

"Could it be that Master Daoyuan has already attained the body of a Buddha or Arhat?!"

Those who heard this nodded subconsciously.

Yang Guo stared wide-eyed at the stage, his dashing pose with arms crossed gone, deeply moved.

He had practiced martial arts with Xiaolongnu in the Ancient Tomb for a long time and originally thought that the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra was very powerful. However, after seeing a bit of the Nine Yin Manual, he realized that there were always higher levels to learn. Now, when he saw Master Daoyuan's authentic Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, he suddenly felt that the exquisite martial arts he had learned before were nothing special.

"It is said that Bodhidharma, the founder of Shaolin Temple, meditated facing a wall for nine years, and later generations believed that he had attained the Arhatship..."

Although Lu Wushuang was also surprised, her skill level was not high enough, so she was not as deeply moved as Yang Guo.

"What are you talking about, you idiot?"

Unusually, Yang Guo didn't pay any attention to the girls around him. Instead, he seemed to be explaining to Lu Wushuang and the others, as well as to himself.

"Master Daoyuan of Shaolin Temple, even if he is not a true Arhat, is probably not far off..."

Although none of the people at the tables on the Hero's Platform were ordinary individuals, they were closest to Dao Yuan and were the most terrified when the palm strikes thundered. Their hearts were as turbulent as a small boat in a raging storm.

The soup bowls and plates also flew around the Hero's Platform without splashing down.

It wasn't until the audience started discussing it that the people on stage, including Guo Jing and Huang Rong, finally snapped out of their daze.

Daoyuan was very satisfied with the reaction he had caused, feeling that he had already pushed his coolness to the maximum.

Xuan Tong and Xuan Kong were even more excited than Dao Yuan. Even though monks are supposed to be calm and focused, they couldn't help but roar in their hearts.

"Now you know what Shaolin Kung Fu is, right? Now you know how powerful the Shaolin Temple is! Now you know the skills of my grandmaster uncle!!"

Xuan Kong quietly took a step closer to Dao Yuan and asked a completely unrelated question.

"Grandmaster Uncle, what kind of dragon is a chameleon?"

"......"

Seeing that Daoyuan ignored him, Xuankong wisely shut up and stood on either side of Daoyuan again with Xuantong.

"Whoosh~"

The first golden wheel to be thrown away was hit by a new wave of updrafts during its descent, causing it to rise again. Only then did it finally fall down, embedding itself squarely in front of the Golden Wheel King on the Hero Platform.

"Amitabha Buddha, may I ask Your Majesty, how does my Dragon Elephant Prajna Merit compare to that 'created' by Your Majesty's teacher?"

The old monk's calm and slow questioning voice was like a heavy hammer, each strike hitting the heart of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

Even though their power levels are vastly different, the connection and resonance between the Dragon Elephant Prajna Techniques is absolutely unmistakable.

'This is truly the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill! This is the real Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill!!'

Darba asked the Golden Wheel Dharma King in a daze.

"Master, this...this..."

Meanwhile, Huo Du, after recovering, was already looking around and considering his options. With such a terrifying old monk around, there was no way they would be able to become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Upon hearing Daoyuan's question, it was inappropriate for the Golden Wheel Dharma King to either answer or remain silent.

The word "torture" seems to have been created specifically for this moment.

Guo Jing looked at the other side with some excitement, while the other Jianghu inns and masters and heroes mostly had complicated expressions, and Huang Rong stared at the Golden Wheel Monk and his party with a half-smile.

After a long while, the Golden Wheel Monk finally couldn't withstand the pressure.

He looked up at the sky and sighed, then looked at Daoyuan.

"Master, you truly deserve to be called a high-ranking monk of Shaolin. This old monk concedes defeat. I will no longer contend for the title of Martial Arts Alliance Leader. Huodudarba, let's go!"

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a deafening roar of a lion rang out.

"Wait!"

Xuan Tong blocked the three people's path in a flash.

"Golden Wheel Monk, have you forgotten something? Shaolin Temple didn't come to you just to get involved in the matter of the martial arts alliance leader!"

'Exterminate the traitors!'

These four words resonated deeply in the hearts of all those in the martial arts world.

Only then did everyone realize that Shaolin Temple's original purpose was to keep these Tartars here!

Huo Du's expression changed.

"Shaolin monks, what a bloodthirsty nature they possess!"

The sarcastic remark had absolutely no effect.

Xuan Kong was like a smiling monk, with no trace of hostility on his face, but every word he uttered sealed off Huo Du's escape route.

“Monks are compassionate, but even Buddha has wrathful Vajra! They destroyed my temple gates, slaughtered my monks, ruined the purity of my Buddhist community, and stole the true scriptures from my temple. Shaolin and Vajra Temple have a blood feud of decades. What harm is there in a bloody killing once?”

These words made the surrounding crowd realize how formidable the monks could be when they got serious. Although the evil Fire-Worker Monk could no longer be brought to justice, the people of Vajra Temple were still punished.

Daoyuan opportunely continued to show off, making the high monk's presence known.

“Benefactor Huo, although you are disciples of the Vajra Temple and practice the martial arts stolen from my Shaolin, you are unaware of this.”

Hearing this, everyone thought that the old monk was being merciful and wanted to let them go. Huo Du was even secretly pleased. Only Huang Rong, Yang Guo, and the others had figured out the Shaolin monks' tricks. These monks would never let it go.

Sure enough, the next sentence plunged Huo into hell.

His face was compassionate despite the distance.

"Would the three of you be willing to follow this old monk into Shaolin Temple for nine days of Buddhist scripture baptism at the Bodhidharma Academy, followed by three years of facing the wall as a minor punishment? After that, you may enter the gates of my Shaolin Temple, but from then on, you shall never set foot off Shaoshi Mountain!"

The expressions of Jinlun Fawang and the others changed drastically. This was tantamount to forcing them to convert to Shaolin and be imprisoned for life. Just as they were about to speak, Daoyuan added another sentence.

"If you have any objections, you may also discard your ill-gotten martial arts skills, and I will allow you to return home. I believe that Benefactor Guo and all my fellow martial artists will give me this face!"

'That monk is ruthless!'

Everyone had the same thought, even the North American team who were unfamiliar with the culture!

The Golden Wheel Monk and his companions were so angry they were about to vomit blood.

For martial artists, losing their skills is more painful than losing their lives. Moreover, the more skilled a martial artist is, the weaker they become once their skills are lost, often becoming powerless and even shortening their lifespan.

Both choices are brutal.

While the atmosphere was lively, it was also inevitable that one's heart would become increasingly flustered.

'With such skill, even if someone were around to help, I doubt anyone could intervene!'