"Bang!"

Li Ming remained calm and unconcerned, retaliating with a punch of astonishing power that caused the void to collapse and even the stars in the sky to tremble.

They just started fighting this super quasi-emperor like that?

Everyone stared wide-eyed, and the people from the Temple of Gods and Demons even showed disdain.

The gray-haired old man possessed unparalleled strength, and his understanding of the Dao had reached an inconceivable level. His combat prowess was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

But soon, everything that happened on the field overturned his understanding.

The fist imprint swept across the sky, shattering all laws and even destroying the enormous palm print.

"Such a powerful physique. Even the ancient demon god's son at the same level is not this strong."

The gray-haired old man exclaimed in surprise, saying, "I originally thought that the Chaos Body had used other methods, but it seems that His Highness the Divine Child's defeat was not unjust."

"You're not bad either. I thought you were too old to be of any use, but I didn't expect you to be so strong."

Li Ming was also secretly alarmed; the opponent's strength was extraordinary, unlike that of an old man.

It seems he underestimated everyone. The other party has undoubtedly pushed his potential to the limit, and his combination of Dao and power is terrifying.

"If I hadn't drunk the Divine Demon Elixir before I came, I probably wouldn't have been able to hold on by now."

The two fought fiercely, causing the heavens and earth to tremble. The gray-haired old man couldn't help but reveal the truth.

The Divine Demon Liquid is a treasure of the Divine Demon Palace, possessing the same miraculous effects as the Thunder Tribulation Liquid. For a martial artist in his later years, it can further enhance his abilities, unleashing power even stronger than at his peak. The downside is that it depletes his life force, causing his already limited lifespan to shrink even further.

However, the gray-haired old man clearly didn't care about this. In his youth, he was a martial arts fanatic who was virtually invincible.

He hadn't had such a satisfying battle in many years. Despite the opponent's extraordinary strength, he was fearless and grew stronger with each fight. He activated both divine and demonic powers, his entire body flashing with crimson light, resembling a humanoid tyrannosaurus, which was extremely terrifying.

Amidst the roar, his body glowed like the sun, and he hurtled towards Li Ming.

His power was much stronger than before. He pushed his bloodline power to its limit, and an imperial might erupted, overwhelming the eight directions.

He is actually a descendant of immortal gods and demons, possessing supreme majesty.

Li Ming also got serious, unleashing a Six Paths Reincarnation Fist. As his fist moved, the stars in the universe moved, and all things in the world followed the intent of his fist, even time itself was affected, it was terrifying beyond measure.

Everyone was stunned.

"What kind of fist technique is this? The Six Paths of Reincarnation?"

"Extremely powerful and unyielding, transcending everything, this is even more terrifying than the legendary Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!"

Li Ming's punch amazed countless people.

His comprehension has reached a transcendent level. This Six Paths Reincarnation Fist is clearly a blend of his own understanding, and in his hands it can unleash even more terrifying power than the original move.

The fist's intent is invincible; this is the majestic will that suppresses the three thousand great paths.

This sight shocked all the powerful figures in the area. They were all discerning individuals who could tell the power of the punch with just a fleeting glance.

"boom!"

This was an extreme clash of power. Li Ming was not afraid of divine might, and his punch shook the heavens and the stars.

The gray-haired old man's body trembled, and he showed an incredulous expression. Then, with a muffled groan, he staggered backward, blood flowing uncontrollably from his wounds.

He had mixed feelings. He had fought bloody battles across the eight wastelands, conquered many great realms, and challenged countless heroes. His body had been tempered in every way, and his martial arts skills had been refined through countless trials.

In some places, even powerful figures cannot sleep soundly upon hearing his name.

Unexpectedly, he returned to his peak with the help of the divine liquid, wanting to use his remaining energy one last time, but was beaten so badly by such a young junior that he almost died on the spot.

If it weren't for his extensive experience, profound cultivation, and the power of the Divine Demon Liquid, which prevented the body from shattering, he might have already died a gruesome death on the spot and become a laughingstock.

Next, he stopped trying to fight with his physical body and decided to reveal his trump card.

At that moment, the sound of a bell resounded throughout the vast land, extremely solemn and sacred, and deeply moving.

"when……"

It was the sound of a small, ancient bell, but no one present dared to underestimate it.

"Good heavens, these monks actually brought the Thunder Sound Ancient Bell..."

Some people who saw this object couldn't help but click their tongues in amazement.

This is the most precious treasure of Xiaoleiyin Temple. Legend has it that it was originally just an ordinary object, but after being worshipped for countless years and refined by various Buddhist emperors, it has become a veritable imperial weapon with supreme power.

"Amitabha, why must you fight to such an extent? Once the imperial weapons are deployed, countless corpses will be left floating in the water. You must not act recklessly."

The old monk chanted Buddhist mantras, his face full of compassion.

Li Ming glanced at it and found it somewhat amusing.

Good grief, you were the first to pull out an imperial weapon to intimidate people, and you still have the nerve to talk.

However, it is clear that these people also know that he actually possesses an imperial weapon, so they have gone to great lengths to suppress him, bringing their own imperial weapons with them.

The gray-haired old man's earlier move was more of a test of his skill.

Ultimately, the key to victory lies in one's inherent strength and resources.

This is also why immortal forces are so extraordinary. Their foundation is something that some holy lands can never match. A single imperial weapon is enough to crush you, not to mention super immortal forces like Little Thunder Temple and the God and Demon Palace, which possess more than one imperial weapon.

"What an arrogant attitude! Is the high-ranking Buddhist monk from Little Western Paradise warning me?"

Li Ming sneered. He had no problem with Buddhism, but he was very unhappy with this kind of behavior.

Competition among the elite is inherently a dog-eat-dog world.

Your Buddhist sect and the Temple of Gods and Demons act as if you've never killed anyone, yet you've had plenty of bloody battles fought over the Dao.

The old monk paused for a moment, but his eyes remained calm and his heart was not startled. He calmly said:

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, do not lose your true self because of power, lest you fall into demonic possession..."

"Oh, if I am a demon, then you will suppress me?"

Li Ming smiled.

"The Buddha saves all sentient beings and eliminates all calamities."

The old monk remained in deep meditation, unmoved.

Clearly, he was fearless, exuding composure and confidence.

But Li Ming was also curious about when the other party would finally reveal their true intentions.

After all, what are these monks willing to travel all this way for?

Isn't it all for the sacred Bodhi tree...?

The other party didn't want to break off relations, mainly because they were wary of his Azure Emperor Weapon and feared he might have some other trump cards up his sleeve, since this was, after all, his stronghold.

"All forms are illusions; your spiritual practice is not yet complete."

"Forget it, I'm not going to play Zen riddles with you, you old monk."

Li Ming shook his head and threw a punch.

It seems simple, but the moment it is made, it stirs up all things.

The old monk's expression changed, and with a wave of his robe, a vast expanse of golden light transformed into a waterfall that blocked his path.

With a bang, the golden light shattered completely.

Everyone's expression changed; they hadn't expected Li Ming's sudden attack.

Li Ming said coldly, "Buddha wants to save all sentient beings, but I don't need to. I think you are the one who needs to be saved. Let me help you cut off your distracting thoughts and see Buddha!"