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

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"How could my Great Art of Dissolving Power be ineffective against you?!"

He could feel that the poisonous energy he had poured into the past vanished without a trace the moment it touched the other person's body, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Not only did it have no effect whatsoever, but... it was as if it had been 'eaten' by the other party?!

This completely overturned Ding Chunqiu's understanding!

His "Dissolving Power Technique" was invincible; even renowned martial arts masters would have no chance of survival if they were hit by it.

What... what kind of monster is this little monk?!

Chen Mo took the blow head-on simply because he wanted to personally test just how powerful the Dissolving Power Technique really was.

But as soon as Ding Chunqiu's poisonous true energy entered his body, it was instantly devoured by his own powerful Nirvana True Energy, without even causing a ripple.

The poisonous power of this Dissolving Power Technique is utterly insignificant in the face of Nirvana True Qi.

"Heh, it seems your Dissolving Power Technique is just so-so."

Chen Mo said calmly, his contemptuous tone almost making Ding Chunqiu vomit blood.

Upon seeing this, the onlookers in the distance snapped out of their shock and erupted in even louder exclamations.

"Holy crap, it actually blocked it?!"

"This... just who is this little monk? How could he withstand the Dissolving Power Technique without getting hurt?!"

"Even the Starry Sky Old Monster couldn't do anything to him, just how strong is he?"

"Could it be... a Grandmaster?!"

The moment the word 'Grandmaster' was uttered, the previously noisy scene instantly fell silent.

The air froze for a moment, followed by a surge of deeper disbelief and instinctive repulsion.

Grandmaster?

What a joke!

That is a towering figure in the martial arts world, a realm that countless martial artists can only dream of reaching in their entire lives.

Looking across the entire martial arts world, there are very few masters who are openly recognized, and each of them is a big shot who is famous in his own right.

How old is this little monk?

Judging from his appearance, he is only eighteen or nineteen years old. Even if he started practicing martial arts in the womb, how many years of true energy could he have accumulated?

The way of martial arts requires not only talent, but also the refinement of time.

These people have been struggling in the underworld for decades, yet they're still stuck in the first or second tier.

How could such a young monk possibly be a master?

"No... that can't be, right?"

A burly man wielding a steel knife muttered, his voice hoarse, "How difficult is it to reach the Grandmaster realm?"

"Even the abbot of Shaolin Temple hasn't broken through to the Grandmaster realm..."

"He must possess some extraordinary skill that perfectly counters Old Monster Ding's Dissolving Power Technique!"

Someone nearby immediately chimed in, trying to find a reasonable explanation.

"All martial arts in the world have their strengths and weaknesses, and it's not necessarily true that someone's skill far surpasses that of the Star Constellation Old Monster!"

"That's right!"

"Perhaps he has cultivated some kind of protective divine skill, making him immune to all poisons?"

“That makes sense. I have heard of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill of Shaolin Temple. If one practices it to a high level, it will have this effect?”

"It could also be..."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, their voices hurried, as if they were trying to convince others, but even more so, they were trying to convince themselves.

They refused to believe, and could not accept, that such a young person could reach heights they could never hope to achieve in their entire lives.

The impact of that disparity was not just shocking, but also mixed with indescribable bitterness and jealousy!

On the treetop, Wanwan's captivating eyes sparkled with a strange light.

She lightly licked her red lips. "Grandmaster? Hehe, this little master is really... getting more and more interesting!"

On the other side, Shi Feixuan's eyes showed an even greater sense of solemnity.

She muttered to herself, "Even if this wicked monk hasn't reached the level of a grandmaster, he's probably not far off..."

"The appearance of such a person, is it a blessing or a curse for the martial arts world?"

Ding Chunqiu naturally had no time to pay attention to other people's discussions. He now realized that he and the other party were not on the same level at all.

If the fight continues, I will surely die!

He forced himself to remain calm, retreating rapidly while shouting in a fierce but weak voice, "You little bald monk!"

"I will remember this humiliation I have suffered today!"

"If we meet again someday, I will repay you a hundredfold!"

With that, he turned around, threw the Three Laughs Carefree Powder at Chen Mo, and used his lightness skill to escape from this troublesome place.

Before Ding Chunqiu could even leap three zhang, Chen Mo's calm voice rang in his ears.

"Old Monster Ding, did I... say you could leave?"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Mo raised his right hand and pointed out!

Ultimate Technique – One-Finger Divine Skill!

laugh!

A finger strike, condensed to its maximum, instantly burst forth!

Ding Chunqiu, who was running for his life, felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

A strong sense of impending death washed over him like ice water, chilling him to the bone!

"No, we have to get out of the way! If we don't, we'll die!"

He desperately channeled his inner energy, trying to dodge this fatal blow.

But that finger strike seemed to pierce through the void, instantly traversing a distance of tens of meters, and precisely penetrating his heart.

"what--!"

Ding Chunqiu let out a shrill scream, and his charging figure suddenly froze.

It crashed heavily to the ground from mid-air, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Chapter 85 Instant Kill of the Demon Lord

The entire venue fell silent once again!

one move!

Just one move!

The once arrogant and domineering Xingxiu Old Monster, who struck fear into the hearts of countless people in the martial arts world, was severely injured by a single finger strike!

This little monk's strength... is simply terrifying!

"Master!"

Several bolder disciples of the Starry Sky Sect exclaimed and tried to step forward, but Chen Mo glanced at them indifferently, and they froze on the spot.

That one glance was like that of a Buddha, yet also like that of a demon.

Those people's legs went weak, and they all knelt down on the ground, scattering the gongs and drums in their hands, making a chaotic sound.

"Spare me! Master, spare me!"

"We were all forced into it, it was all because of the old immortal... no, it was all because of this old monster Ding, that old thief, that we were forced to do it!"

"Yes, yes, we've wanted to turn over a new leaf for a long time. Please, Master, give us a chance!"

These usually arrogant and domineering Xingxiu disciples were now kowtowing repeatedly, displaying their utterly disgraceful behavior.

To show their sincerity, some even kicked Ding Chunqiu hard, cursing, "Old thief, heaven has come to punish you!"

Seeing this, the other disciples also wanted to follow suit and kick a few times to show that they were drawing a line and to try to save their own lives.

Unexpectedly, a glint of extreme resentment flashed in Ding Chunqiu's eyes as he lay dying. With his last ounce of strength, he barely managed to raise his right hand.

Whoosh whoosh! !

Several faint whooshing sounds rang out as a few poisoned needles shot out from his sleeve, accurately piercing the throat of the disciple who had led the kicking and stomping.

The disciple froze, his smug expression instantly turning bluish-black.

He clutched his throat with both hands, making a hoarse sound, and in the blink of an eye, he fell straight down, dead.

The other disciples who wanted to step forward were terrified by this sudden turn of events. They screamed and retreated, huddled together, trembling.

They really didn't expect that this old poisoner would be able to launch a counterattack before he died.

After delivering his final blow, Dante Chunqiu exhausted all his life force, his head lolled to the side, and even more black blood spilled from his mouth.

His eyes went completely dark, his heart pulse broke, and he was no longer alive.

This notorious villain, who roamed the martial world for decades, has finally met his end.

"died?"

"That old monster Ding... is dead?!"

The crowd in the distance was stunned at first when they saw this scene, and then a huge uproar broke out.

"Those who commit heinous crimes deserve their just deserts!"

"Great! That old devil has finally been defeated!"

"It's really heartwarming!"