But in this state.

It lasted for only about three to five breaths.

Then there was a crisp cracking sound, as if something had broken.

Everyone fixed their eyes on it.

There was a loud crash, and then they saw an Arhat hit by a huge hammer, screaming miserably as he was thrown more than dozens of meters away, falling to the ground like a rag, rolling a few times before stopping. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that he only had incoming breaths, but no outgoing breaths.

Master Fang Zheng’s face turned pale, anger boiling.

Just as he was about to reprimand.

Boom, boom, boom!

One by one, the Golden Body Arhats were swept away by the hammer shadows!

They flew dozens of meters away like rags, falling to the ground with a series of thuds, without exception, all severely injured, some even dying on the spot, their faces unrecognizable, evidently dying miserably.

Qu Feiyan and her companions breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah!"

Master Fang Zheng’s eyes nearly burst with rage, unable to hold back a furious howl, pointing at Ding Ling:

"Ding Ling, you great demon, do you really wish to make an enemy of the world and slaughter all beings?"

Ding Ling, carrying the Drumming Golden Hammer, walked towards Master Fang Zheng unhurriedly, his eyes deep and expression indifferent, his voice cold:

"I have said before. I do not wish to make enemies with the people of the world, nor do I wish to oppose this Jianghu. You chose to be the leader in challenging me.

Since you want to be my enemy.

Then you must be prepared to be killed by me at any time.

Master Fang Zheng!

What do you say?"

"Ah!"

Master Fang Zheng roared in anger:

"Ding Ling, you wield a Divine Weapon, while we of the Shaolin Temple use ordinary iron staves. This battle was unfair from the start. If you were a hero, you wouldn’t do such unfair things."

"Haha..."

Ding Ling laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. Suddenly, he stopped smiling, his face turning cold as ice:

"Qu Feiyan was right. You bald donkeys are all hypocrites! You besiege me, and it’s fair. I use a Divine Weapon, and it’s unfair. Fine!"

Ding Ling put down the Drumming Golden Hammer:

"Today, I will face Master Fang Zheng and your Shaolin Temple’s supreme skills barehanded!"

"Good!"

Master Fang Zheng, initially heated by Ding Ling’s words, didn’t know how to respond. Seeing Ding Ling put down the Divine Weapon to face him, he breathed a sigh of relief while tension built up inside.

He swept his gaze over those behind him, uttered ’Amitabha Buddha’, and then said:

"If I die. The people of Shaolin Temple must not seek revenge for me, remember this!"

Master Fang Zheng sighed.

He had overestimated the power of Shaolin Temple’s Eighteen Arhats Array.

And underestimated the overbearing aura and unrivaled nature of Ding Ling!

He originally thought that with the combined efforts of eighteen First-class Peak Level experts in the Eighteen Arhats Array, it would be enough to kill a strong fighter like Ding Ling.

And even if they couldn’t kill him.

They should have been able to retreat.

Now it seemed he had overrated his side.

Underestimated Ding Ling.

The eighteen First-class Peak experts on their side were nurtured through the entirety of Shaolin Temple’s resources and decades of painstaking effort!

They were meant to be the heritage of Shaolin Temple, passed down!

Yet now they were destroyed in a single morning.

Master Fang Zheng felt a chill in his heart, regretful, blaming himself, annoyed, pained, and angry.

Regretful and blaming himself for taking things for granted, thinking that as a Beidou of Jianghu Martial Arts, Ding Ling would never strike them!

Annoyed at not mobilizing Shaolin Temple’s force along with the Wudang Sect and others to hold Ding Ling accountable.

Heartbroken and furious over the death of Eighteen Arhats, the decades of effort by Shaolin Temple wasted in an instant!

"Abbot."

All Shaolin Temple monks turned pale.

"Remember my words."

Master Fang Zheng solemnly said:

"Otherwise, even if I meet the Buddha in the west, my heart will not be at peace!"

"Yes. Abbot."

All monks could only obey orders.

Yet each harbored ominous thoughts in their hearts.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Having made up his mind and given instructions to the monks, Master Fang Zheng strode out to face Ding Ling:

"Donor Ding’s Hammer Technique shakes the heavens, and your power is such that people can only look on in admiration. I am likely not your opponent! However, I must say, Donor Ding, you have fallen deeply into demonic ways. Only by stopping in time and finding the way back can you truly reach the Buddha’s other shore, enjoying great freedom, great euphoria.

If you continue stubbornly, failing to repent, I fear the Buddha may find it hard to save you once you are deeply lost."

"Master Fang Zheng is quite glib."

Ding Ling said indifferently:

"But no matter how much you babble, I will not listen to your nonsense!"

"Brother Ding, well said!"

Qu Feiyan cheered, her charming face full of delight.

"If Donor Ding is willing to convert to Buddhism, our Shaolin Temple is willing to exhaust all efforts to assist you."

Master Fang Zheng said sincerely:

"This is a rare opportunity. Not everyone receives such treatment."

"Thank you, Master Fang Zheng, for your kindness."

Ding Ling smiled slightly:

"I admire your broad-mindedness and courage. Not long ago you wanted to kill me, and now you’re trying your utmost to win me over. Such breadth of heart is rare. I confess I can’t do it. So I won’t sit with you. Come."

He raised his hand:

"Let me experience the supreme skills of Shaolin Temple’s Master Fang Zheng."

"Since reason fails, I will forsake this body and have a proper contest with Donor Ding."

Master Fang Zheng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the boiling thoughts within, activating the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic. In an instant, Qi Force filled his whole body, Qi generating within, circulating continuously, rising and falling like the tide, surging like thunder!

Boom!

Master Fang Zheng’s figure moved like lightning, reaching Ding Ling, lightly striking out a palm. This palm initially seemed ordinary, but in an instant, it transformed into two palms, then four, and in no time, the sky was filled with palm shadows, every palm unpredictable and vast beyond measure!

The claps of thunder seemed to rise in the void, echoed by rumbling sound streaking across the Celestial Extreme.

Ding Ling did not advance but retreated, also striking out a palm.

Great Songyang Divine Palm!

The Great Songyang Divine Palm, driven and unleashed together with Pure Yang True Skill and Breathing Technique’s Vigorous Qi, upon execution, also transformed into countless palm shadows, each carrying intense and violent Qi, like thunderbolts about to explode.

As their palm shadows collided.

Bam bam bam!

Boom boom boom!

A series of explosions sounded endlessly!

As soon as the two fought, they immediately engaged at the highest peak!

Palm shadows flew through the void, Xun Wind stirring constantly, hidden thunder born, everywhere they went, great stones shattered, trees fell and grass bent, akin to two deities clashing, leaving onlookers secretly amazed.

The people of Shaolin Temple all had their hearts in their throats, seeing their abbot’s heroic spirit, cheering secretly, glowing with enthusiasm, when suddenly, boom!

A loud sound passed by their ears.

Upon looking again, they saw their abbot already sent flying dozens of meters!