Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

Anger arises from the heart, and evil thoughts spring from the gall!

Mingwang Kumārajīva quietly raised his left index finger, and a wisp of colorless true energy condensed at the fingertip.

It exuded a strange aura of desolation and devouring the vitality of all things, silently pointing towards Chen Mo.

The Formless Finger of Calamity!

One of the 72 Shaolin Arts, it is insidious and vicious, specifically designed to destroy internal energy. Those who are hit by it will have their entire bodies charred black as if burned.

This finger strike was swift, accurate, ruthless, and extremely stealthy, aiming to break through the surface and penetrate that damned invisible protective barrier!

"The Formless Finger of Calamity?"

Chen Mo had already sensed it the moment that wisp of annihilation finger force attacked.

"Is the Imperial Advisor no longer using the Flaming Blade?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Fine, then let this humble monk see whether your Formless Finger is more powerful, Grand Preceptor, or my One-Finger Divine Skill is superior!"

As he spoke, he swiftly pointed out with his right index finger!

A burst of pure, blazing Yang energy shot out from the fingertip, arriving first despite being delayed!

It is the unique skill of the Dali Duan family—One-Finger Divine Skill!

Whoosh—Bang!

The two finger-forces collided precisely in mid-air!

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a muffled burst of energy.

Chen Mo's pure Yang finger force instantly shattered and annihilated Mingwang Kumārajīva's Formless Finger with overwhelming force!

Pure Yang overcomes Yin and evil.

The aftershocks of the finger strike even rebounded and struck King Kumārajīva, forcing him to dodge to the side.

what? !

All the disciples of Dairinji Temple stared wide-eyed, hardly believing what they were seeing.

"How...how is this possible?!"

One of the disciples opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something, but the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.

His companion shuddered, instinctively rubbing his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating.

"The Formless Finger of Calamity... has been broken?!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The King of Light's Formless Finger Technique has reached its pinnacle, how could this be..."

"..."

The undisputed number one expert in Tibet was surprisingly at a disadvantage in a single exchange of finger strength.

If this were told to others, probably no one would believe it; it's utter nonsense!

Some of the younger disciples turned pale, their faith wavering at that moment.

Even the murderous elders were frozen in place, their faces filled with horror and disbelief.

The morale of the entire Dairin-ji Temple suffered an unprecedented blow under this single finger strike.

Chapter 25 Defeat! Enraged and humiliated!

Chen Mo smiled slightly, but instead of pressing his advantage, he dispersed the pure Yang finger power at his fingertips.

He grinned at the ashen-faced King Kumārajīva, but to King Kumārajīva, that smile was full of mockery and ridicule.

"The Imperial Preceptor's Flaming Blade and the Formless Finger are indeed as renowned as they say, truly broadening this humble monk's horizons."

He slowly raised his right hand, and a completely different yet equally unsettling aura began to gather on the edge of his palm.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate."

Chen Mo's voice was clear and melodious, "Grand Preceptor, please also take a look at this humble monk's novice... Flame Blade, what do you think?"

hiss--!

Everyone who heard this gasped in unison, their scalps tingling with fear!

"what?!"

"Flame Blade!!!"

"W-When did this kid learn the Flame Blade technique?!"

"..."

Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, the black and white flames on Chen Mo's palm became increasingly solid.

It's as if light and darkness, life and death, are compressed into that single line!

Sizzle—!

The ear-piercing sound of air being torn apart reappears!

A condensed blade of energy, not crimson but a mixture of black and white, slashed out from the edge of Chen Mo's palm!

It lacks the flamboyant and explosive power of the Kumārajīva Flaming Blade, but is more restrained and focused.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, the surrounding air seemed to be instantly sucked away, leaving behind a vacuum.

Not only that, even the light at the edges seemed to be distorted, exuding a chilling aura of destruction!

This strike was aimed directly at the wrathful king Kumārajīva!

"A petty trick, yet you dare to show off your limited skills before an expert?!"

King Kumārajīva snorted coldly, he did not believe that anyone could surpass him in the skill of the Flaming Blade.

"Flaming Blade!"

He roared, suppressing his surging blood and qi, and pushed his internal energy to its limit.

A crimson, blood-red flame blade aura slashed out horizontally, meeting the black and white blade aura head-on!

Rumble!!!

Two fiery blades, similar in nature yet completely different, collided violently in mid-air!

The violent shockwave suddenly spread out in a ring shape from the point of impact.

The disciples with weaker cultivation levels on the plaza were unable to withstand the shockwave and were directly blown away by the terrifying force of the air.

Even some elders had to use their internal energy to resist!

The light faded, and the energy subsided.

Everyone quickly looked over and saw that he was still standing in the same place, but the invisible aura around him rippled slightly before returning to calm.

On the other side, although King Kumārajīva was also standing in the same place, the lotus platform beneath his feet had cracked into a spider web pattern.

Several marks were also visible on his monk's robe, indicating that they had been torn by the dissipated sword energy.

What's most unacceptable is that a trickle of bright red blood is slowly seeping from the corner of his mouth!

He's injured!

The Tibetan National Preceptor, the Great Wheel King, was actually defeated when he faced off against others in a head-on clash with his signature move—the Flaming Blade!

Dead!

Utter silence!

If the finger force was broken just now, it could be said that the element was countered and that we were caught off guard.

Now, the defeat in a real clash of flame blades has completely shattered the hopes and beliefs of many.

Chen Mo looked at the bright red mark on the corner of Mingwang Kumārajīva's mouth, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha!"

"You flatter me, Imperial Preceptor!"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "This trip to Tibet has been very rewarding. I was able to exchange ideas with the National Preceptor and learn about many of the unique skills of Dalun Temple. It was a worthwhile trip indeed."

"Now that the bet is settled, I still have some trivial matters to attend to at Tianlong Temple, so I won't bother you any longer and will take my leave now."

After speaking, he slowly walked towards Bai Yu, Liao Chen, and Liao Yuan.

The three people remained frozen in place like clay or wooden sculptures, their eyes vacant, clearly still reeling from the shock.

It's unbelievable that my uncle (friend) is so powerful!

"Hey, let's go! Or are you planning to stay for lunch?!"

Chen Mo reached out and gently patted each of the three men on the shoulder in turn.

The three of them suddenly came to their senses.

Liao Chen took a deep breath and whispered, "Uncle-Master, we..."

Chen Mo smiled at them and said, "It's alright, let's go."

The voice just fell.

"Walk?"

A cold, sharp voice rang out, "When did I ever say you could leave?!"

King Kumārajīva wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face ashen, his eyes filled with murderous intent!

He absolutely cannot allow the secret techniques of Dairin-ji to be passed on!

"This boy has stolen the secret techniques of my Great Wheel Temple and even stole the supreme skills of our national master. His crimes are heinous!"

"All monks, heed my command!"

"Form the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation! Take them down for me!"

"Life and death are irrelevant!"

At his command, several powerful auras suddenly burst forth from the Scripture Pavilion!

It was the old monks who were guarding the scripture pavilion!

at the same time.