I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"boom!"

Zhan Rulai stomped his foot hard, and the hard bluestone slab shattered with a "crack" and created a deep pit!

Amidst the flying debris, his towering body, like a cannon fired from its barrel, hurtled straight at Jin's face with a suffocating, foul stench.

"I'll kill you first!"

"Thousands of thunders strike!"

He struck out with both palms in quick succession, and a series of muffled thunderclaps seemed to explode in the air!

The dark purple palm shadows intertwined into a net, each palm carrying a terrifyingly poisonous force capable of turning a person's internal organs into mud, completely sealing off Jin's escape route.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, Jin didn't even blink, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

"this one?"

Jin snorted coldly, and his figure suddenly became ethereal!

The wind has no form, and the clouds are ever-changing.

In an instant, a fierce whirlwind suddenly swept up from the high platform.

Jin's figure split into two, then into four, then into eight...

In an instant, all around the Battle Tathagata were afterimages swept up by the strong wind!

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

A series of rapid sounds of flesh colliding exploded like popping beans.

Although Zhan Rulai's "Killing Heart Thunder" was extremely fierce and could kill anyone who touched it, each palm strike, apart from shattering a few phantoms and stirring up a gust of wind, could not even touch the hem of Jin's clothes!

The frustrating feeling of punching cotton made him feel so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood.

In contrast, Jin's movements were so unpredictable that they resembled a whirlwind that was impossible to grasp.

The countless leg shadows were silent yet omnipresent, striking, sweeping, kicking, and chopping, all cunningly targeting Zhan Rulai's vital points!

"What kind of weird leg technique is that little beast using?!"

Zhan Rulai was terrified, feeling as if all he could see were sharp, blade-like wind blasts, making it impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake.

What terrified him even more was that the kid's leg strength possessed an extremely domineering penetrating power!

He had clearly used all his "Diamond Body Protection" to withstand several kicks, but he felt that the internal force was like an awl drilling directly into his bones, causing his blood and qi to churn.

"Damn it! We can't even catch a ghost!"

The more they fought, the more impatient the Buddha became.

His poisonous palm technique is all about head-on confrontation, but now he can't even get close to his opponent. He has a world-destroying poisonous skill but nowhere to use it, which is extremely frustrating!

Just as Zhan Rulai's powerful palm strike missed its mark, his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to be generated, a cold glint shone brightly in his golden eyes!

The countless leg shadows suddenly converged, transforming into a fierce and incomparable gale!

"boom!"

A powerful downward kick, like a giant axe splitting a mountain, slammed down on Zhan Rulai's hastily raised arms that were crossed to protect his chest!

Zhan Rulai felt as if his arms had been struck by an iron mountain, and his bones groaned as if they could not bear the weight.

He carved two deep furrows into the hard stone slab with his feet, and took seven or eight steps back before he could barely regain his balance.

The entire hall fell silent instantly. All the monks stared wide-eyed at the scene as if it were a monster.

The peerless demon Zhan Rulai, who pierced the heart of the abbot of Lingkong Temple with a single slap, was actually kicked back by this young man?!

Zhan Rulai steadied himself, felt a sweet taste in his throat, and almost vomited blood, but he swallowed it back down.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he stared intently at Jin, who had landed gracefully, his eyes surging with murderous intent.

"Good...good legwork!" He shook his slightly numb arms, gritting his teeth to save face.

"I'm here today to compete for the position of alliance leader, I don't have time to waste on a junior like you!"

"Once I've secured my position as the alliance leader, I'll come back and break your legs!"

After saying that, he snorted coldly, took advantage of the momentum to leap backward, and retreated back to the center of the high platform.

Jin crossed his arms, completely ignoring his harsh words, a cold, extremely mocking smile playing on his lips:

"If you can't beat them, just admit it. Don't act all high and mighty."

"The ring is here. If you dare to come, I'll take you on."

Zhan Rulai was so enraged by this merciless mockery that his veins bulged, and he was about to lash out.

In the brief silence, a roar of extreme grief and anger suddenly erupted from the crowd:

"You beast! You abused your power and disrupted the assembly. Today, I will punish you on behalf of my deceased master!"

"boom!"

An old monk, dressed in a brocade robe and holding a water-and-fire vajra, leaped onto the high platform like an angry Vajra, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Zhan Rulai.

A low gasp immediately rose from the audience:

"It's Master Yuantong!"

"He and Zhan Rulai were taught by the same master!"

"Alas, Zhan Rulai was expelled from his sect back then because of his cruel nature, but who would have thought that he would become a demon king today..."

