But in reality, both Xuanwei Zhenren and Fakong have almost reached the limit of martial artists. Such beings are simply not something that can be contended with by numbers.
Therefore, even if Xuanyuan Valley God truly becomes the leader of the martial arts alliance, he still cannot compare with the Taoist and Buddhist sects.
Now that he has died at Yang Cheng's hands, at least he has died a worthy death. If he were to become the leader of the martial arts alliance and then be defeated, the psychological blow would be enough to break Xuanyuan Valley God.
At this moment, Yang Cheng was completely enveloped in boundless aura and Buddhist light, his entire body was covered by it, and his figure could not even be seen.
But the next moment, among the countless Buddha lights, a golden ray of light that was even more dazzling than Fakong's Buddha light burst forth.
The Prison Suppression Barrier opened up its defenses, and at the same time, the Yin-Yang Barrier was also released. The two forces merged into one, and the black-gold light completely dissolved Fakong's internal energy.
“Great monk, it’s no use. You should be able to touch a trace of the ultimate power of martial arts, but you still can’t fully comprehend it.”
This kind of power is something that even a martial artist's internal energy and qi cannot shake; the levels of power are completely different. How can you possibly fight against it?
Yang Cheng strode forward step by step, protected by the Prison Suppression Barrier and the Yin-Yang Barrier. This level of qi was no match for him.
There are countless kinds of power inheritances in the cycle of reincarnation, but the strongest is always the divine inheritance.
Therefore, the power of divine inheritance is almost unbeatable, and it can gain the upper hand in any confrontation with any power.
The Soul-Severing Spear in Yang Cheng's hand gleamed with sharpness. With the power of his golden body, his bloodthirsty aura soared into the sky. The spear swept across, and the demonic shadows howled. In an instant, Fa Kong's Arhat Dharma form was completely torn apart!
He spat out a mouthful of blood and took a step back.
The Soul-Severing Spear, imbued with chilling, ghostly power, arrived before Fakong the next moment, its sharp tip even reflected in Fakong's eyes.
With a sharp shout, Fakong slammed his staff down with tremendous force, unleashing a burst of golden Buddhist light.
At the same time, golden light emanated from Fakong's body. With the blessing of Shaolin Temple's indestructible golden light, Fakong's power was also enhanced to the extreme.
Shaolin Temple is famous for its body-refining techniques, and Fakong, as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, naturally put a lot of effort into this, and his close combat strength is also extremely powerful.
His staff flew up and down with great force and unparalleled power. He used a set of Dragon Subduing Staff Techniques almost perfectly, without finding the slightest flaw.
Unfortunately, this perfection only applies to opponents of the same level.
Under Yang Cheng's absolute power, Fakong's staff was riddled with holes.
A flash of blood-red light appeared on Yang Cheng's Soul-Severing Spear, and a sharp blood shadow suddenly erupted. The power of annihilation traveled along the spear and instantly slammed into the Zen staff in Fa Kong's hand, shattering it instantly.
That wasn't all. The power of annihilation seeped into Fakong's body along the Zen staff, and instantly a strange sensation of flesh and blood being torn apart came over him.
Fakong watched helplessly as his golden hands were torn apart, his flesh began to crack, and large amounts of blood gushed out.
Fa Kong acted decisively, golden light emanating from his arms as his entire body's energy gathered within them to resist the power of Lu Jue.
However, his strength suddenly diminished, and Yang Cheng pierced his abdomen with a spear, sending him flying.
"Abbot!"
The Shaolin disciples immediately exclaimed in surprise.
The next moment, more than ten gray-robed old monks rushed out of Shaolin Temple and formed a battle formation to attack Yang Cheng.
"The Shaolin Temple truly has a rich cultural heritage."
Yang Cheng could tell that these old monks were all in their eighties or nineties, and many were even over a hundred years old.
Although some of them have even begun to show signs of decline, they still possess considerable strength. Even with their vital energy waning, they can still muster a fraction of the power they had at their peak.
"These old monks from Shaolin Temple have no martial ethics and they even want to attack the Grand Commander! Everyone, attack together!"
When Song Joong-ki saw Yang Cheng being surrounded, he immediately shouted, calling on everyone to join the attack.
However, Yang Cheng shook his head and said, "Continue to surround Shaolin Temple, no need to take action."
Although these old monks looked decayed and seemed to be on the verge of death, once they unleashed their full power, they were truly beyond the ability of Yin Wuxie and the others to withstand.
So it's better to watch from the sidelines than to let them do it themselves; Yang Cheng will have the resources to deal with them all on his own.
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