Qu Feiyan began counting on her fingers, listing the numerous despicable, shameless, vile, bloody, and dirty deeds perpetrated by the Mount Songh Sect.

Among them, she emphasized the extermination of the entire Liu Zhengfeng family of the Mount Heng Sect, Consort Yhu being hunted by the Thirteen Grand Protectors, and Zuo Lengchan’s numerous atrocities committed through alliances with both righteous and demonic sides...

Each crime was shocking and horrifying!

Qu Feiyan’s voice was crisp, yet her speech was incredibly fast.

Her mind was clear and methodical, speaking so clearly that no one could refute her.

Master Fang Zheng was left speechless and deeply shameful by her words.

But obviously, he was a person of firm will, not one to change his judgment because of a few words from Qu Feiyan:

"Little demoness, no matter what you say, it can’t change the fact that you are a demon sect witch. Likewise."

He looked at Ding Ling, pointing towards the direction of the Mount Songh Sect:

"It can’t change the fact that Ding Ling, you have slaughtered countless elite disciples of the Mount Songh Sect, almost wiping out the sect completely!"

He began addressing Ding Ling as Ding Ling instead of Hero Ding.

Clearly, Master Fang Zheng was emotionally stirred after Qu Feiyan’s angry rebuke, not serene as before.

He fixed his bright eyes on Ding Ling:

"Ding Ling, what are your thoughts? Are you prepared to make enemies with the entire Jianghu? Or will you stay with us at the Shaolin Temple, living a carefree life without worries?"

"You bald donkey!"

Qu Feiyan was anxious, afraid that Ding Ling might agree, so she looked at Ding Ling and called out ’Brother Ding.’

Ding Ling gave her a reassuring glance, lifted the Drumming Golden Hammer, took two steps forward, and scanned all the monks, finally setting his gaze on Master Fang Zheng:

"I have no intention of making enemies with the entire Jianghu. I also believe that in this world, sensible and neutral people are in the majority. If anyone truly wants to trouble me, I’m not afraid."

Ding Ling paused, smiled slightly, and suddenly out of nowhere, gusts of wind were conjured, making his clothes flutter noisily, as he stood there like a mountain, calm and confident.

His voice was calm but full of steely resolve:

"If the entire Jianghu really wants to oppose me, I want to see who dares to lead them."

He looked at Master Fang Zheng, his eyes deep like two bottomless pools:

"Is it you?"

Master Fang Zheng was drenched in sweat, as if he were being watched by a primordial beast, the intense pressure making him feel suffocated.

He was inwardly shaken, but his resolve grew firmer, pressing his palms together solemnly:

"Amitabha Buddha, blessed be! The Buddha has spoken, ’If I do not enter hell, who will?’ If Donor Ding stubbornly persists in his wrong path, our Shaolin Temple may have to be the one to stand up against him."

His expression was solemn and dignified:

"Even if the abbot of Shaolin Temple were to perish here today, the world must recognize our determination to protect orthodoxy and righteousness, and it shall not be violated!"

"Hahaha..."

Ding Ling laughed three times, his eyes sharp as lightning, surveying the scene:

"What an eloquent Master Fang Zheng. The dead can be brought to life in your words. I won’t waste more words with you. You want to fight, right? Fine!"

Ding Ling raised the Drumming Golden Hammer and stepped forward:

"I’ll accompany you!"

"Form the array!"

Master Fang Zheng, his scalp tingling, couldn’t help but shout in anger.

Boom!

Clang clang clang!

From behind Master Fang Zheng rushed out eighteen Golden Body Arhats, as if painted with gold!

Each holding iron staffs, they shouted loudly, forming a seamless, continuous Flawless Grand Array.

"Does Donor Ding dare to test the power of our Shaolin Temple’s Eighteen Arhats Array?"

Master Fang Zheng retreated to the rear, loudly speaking.

"I was just about to try."

Ding Ling let out a long howl, splitting the skies, shaking the eardrums of Master Fang Zheng’s group, and causing them all to change their expressions drastically.

Qu Feiyan’s group, however, was full of joy, especially Qu Feiyan, who couldn’t help but look delighted, thinking:

"Brother Ding’s voice is getting louder and stronger. Has his skill improved? Good, let’s see how these bald donkeys handle this!"

Boom!

Beneath Ding Ling’s feet, wind arose, and thunder rumbled across the sky. In an instant, Ding Ling had swept to the front of the Eighteen Arhats Array, amidst their full readiness, raising the Drumming Golden Hammer high, activating the Nine Heavens Thunder Hammer Technique. The fusion of Vigorous Qi from the Breathing Technique and True Qi from Pure Yang True Skill was rapidly infused into the Nine Heavens Thunder Hammer Technique, making it increasingly overpowering and formidable.

Rumble rumble!

Even before the hammer fell, the Nine Heavens Thunder Hammer Technique had already caused the Drumming Golden Hammer to produce explosive thunder claps.

Everyone’s expressions changed drastically.

The Eighteen Arhats, especially, were all in high alert!

"Haha..."

Ding Ling laughed loudly, showing his unbridled and wild nature, leaping into the air. Midair, he fiercely smashed down with the Drumming Golden Hammer, boom boom boom!

As if countless invisible phantom hammers materialized in the void, dense and uncountable, not only that, their speed was extraordinarily fast, being in the sky one moment and crashing at the entrance of the Eighteen Arhats Array the next.

"Block it!"

The Eighteen Arhats roared.

Each one unleashed their supreme skill.

"Monkey Staff Technique!"

One Arhat moved agilely like a monkey, his long staff extending and retracting unpredictably, striking heavily at the Drumming Golden Hammer of the Celestial Palace amidst metallic clangs.

"Mountain Splitting Staff Technique!"

One Arhat took a deep breath and let out a loud shout, wielding his long staff with great power as if he were using the Mountain Splitting Axe Technique, aiming to smash mountains apart.

"Little Plum Blossom Staff Technique!"

One Arhat’s long staff pointed out countless staff shadows.

"Coiling Dragon Staff Technique!"

One Arhat’s long staff spun like a dragon ascending to the heavens, overwhelmingly powerful and unstoppable.

"Wolf Fang Staff Technique!"

"Six Harmonies Staff Technique!"

...

Eighteen Arhats, eighteen different staff techniques, each mastered to the fullness of their natural ability, combining with the Eighteen Arhats Array!

Consolidating the power of the Eighteen Arhats into one.

The collective power of their staff techniques seemed to form a giant staff reaching the sky, as if it might pierce a hole in the heavens!

Such a formation.

Rarely seen in the world.

Capable of easily crushing a formidable enemy.

Qu Feiyan’s group watched, their faces slightly changing with some worry.

Master Fang Zheng, however, breathed a long sigh of relief, his anticipation quietly building when suddenly.

Boom!

Ding Ling’s invisible phantom giant hammers collided with the power of the staff techniques, rumbling, as soon as the clash began, both sides entered a fierce, heated battle state!

Watching from the outside.

Only the shadows of staffs and hammers could be seen flying non-stop, dust swirling, grass flying in all directions, making it impossible to see clearly what was happening with those inside.