Zhan Rulai glanced at him sideways and spat disdainfully on the ground:

"Bullshit!"

"That old geezer taught you real skills back then, but made me fetch water and chop wood. Did he ever treat me like a disciple?"

"You piece of trash, you dare to talk to me about cleaning up our ranks?"

"You wicked creature! Prepare to die!"

Enraged, Yuantong's beard stood on end, his inner energy erupted, and the incredibly heavy Vajra pestle in his hand, carrying a howling storm and immense force, slammed down on Zhan Rulai!

Faced with a blow that could shatter a millstone into dust, Zhan Rulai didn't even try to dodge.

He grinned maliciously, pulled the huge iron wine jug from his waist with one hand, and without even looking at it, slammed it up!

"when--!"

The deafening clang of metal against metal resounded throughout the stadium, sparks flying everywhere!

Yuantong's powerful demon-subduing pestle, which was as strong as a thunderbolt, was actually held up in mid-air by this inconspicuous wine pot, and could not be pressed down even an inch!

"Old man, go down and keep that old devil company!"

Zhan Rulai let out a wild roar, and terrifying internal energy instantly poured into the wine pot.

With a violent flick of his wrist, the iron wine pot, like a shooting star, swept away the Vajra pestle and, with undiminished momentum, slammed into Yuantong's chest with a suffocating gust of wind!

"Snap—Pfft!"

A chilling sound of bones cracking rang out.

The iron wine jug was like a battering ram, instantly smashing Yuantong's chest and leaving a deep dent!

The protective aura shattered like a piece of paper, and the violent power passed through his body, causing a large, strange bulge to appear on Yuantong's back!

Before Yuantong could even let out a scream, his eyes bulged out, and blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs gushed out. He fell like a piece of rotten wood into the crowd below the stage and died on the spot!

"Senior Brother!!!" Several monks below the stage rushed forward, trembling with grief and indignation at the sight of Yuantong's tragic death.

"Zhan Rulai, you heartless beast!"

The monks were enraged once again, and the situation was about to spiral out of control.

"Oh dear! Masters, please don't be hasty, please don't be hasty!"

Accompanied by an extremely greasy fake laugh, the Laughing Buddha of Xiling rolled out, waving a tattered palm-leaf fan.

He smiled broadly and bowed repeatedly to the crowd, looking just like a pimp:

"Please don't throw mud at me!"

"My master isn't indiscriminately killing innocent people; he's 'cleaning house'!"

He dropped his smile, feigning deep sorrow, and pointed at the corpse on the ground, cursing:

"Don't be fooled by Yuantong's respectable appearance. Behind the scenes, he uses the temple's name to ruthlessly exploit the people, causing countless deaths!"

"Rather than letting him tarnish the reputation of Buddhism, it's better to let him go see Buddha and apologize sooner!"

As he spoke, Xiling Xiaofo pulled a tattered account book from his robes as if by magic, strode over to the corpse, and arrogantly threw the account book onto Yuantong's unseeing face.

"See that!"

"The evidence, in black and white, is irrefutable proof of this old man's embezzlement and corruption!"

"My master is acting on behalf of Heaven!"

"Nonsense! Master Yuantong lived a life of poverty; how could he allow you, a wicked monk, to throw filthy water on him!"

One of the martial monks, wielding a staff, could no longer bear it and pointed at the Laughing Buddha of Xiling, cursing angrily.

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling rolled his eyes, pointed his tattered palm-leaf fan at the martial monk, and arrogantly shouted:

"What? The ledger is right here, and you still want to deny it?"

"If you're not convinced, come up here and have a go with my master!"

The monk was immediately speechless. He glanced at Zhan Rulai, who looked like a demon god beside him, and swallowed the rest of his words, his face turning bright red.

Zhan Rulai watched his disciple showing off with cold eyes and scoffed disdainfully:

"Laughing Buddha, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"With these trash like this, even if I killed them for fun, who would dare utter a sound?"

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling quickly turned around, bowing and scraping obsequiously, and said:

"Master, your divine power is unparalleled, of course they wouldn't dare utter a single fart."

"But we're here to be the leaders of the alliance, so we still have to go through the motions of 'persuading with reason,' haha!"

The two men's shameless act finally drove the monks to a dead end.

"Nonsense! If such a bloodthirsty fiend becomes the leader, we will all be doomed!"

"Everyone! This demon, Zhan Rulai, is too ruthless. No one can defeat him in a one-on-one fight! If you want to live, let's all gang up on him and fight him to the death!"

