The moon sank and the stars were hidden. The sun rose from the east.
The martial artists present felt like they had a nightmare, the kind that they would never wake up from.
Rushi Temple, one of the two branches of Sanskrit, the source of Sanskrit, seemed like it was going to be destroyed by someone alone?
In front of the mountain gate.
The Buddha's shout, the sword's hum, and the tiger's roar were still there.
However, more than half of the 108 Connate Arhat monks were dead. The six Grandmaster Bodhisattvas were staggering. It was obvious that they could not hold on for much longer.
The Vajra Arhat Demon Subduing Formation that had suppressed Great Grandmasters was about to fall apart.
"Haha!"
Suddenly, Fang Xian's energetic laughter could be heard. "I've seen enough of this formation. Let's break it."
The white tiger roared and forced the flying sword and the Rushi monks away.
In the next moment, he suddenly threw six punches.
Bang, bang!
The six Grandmaster Bodhisattvas exploded and were swallowed by the blood mist in midair.
Without them, the remaining Connate Arhat monks fell to the ground and turned into dried corpses, merging into the blood mist as well.
Fang Xian felt that the energy in his body was endless, almost overflowing.
Swoosh!
At this moment, a flying sword broke through the force field with difficulty and slashed his shoulder.
A pillar of blood spurted out.
However, Fang Xian did not even frown. He controlled his muscles to heal. A surge of Essence Qi flowed, and he recovered to his original state.
"Demonic arts!"
Holy Monk Zhifan shouted, "Everyone in the martial arts world has the right to kill such a demon!"
"Humph!"
Fang Xian glanced at him coldly. "Who in the world can kill me?"
In terms of high-end martial arts, even the two Grandmasters of Rushi Temple and Qingyuan Palace combined were no match for him.
In terms of besieging, once his White Tiger Aura was activated, even an army of thousands could only kneel.
Even if they wanted to exhaust him to death, it was impossible in the blood mist.
"Calamity, calamity ah …"
Monk Zhifan no longer had the demeanor he had before. He took a few steps back and suddenly stopped breathing.
He had been exhausted to death by Fang Xian!
At this point, a Great Grandmaster and Rushi Temple had been defeated by Fang Xian. It was a crushing defeat.
The flying sword in the air wailed and was about to fly back to the Sword Daoist who was sitting cross-legged.
Fang Xian's eyes were cold as he chased after him.
He saw the azure light land in the Sword Daoist's hand. The Sword Daoist stood up, his face pale.
Clearly, he had expended a lot of Yuan Qi and mental energy in the formation.
"Come here!"
Fang Xian made a grabbing motion with his hands, and the White Tiger Dharma Power behind him opened its mouth wide and pretended to take a deep breath.
A pulling force landed on Daoist Jian's body.
This was different from before. The distance was very close, and Fang Xian had broken through again, improving in all aspects. However, Daoist Jian's vitality was greatly damaged, and his chances of escaping were less than thirty percent!
Sword Taoist gritted his teeth and floated away like duckweed.
Fang Xian followed closely behind. He had made up his mind that even if he had to chase him to the ends of the earth, he would not let this person go this time.
Around Rushi Temple.
"Rushi Temple is finished …"
"I'm afraid the Qingyuan Palace will also …"
The Sect Leaders of the six major sects looked at each other, feeling anxious.
The other unorthodox experts, on the other hand, felt quite proud.
Yu Longjiao looked at all of this with a blank expression.
Everything that had happened in the past few days was like a dream to her.
…
Soon, news spread in the Pugilistic World that Fang Xian, the White Tiger Star Lord, had single-handedly challenged Rushi Temple, causing the entire Pugilistic World to be speechless.
Even when the news of Daoist Jian's death spread, it did not cause any more waves.
Because all the martial artists were already numb to it.
…
A few months later.
Yuanwu Country, Yuanwu City.
The Golden Breeze Drizzle Tower's original location was being restarted. It was going to build a new headquarters.
"Congratulations, you're back again."
Not far away, Fang Xian said to Yu Longjiao.
"Golden Breeze Drizzle … Maybe it's time to change its name. How about World Tower?" Yu Longjiao suddenly asked with a smile.
"Are you testing me?"
Fang Xian shrugged. "I'm not interested in conquering the world, nor am I interested in unifying the Pugilistic World. My dream is to stand higher and see different scenery. I don't have to kill anymore … "
"You're now known as the world's most powerful cultivator, and you can destroy an entire country with a single word … So that's all you have?" Yu Longjiao smiled bitterly.
"It's simple, but it's very difficult …"
Fang Xian changed the topic. "How did the orthodox sects react?"
"What else? Qingyuan Palace and Rushi Temple announced that they would close their mountains for two hundred years and ignore the affairs of the Pugilistic World. The six major sects are also retreating … Of course, they've sent a lot of valuable gifts. "
"If even you say they're valuable gifts, they must be good stuff." Fang Xian nodded.
Taking advantage of the fact that he had killed two Grandmasters in a row, he had looted the treasuries of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism.
Dragon Tiger Great Strength, Unbreakable Vajra Divine Art, Imperial Sword Art, and other cultivation techniques were directly stored in his bag.
Apart from that, there was nothing else that caught his eye.
"Apart from the Bodhi Zen Temple, the six major sects have sent their signature techniques and other ancient books for you to appraise …" Yu Longjiao pursed her lips and smiled.
Everyone in the world knew that Fang Xian liked to plunder secret martial arts books.
This was the money that the six major sects paid for their lives!
"Not bad, not bad …"
Fang Xian was very satisfied. "I have no intention of starting a fight. Let's keep things as they are."
"They can rest assured now that you've said that."
Yu Longjiao said solemnly, "The Pugilistic World, and even the entire world, will have two hundred years of peace. Everyone should thank you for this!"
The current Fang Xian could indeed suppress the world single-handedly.
Before he died of old age, all demons and monsters were just clowns. It was clear that the Pugilistic World would indeed welcome a long period of peace.
As for what happened after he died, he couldn't care less, and he didn't want to care.
"Two hundred years …"
Fang Xian suddenly sighed.
He was only in his twenties. According to the limit of the human body in this world, he had about 160 to 170 years to live.
The two schools of Buddhism and Taoism had set the rule of closing their mountains for two hundred years, which meant that they would completely admit defeat and wait for him to die of old age.
"If I can break through the limit of two hundred years, I'll definitely give them a big surprise … Unfortunately, it doesn't seem very possible …"
Fang Xian stood at a high place and looked down at the entire Yuanwu City.
The memories of his previous life surfaced.
Mediocrity, muddle-headedness, and in the end, a tragic death …
In this life, he finally stood at the highest peak. Only he could trample others to death, and no one could step on him.
Moreover, he saw even more different scenery.
"This is … my world."
He murmured, his emotions complicated.
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