Immediately afterward, Qin Ze closed his palms, and an invisible force enveloped all the monks. They let out desperate cries, but to no avail. Under Qin Ze's palm, they gradually lost their life force, their bodies withered, and transformed into Bodhi fruits.
Qin Ze stood in front of the temple gate, his eyes filled with indifference and disdain.
He sneered, "These guys really aren't human!"
Immediately, Qin Ze kicked the temple gate hard, creating a deafening roar. The gate collapsed instantly under his force, sending splinters of wood flying and revealing the scene inside the temple.
Without hesitation, Qin Ze walked through the gate and immediately saw the eighteen strangely shaped monks. These monks were dressed in robes, but their faces all showed fierce expressions; clearly, they were full of hostility towards Qin Ze.
These eighteen monks, who called themselves the Eighteen Arhats, immediately assumed an attack stance, their eyes flashing with vigilance. They used Buddhist techniques to gather powerful spiritual energy and launched an attack on Qin Ze.
Qin Ze remained motionless, coldly observing the attacks as if they posed no threat whatsoever to him. His body seemed to have become an unbreakable wall, withstanding the attacks without wavering.
Every attack from the Buddhist techniques crashed down on Qin Ze, but he didn't even flinch. He seemed to be standing unharmed, as if caught in a storm.
This scene continued for some time. The attacks of the eighteen Arhats relentlessly bombarded Qin Ze, but he remained unmoved. He coldly watched the monks, as if mocking their incompetence.
Finally, the eighteen Arhats stopped their attack. Exhausted and panting, they stood there, while Qin Ze remained standing, without a single scratch.
Qin Ze sighed softly, pointed his finger, and instantly, the bodies of the eighteen Arhats vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of life.
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