In the crowd, an old monk raised his arm and shouted, and immediately everyone responded!

"Alright! Let's fight him!"

"To eliminate demons and uphold justice, let us do this today!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In an instant, more than a dozen top martial monks from various temples, their eyes bloodshot, shattered their upper garments and leaped onto the high platform like wolves and tigers, surrounding the Buddha!

"Mighty Vajra Finger!"

"Great Compassion Dragon Claw Hand!"

"The Thirty-Six Styles of Demon-Subduing Staff!"

"Dragon-Subduing Arhat Fist!"

In an instant, the true energy on the high platform went berserk, and the strong wind tore through the air with a piercing shriek!

More than a dozen Buddhist techniques poured down like a torrential downpour.

Sharp finger strikes, chilling claw shadows, and heavy iron staffs intertwine to form an impenetrable meat grinder, determined to crush Zhan Rulai to pieces!

"Hahaha! Well done!"

"A bunch of idiots dare to show off their skills in front of me?!"

Faced with this overwhelming killing intent, Zhan Rulai did not retreat but advanced.

His bones emitted a terrifying crackling sound, like popping beans, and his eyes suddenly turned a horrifying purplish-black as he roared to the sky:

"I'll send you all to meet Buddha!"

"Thousand-Armed Tathagata!"

"boom--!"

Centered on Zhan Rulai, a purplish-black poisonous gas shot straight into the sky like a volcanic eruption!

His massive body suddenly spun at high speed, his palms transforming into countless phantom images.

In an instant, it seemed as if hundreds of arms had truly sprouted from his back, like a dark, thousand-armed Guanyin who had fallen to the mortal realm!

Each palm strike was as black as ink, carrying a nauseatingly sweet and pungent poisonous odor, crashing violently in all directions with overwhelming force!

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The muffled thuds of flesh breaking together formed a continuous sound.

That seemingly indestructible "net of heaven and earth" was like a piece of torn paper used to cover a window in front of the "Thousand-Handed Tathagata," collapsing at the slightest touch!

"ah--!"

A piercing, desperate scream tore through the air. A dozen or so experts, who had been so aggressive just moments before, were swept back like leaves in a whirlwind, crashing back at twice the speed they had come from!

Some crashed into the stone seat of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, shattering the lotus pedestal into pieces;

Some of them smashed through the wooden pillars of the platform, spitting out black blood as they fell to the ground.

Even more terrifying, these dozen or so people all had a clear, dark purple palm print on their chests, faces, and arms!

The skin around the palm print was bubbling, festering, and oozing pus at a visible speed, and the sizzling sound made one's scalp crawl.

"My hand! My hand is rotting! Aaaaaah!"

"What a vicious poison! My inner energy has completely dissipated... Help..."

More than a dozen experts were writhing and screaming in agony in the pool of blood; the scene was like a living hell.

The entire place was deathly silent, the air thick with the pungent smell of blood and poison.

Everyone was utterly terrified by Zhan Rulai's terrifying power, which was like a demon god descending to earth.

One person fights against more than a dozen top masters, wiping them all out in one move. What the hell is the point of fighting?!

Zhan Rulai slowly withdrew his stance, clapped his hands, and looked arrogantly at the trembling monks below the stage, sneering:

"Anyone else fearless? Keep going!"

The entire room was deathly silent; not a single person dared to breathe.

Amidst this oppressive and despairing atmosphere, Xiling Xiaofo emerged as if nothing had happened.

Holding a jade bottle in his hands, he swayed his obese body among the heavily injured monks rolling on the ground, pulling out dark, murky pills while hypocritically shouting:

"Oh dear! Masters, please calm down!"

"My master has a fiery temper and doesn't hold back, damaging everyone's inner energy. What a sin!"

"Come on, everyone, open your mouths."

"This is my Xiling Temple's unique 'Heart-Clearing and Detoxifying Pill.' Take one and you'll be lively and energetic again!"

"If you don't eat it... within half an incense stick's time, this poisonous fire will attack your hearts, and you'll all turn into a puddle of stinking water!"

The audience below watched as the master and apprentice, one committing murder and the other delivering drugs, put on a charade of devouring people without spitting out the bones, and were so angry they wanted to grind their teeth to dust.

But the antidote was a matter of life and death. Those poisoned experts didn't care about dignity anymore. They scrambled for the pills like wild dogs and swallowed them.

With our lives in their hands, who would dare to compete for the position of alliance leader?