Despite the fact that his two disciples had been severely injured and crippled by Yang Cheng, Baosheng Batu's face remained calm and composed, showing little sign of grief.
After helping Chaoge down, Baosheng Batu put his hands together and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, this humble monk was only concerned about the safety of his disciple, and did not intend to interfere in the duel."
"This humble monk never expected that in a mere sparring match, Lord Yang would be so ruthless, seeking to take a life right from the start."
Yang Cheng looked at Baosheng Batu with a mocking smile: "Great monk, monks don't lie. What you're saying is too hypocritical."
Nazamud showed no mercy when he attacked, crippling Shangguan Ling and Chu Wenze.
For a martial artist, you should know what the consequences are if your dantian cultivation is destroyed—you'll be a cripple for life!
Even if they don't die, their lives afterward will be worse than death.
He who kills will be killed; what goes around comes around.
"What, are you Tibetan monks allowed to use ruthless methods, while I have to hold back?"
Yang Cheng's retort made many important officials of the Great Zhou feel secretly pleased, and even Emperor Zhou Heng felt very satisfied.
Unexpectedly, Yang Cheng was not only powerful in martial arts, but also had a sharp tongue.
Only Zhang Xiren frowned slightly.
Because his good friend Huang Yunchang was crushed to death by Yang Cheng's words and a fabricated charge!
Of course, Yang Cheng is fighting for the face and dignity of the Great Zhou right now, so even if he has a deep-seated prejudice against Yang Cheng, he will not kick him when he is down.
Baosheng Batu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Alright! This time I am in the wrong. Lord Yang, are you willing to fight me again?"
"This humble monk does not intend to engage in a war of attrition. If Lord Yang feels he is overexerted, he can rest before returning to the field."
When Wendusu saw Baosheng Batu acting on his own initiative, his expression changed, and he quickly whispered behind him, "Master, are you really confident that you can defeat Yang Cheng?"
If not, I'll use words to shut up the mouths of the Great Zhou Emperor's important officials. We can avoid this battle; at least we won't lose face for the Golden Horde.
These people from the Central Plains value face above all else; we don't want to fight, and they're too embarrassed to force us to.
Baosheng Batu stared straight at Yang Cheng and said calmly, "It's easy to shut up the mouths of the Great Zhou court, but how can we shut up the mouths of the people in the martial arts world?"
The Golden Horde valued its reputation, and so did my Vajra Minglun Temple.
My disciple suffered a crushing defeat. If I, as his master, do not intervene, I will completely lose face.
"Please rest assured, envoy, if the Great Khan blames me in the future, I will bear the responsibility alone."
Wen Dusu looked bitter, but dared not offer any more advice.
The Vajra Mind Wheel Temple was the state religion of the Golden Horde, and it was said that the power behind it was terrifying, so much so that even the Great Khan treated it with utmost respect.
So even if Baosheng Batu loses today's battle, no one will blame him, but Wendusu is definitely going to be in trouble.
Yang Cheng picked up the Imperial Guard's sword, shook his head, and said, "No need to rest. Dealing with these two guys is just a warm-up."
But you'd better watch out, Great Monk, if we fight again this round, no one will be able to stop me.
Baosheng Batu clasped his hands together, and a faint light emanated from his body, giving him a dignified and solemn appearance.
"Benefactor Yang, you must also be careful, this time no one can stop this humble monk either!"
As Baosheng Batu finished speaking, his aura suddenly changed.
His eyes were fierce, radiating intense Buddhist light, like the wrathful gaze of a Vajra.
The next moment, Baosheng Batu moved, his golden-red monk's robe leaving only a blur as he instantly appeared in front of Yang Cheng, so fast that ordinary people couldn't even see him.
The left hand forms the Vajra Mudra, and the right hand forms the Skanda Mudra.
With both fists striking down simultaneously, the Buddha's light shone, and the qi scattered in all directions. The power was like thunder rising from the ground, terrifying beyond measure.
Yang Cheng's gaze sharpened.
The blood oath erupted instantly, and he raised his sword to block.
Yang Cheng immediately felt an extremely strong force impacting the blade, blasting his entire body away.
If it weren't for the fact that the Imperial Guard's saber was strong enough, even those two fist imprints would have been enough to shatter ordinary high-level weapons!
Baosheng Batu stepped forward and chased after him, uttering the six-syllable mantra repeatedly.
"Om Mani Padme Hum!"
Both are six-syllable mantras, but Chaoge can only affect the surrounding spiritual energy fluctuations, while Baosheng Batu's six-syllable mantra can suppress all surrounding spiritual energy.
Yang Cheng himself seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and even his figure and speed began to slow down.
Baosheng Batu raised a finger and pointed it at Yang Cheng's forehead.
This finger, though seemingly slow, seemed to pierce through space and time. In the blink of an eye, it had reached Yang Cheng's brow!
The secret teachings of Vajra Minglun Temple: the wondrous Vajra Finger!
Just when everyone thought that Yang Cheng's head would be pierced by this finger, Yang Cheng's body suddenly turned grayish-white, and a cold and chilling aura suddenly descended.
The body of Ying Gou!
The Vajra of Wonderful Doctrine struck Yang Cheng's head with a dull, rumbling sound, like muffled thunder.
Yang Cheng's forehead was dented, but he seemed to feel no pain at all. He swept out his Imperial Guard sword, its sharp edge aimed at him!
Baosheng Batu's complexion finally showed some subtle changes.
He hurriedly retreated, but a dim yellow light seeped into his body from Yang Cheng's body.
A cold, chilling aura seeped into Baosheng Batu's body, causing him to suddenly freeze. The Imperial Guard's knife grazed his skin, tearing his monk's robe and leaving a deep bloody gash.
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