"You are not Grade 1 Great Perfection!"
"You are, you are a Legend!!!"
The Black Lord's hysterical roar of despair spread throughout the Shaolin Temple in an instant.
"Legend?"
"What is a Legend?"
A disciple of the Shaolin Temple who had just entered asked subconsciously.
They had just entered the Shaolin Temple not long ago and did not know much about the Nine Grades of Martial Dao, let alone the Legend.
However, when these new disciples of the Shaolin Temple saw the shocked faces of the Senior Brothers next to them, they suddenly did not dare to speak.
"Legend?"
"Arhat's Fruit?"
The Commandment Court Head muttered to himself.
In today's world, Martial Dao is divided into Nine Grades. Only those who transcend the Nine Grades of Martial Dao are qualified to be called Arhat's Fruit or Legend.
In fact, whether it is Arhat's Fruit or Legend, they all have the same meaning, but the former is the name of the Shaolin Temple and other Buddhist sects, while the latter is the name of Jianghu Martial Artists.
"Legend?"
"Zhen Guan?"
The Handyman Court Head's eyes were dull.
Originally, Zhen Guan jumped from a Sweeping Monk to become the Ancestor of A Holy Monk who saved the Shaolin Temple from life and death several times. This is already hard to believe.
But now.
Someone told him.
Zhen Guan is not only the Ancestor of A Holy Monk.
He is also the Ancestor of the Shaolin Temple who has not appeared for thousands of years, Arhat?
Isn't this too incredible?
The Handyman Court Head was not jealous, but he was shocked to the extreme and could not react for a while.
The Dharma Court Heads, Warrior Monastery Heads, Arhat Court Heads, and other Shaolin Temple Court Heads as well as many disciples were dumbfounded.
If this sentence was not said by the Devil Lord, a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, they would not believe it at all.
A martial arts legend?
The weight of these four words could almost overwhelm the current world, so how could it be casually said?
However, with the Devil Lord's status, he should disdain to lie about this matter. Moreover, the Devil Lord's expression and tone at this moment did not seem like he was lying.
"What?"
"A martial arts legend?"
Compared to the shock of the Shaolin Temple disciples, the evil cult disciples who came knocking on their door panicked.
They were prepared to annihilate the Shaolin Temple aggressively. Originally, they thought that with the Devil Lord holding the fort, victory was in their hands. Even if there was an accident, and the Shaolin Temple's history of Arhat's legacy would be drawn out …
But with the Devil Master's means, there was no problem in protecting their safety.
But now?
The Shaolin Temple had 'Arhat' in charge?
How could this be possible?
Although these Demon Sect disciples were very confident in the Demon Lord, they didn't think that the Demon Lord could defeat Arhat.
These two were not on the same level at all.
"It's over."
"It's all over."
Countless Demon Sect disciples were filled with despair.
They did think of running away, but as soon as the thought came to them, they felt a faint force from all directions that imprisoned them.
It was as if the entire Shaolin Temple had become the domain of a certain existence.
"He's a martial arts legend?"
The Demon Sect disciple, Kun Kong, felt that he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
He had narrowly escaped death and crossed the Western Desert to find the Devil Lord and invited him out. He wanted to revive the Demon Sect and find A Holy Monk of the Shaolin Temple to take revenge.
And now you're telling me that the other party is a martial arts legend?
This is not revenge, this is suicide!
Kun Kong suddenly recalled the scene five years ago when Su Qin was wearing a gray monk's robe and cleaning up the Demon Sect's headquarters.
At this moment, despair gathered in Kun Kong's heart and turned into a sentence.
"You're a martial arts legend, why are you bullying the weak?!"
...
In front of the Hall of Great Strength.
As Su Qin gently waved his hand, his original body turned into a shadow. The Black Lord, who was retreating, was directly imprisoned in place, unable to move.
"You, who are you?"
The Black Lord looked pale as he looked at Su Qin and asked in a hoarse voice.
The so-called pressure of life and death, the so-called breakthrough, and the so-called fight had long been forgotten by The Black Lord.
Now, the only thought in The Black Lord's mind was how to save his life.
As long as he could live, there was hope.
"I'm just a sweeping monk of the Shaolin Temple."
Su Qin thought for a moment and said.
He didn't say this sentence out loud. In the 20 years since he joined the Shaolin Temple, Su Qin had never given up sweeping. This was obvious to all in the Shaolin Temple.
"A sweeping monk?"
The Black Lord was stunned, his face full of disbelief.
A sweeping monk of the Shaolin Temple?
What kind of joke was this?
A martial arts legend? How could he be a sweeping monk of the Shaolin Temple?
Even a three-year-old child would scoff at such words. It was like an emperor sitting on the wealth of the world saying that he had no money.
"Alright."
"You can die now."
Su Qin suddenly lost interest. Originally, he wanted to borrow the hand of this Demon Lord to test how strong he was.
He didn't expect the other party to be so weak.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
The Black Lord suddenly felt the pressure on him skyrocketing, almost crushing him. He immediately knew that Su Qin had no intention of letting him go.
"Break!"
"Break, break, break!!!"
Even though The Black Lord knew that his chances of survival were slim, he couldn't help but struggle with all his might.
In the blink of an eye, The Black Lord burned his transformed inner strength and physical body in the form of a forbidden art.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura emerged from The Black Lord's body.
This aura even surpassed the ordinary Grade 1 Great Perfection.
His strength suddenly increased, but The Black Lord didn't show the slightest joy on his face.
This forbidden art had completely burned his inner strength and physical body. Even if he survives, his strength is bound to plummet, and even fall out of Grade 1.
But now, The Black Lord didn't care.
However.
The next moment.
The terrifying might of Heaven and Earth crushed down.
Crack.
Crack.
Almost instantly, the bones of the Demon Lord shattered.
"I didn't expect that after killing countless people in my life, I would finally die in the hands of others."
The Black Lord muttered to himself.
His physical body had completely collapsed, leaving only the remnants of his' Divinity '.
However, The Black Lord's' Divinity 'was far inferior to the Devil Buddha. He didn't even condense his Divine Sense. Once he lost the protection of his physical body, Su Qin didn't need to do anything, he would quickly dissipate into the air.
Sure enough.
In less than a moment.
The Black Lord shook violently, his physical body completely collapsed and dissipated.
The audience was dead silent.
Everyone was silent.
If it was said that when the Black-Robed Demon Lord roared out the words' Martial Arts Legend ', people still had doubts.
But at this moment, when they saw The Black Lord, a Peak Grade 1, couldn't even resist and directly turned into ashes, they no longer had any doubts in their hearts.
Just when the disciples of the Shaolin Temple and the people of the Demon Sect were immersed in the shocking scene in front of them.
Abbot Huiwen's tears flowed down his face. Ignoring his injuries, he trembled and said,
"It's been nine hundred years."
"Nine hundred years, my Shaolin Temple has finally produced another Arhat …"
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