With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 589 - 539: The Twelve Vajras! Karma Inferno Dragon!

With his feet firmly planted in the Arhat stance, towering and immovable, the Tai Chi in his hands sends the opponent flying, showcasing the wonder of unifying Tao and Buddhist techniques within oneself.

Whoosh—!

Silhouettes crisscross, caught in suspended combat.

Endless collision sounds echo throughout the training ground, overwhelming the monks below.

He steps onto the front threshold, the Cloud-Ascending Ladder firmly grounded in midair.

ng Chuan’s techniques are imnsely exquisite, simultaneously delivering a punch and sweeping kick aid at Liao Chen’s waist.

Bang!

The heavy leg strikes like a whip, causing a muffled sonic boom in the void, with the air waves collapsing and scattering.

The Azure Dragon falls from the mid-air ten ters above, crashing to the ground.

Thud, thud, thud...

The dragon claws dig into the ground, with Liao Chen retreating almost ten ters before steadying himself.

Gazing at ng Chuan, his heart is in turmoil.

Feeling the trendous force, indescribable.

This is the most direct reaction brought by the advancent in Qi Blood.

ng Chuan is quite satisfied with this, but remains humble, quickly focusing his mind.

Because... this fat monk is about to get serious.

Leaves and dust swirl in a gentle breeze, akin to a Qi dragon encircling his body, Liao Chen’s influence on the magnetic field continues to intensify.

Above him, the air flows like water waves, creating cracks in the void.

A corpulent yellow dragon seems to erge from atop Liao Chen’s head.

Two sharp claws hook onto the monk’s shoulders, while the other two claw blades point towards him, the massive dragon’s head rises high, suddenly glaring at the Fla Giant, its eyes dripping with murderous intent.

Very familiar.

In previous sparring losses, it was always this Yellow Dragon Fa Xiang that subdued him...

ng Chuan concentrates his spirit, the color of the fla he grips changes slightly.

Sustained by the spirit fla, it becos an even deeper red, poised for action.

The monks in the distance also wear solemn expressions.

Including Liao Chen, the Shaolin Temple martial monk courtyard now has twelve disciples of the Three Limits.

Also called the "Twelve Gold Kings of Shaolin".

Liao Chen ranks within the top six among them.

Today, among the six Great Kings present, only one can match Liao Chen.

If the fat monk loses, the Twelve Gold Kings without a fight, would be mostly defeated!

Seeing Liao Chen no longer joking around and getting serious, a few people finally feel relieved.

Earlier, the situation in the arena, attacking and defending, truly worried that Liao Chen would be overwheld.

Witnessing this scene, this sly monk no longer hides.

The outco will soon unfold...

...

"Donor ng, be careful."

Liao Chen’s voice is like a dragon’s roar, his figure moves accordingly.

ng Chuan’s pupils contract sharply, his vision seemingly empty.

A monk and two dragons disappear completely from sight!

Rip—!

Sparks fly in all directions, the blade wind emitting a piercing sound.

Bam, bam, bam!

Subsequently, countless dragon claws subrge him, blade winds raging wildly, dazzling colors flicker continuously over ng Chuan’s body, enduring several hits before finding the rhythm.

The position underfoot changes incessantly, dodging and defending, ultimately capturing the trace.

The punch swings like a heavy sword, bursting with thunderous flas that surge several yards.

Like a lightning bolt from the sky, it ignites the fire, wedged against Liao Chen’s position, pulling out a vast vacuum area.

Liao Chen dodges swiftly, but the Azure Dragon Fa Xiang takes the punch head-on, almost disintegrating under the spirit fla’s reinforcent, revealing gaps on its chest.

ng Chuan seizes the mont, unrelenting in his pursuit.

In an instant, his intent nearly operates at full capacity, the fire expanding by another circle, blazing fiercely.

Murky brown-red flas envelop his left fist, the fire pours like a tide, a raging fla pillar three yards thick surges forth, as if lifted high by him, piercing the heavens and earth, fiercely smashing towards Liao Chen’s chest!

Instantly!

Boom—!

The pillar of fire erupts like lava, exploding in an instant upon impact, crimson lava flows and dust billowing skyward, the entire training ground bright as day!

The air burns, twisting and steaming.

Reflected in the pupils of the watching monks is a sky full of flowing fire, akin to the fires of hell pouring down.

The surrounding clouds acting as boundary ropes, give a mournful sound, faint signs of dispersing.

Compelling the nearby old monk acting as referee to focus again, consolidating the cloud walls.

What a fierce fire fist!

Liao Chen is no wooden stump, allowing ng Chuan to hit freely.

The Yellow Dragon moves with his intent, enveloping the right fist swinging outward, tightly blocking.

The fierce eyes and sharp teeth, nacing beyond compare.

The golden reverse scales reflect dazzling brilliance, the massive body stirring the clouds to scatter.

At the mont of collision with the fiery mountain, another dragon claw quietly casts a shadow from the clouds.

Another claw probing!

The dragon claw is like a black hole, sucking a large area of strong wind and clouds into its palm.

Grasping firmly, the dragon’s roar tears the clouds apart, gripping towards ng Chuan’s shoulders!

Wave after wave of dazzling colors flashing, the two fight from the sky to the ground, the situation growing ever more tense.

The scene is beyond description, including Jue Ming, the little monks with "Jue" character in their nas have eyes flashing with colors, their faces flushed.

Seeing them fight at the peak, they frankly speak with opened eyes.

The hearts of the remaining monks are also firmly clenched, no one concerns about who wins or loses.

Through this battle, ng Chuan’s position in their hearts is worthy of respect.

...

anwhile.

At the Celestial King Hall not far from the martial monk courtyard, two people step out.

Fan Luo finished viewing the Maitreya Buddha sculpture, walking ahead.

Slightly turning to avoid the glaring sunlight, he speaks:

"The foundation of Shaolin Temple is truly exaggerated, worthy of being the foremost Buddhist sect in Central Earth, the Zen Ancestor Land.

Even though there are nurous temples and followers across the Western Regions, it cannot compare to Shaoshi Mountain..."

Dama nods, stepping alongside the prince’s right side, his broad body shielding the sunlight.

"His Highness speaks rightly, although Buddhism entered the Western Regions earlier, Central Earth here holds the advantage in population and geography. With such foundation, it is rather normal."

Fan Luo agrees, nodding to the situation as indeed accurate.

He then asks: