Why do I have so many masters?

Inside Shaolin Temple.

Wu Changqing looked at Wang Anfeng lying on the ground, his body covered in blood, as silver needles burst forth, nearly tearing the heavens and earth into silent, finely shredded pieces, and they steadily landed on the major acupoints around Wang Anfeng.@@novelbin@@

The best Divine Doctor in the world, after twenty-one years, had gone all out once again.

"Luoyu, go fetch the herbs!"

Before the words had even finished, Hong Luoyu had already risen up, with the spectral vision of a roc spreading its wings behind him, swirling up thousands of miles, and in a blink, he had returned, the winds of heaven and earth blocking the surrounding impurities, the purest breeze gently enveloping the young man.

Wang Anfeng's almost extinguished breath gradually stabilized.

The scholar in green robes slowly bent down and moved the blood-stained black hair away from Wang Anfeng's cheek.

The youth seemed to sense something and opened his eyes.

They were still dull and lightless, and he smiled, saying,

"I'm sorry..."

"Master."

"I've embarrassed you again, haven't I?"

The scholar's hand suddenly stiffened.

............

Outside.

The violent Qi Force gradually calmed down.

The sky was clear for miles.

Including the "Match for Yama" and other Martial Artists below Third Rank, they were directly vomited blood under this most straightforward and simple impact of Inner Strength, collapsing on the ground, their breath rapidly weakening. The Inner Strength of Buddhism, righteous and outright, once cultivated to the Upper Third Rank, tolerated not a speck of impurity.

Those in front of him, directly struck by the Inner Strength of Buddhism, all had their internal organs ruptured, vomiting blood and collapsing, dead in an instant.

Only Wei Changkong from the Fire Refining Sect, despite his severe injuries, was leaning on a long blade in his hand for support on the ground, not yet dead.

His face was deathly pale yet defiant, trying to say something, but spouted a mouthful of fresh blood instead.

Though he belonged to the Evil Sect, his nature was unusually upright. The people he had killed were all due to enmities in Jianghu; he never tainted himself with the lives of the innocent. Hence, under this first strike, he was only severely injured and not dead, while the other experts he brought were all dead on the spot.

Out of nearly a hundred people, only he was not yet dead.

The first move.

Before this, the Upper Third Rank experts from the Four Symbols Pavilion had already retreated violently; his body trembled, telling him to run, run, desperately run.

The old man's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Not an opponent!

Not an opponent at all!

He was facing someone who was at the pinnacle among the Upper Third Rank, a peerlessly strong fighter!

An invisible yet profound pressure continued.

In that moment, he seemed to see again in Wangxian County the furious punch of a raging tiger, the crazed punches of Liu Wuqiu, who had lost everything but his heart of Martial Arts became even tougher, his heart ferociously trembling.

Having once faced a Grandmaster Level fist technique, the instant Ci killed dozens of Martial Artists around him, it almost instantly shattered the resistance in his heart.

His eyes were filled with blood vessels.

His steps were but a void tap in the air, and he had already sprinted unknowably far ahead. With normal human vision, it was already unclear. With a tip of his toe, his body split into dozens, hundreds of figures, scrambling to escape in different directions; this was his fundamental life-saving skill that had helped him escape death many times.

However, behind him, the monk in gray robes did not pursue, his eyes slightly closed.

His right hand raised, he slowly retracted it to his waist.

His body stooped lower, striking a horse stance.

His breathing slowly steadied as he allowed the Upper Third Rank expert to flee. The mental method of Buddhism required a mindset as clear as the sky, but at this moment, he was hardly able to remain untroubled.

A child in plain clothes knelt before him, his expression respectful.

"A master for a day, a father for life."

"There is only one father, and a master cannot be acknowledged lightly."

The young man in blue robes lay in a pool of blood, his gaze scattered, his body having no intact place left.

Yet he was still smiling.

Sorry... Master.

Your disciple can no longer be filial to you.

The monk's right hand slowly clenched.

All around, the heavens and earth momentarily solidified, and behind him, the heavens and earth solidified, the massive momentum gathering towards the knuckles of his right fist, continuously solidifying. This punch was this realm, the surging punch merged into the heavens and earth.

This heaven and earth, were this punch.

His eyes suddenly widened, fiery light fiercely burning in the monk's eyes.

A punch suddenly smashed forward.

The Qi Force was like a dragon.

Between heaven and earth, the fierce undefeated punch instantly broke through the spatial barriers, striking directly at the waist and abdomen of the man in the green robe. His face turned ghostly pale, the utterly righteous force instantly shattered all his inner strength inside, instantly stopping him in his spot, unable to move.

Ci took a step forward, his figure instantly appearing in front of the man in the green robe.

In the air, Inner Strength resonated behind him, sketching heaven and earth, creating spectral figures. Atop was a seven-knotted bun, with braided hair draping over the left shoulder, left eye narrowed, lower teeth biting the upper lip, displaying a wrathful demeanor, carrying fierce fire, right hand holding a sword, left hand holding a rope, in the posture of Cease Troubles.

This was Vajrapani...

The Wrathful Vajrapani!

Ci lifted his right hand as Inner Strength surged within him.

"Greed, anger, ignorance, love, evil, the five toxins are obstacles."

"Foolish child, foolish child, if you could see through this final barrier, you could attain the fruit of Arhat."

In memory, facing the critique from the Abbot and his Master, the young man raised his hand and whispered:

"I cannot comprehend."

"Is it that you cannot comprehend, or you do not wish to?"

"The mortal world is full of suffering. I do not wish to comprehend. The world does not need another Arhat but needs a King."

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