Golden Wheel Dharma King

The Feather Garment's invulnerability, combined with the strength of thirteen horses that could rival a Divine Ability expert, made Fang Xuan a war god on the battlefield.

No one could stop him.

His Pu Dao swept through, leaving a blank space, and even though the army quickly filled the gaps, it was still useless.

"Devil, he's a devil."

"Eternal Heaven above, save me quickly."

"He's a devil, he can't be killed, run, run."

That inhuman strength filled these Mongol Yuan soldiers with terror, and they screamed and fled even when facing their superiors' orders.

Such a scene naturally alarmed Mongke, the Great Khan in the central army.

Mongke frowned and said angrily, "What happened?"

"Devil, there's a devil."

"Hmm?"

Looking at the Thousand-Man Commander who had collapsed, Mongke was also puzzled. Protected by the soldiers around him, he ascended the high platform. Looking into the distance, he saw a blood-red figure on the left side of the army, holding a long saber, invincible, advancing step by step towards the center of the army.

Wherever he passed, no one could stop him.

One saber strike, several people died.

With a single saber in hand, he cut through hundreds of thousands of troops, and no one could stand against him.

Such a scene startled even the Great Khan Mongke, who said, "How can there be such a fierce general in the world? Do any of you know who he is?"

No one around him responded.

A white-haired general on his left bowed and said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, this person has high martial arts skills. He must be from the Central Plains martial arts world. We can let the National Preceptor suppress and kill him."

"No, Your Majesty, the National Preceptor needs to deal with that Guo Jing. Why not let us Enshrined Experts make a move? We will surely be able to cut off the head of that bandit leader." A fat old man holding an abacus shouted loudly.

The National Preceptor was the Golden Wheel Dharma King, with profound cultivation and extremely strong martial power. If he were to make another move, they would truly not even get a drop of soup, so how could they show their faces in front of the Great Khan Mongke?

Mongke nodded and said, "That's fine too. This person... it would be even better if he could be captured alive."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The fat old man was overjoyed and led the other four Enshrined Experts towards Fang Xuan.

At this time, the Pu Dao in Fang Xuan's hand was already full of nicks, and the Feather Garment on his body was covered in blood, looking very terrifying.

The surrounding Mongol Yuan soldiers trembled as if seeing a ghost, facing Fang Xuan's advance, they only dared to retreat, not advance.

He threw away the broken saber in his hand and casually picked up a curved saber from the ground.

"Haha, you brat, you only rely on a bit of brute force, yet you dare to charge into the camp alone. You truly don't know how to write the word 'death'. Your Majesty is benevolent and will spare your life, why don't you quickly surrender..."

"Noisy."

Fang Xuan directly swung the curved saber he had just picked up, and a crescent-shaped Blade Qi shot out into the air. The person who was just speaking was instantly split in half from the center of his eyebrows.

The other four Enshrined Experts paused in their steps, their faces turning pale.

"Blade... Blade Qi."

"This... this is impossible. Even the Five Greats of the world don't have such cultivation that they can conjure Blade Qi out of thin air."

"Run."

After saying that, they turned around and ran without hesitation.

In front of such a master, they were like children, let alone making a move.

Thump, thump, thump!

His footsteps stepped on the blood-soaked mud, the curved saber swung, and Blade Qi crisscrossed, no one could stop him.

The Mongol Yuan cavalry charged forward, tens of thousands of cavalry like war drums, even a mountain could be trampled under this charge of ten thousand horses.

And Fang Xuan stood before that torrent of ten thousand horses like a lone oar drifting in the sea.

"This is more like it!"

He threw the curved saber aside and punched forward with his right hand in a bow stance.

Wrath of the Wind God.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, countless strong winds gathered behind him, the power of heaven and earth, converged into one.

A huge azure giant phantom dozens of meters tall appeared out of thin air, in the same posture as Fang Xuan, punching forward in a bow stance.

Boom~

A huge roar sounded, and the torrent of cavalry was instantly blasted into a huge ravine by this punch. The ravine was filled with blood-red mud, and fragments of armor, sabers, and swords could be vaguely seen.

The entire battlefield fell silent, everyone looked up at the dozens of meters tall azure giant figure in the center of the battlefield, and the ravine in front of the giant.

God.

Clang~

"Eternal Heaven."

Some terrified soldiers dropped their swords and knelt on the ground, praying for the Eternal Heaven's forgiveness.

Mongke, the Great Khan, was also wide-eyed with rage at this moment, roaring at the generals beside him, "Who is he? Who exactly is he?"

Thump, thump, thump!

Fang Xuan stepped forward through the blood, his eyes extremely cold as he looked at Mongke, the Great Khan, on the high platform.

"Your Excellency is..."

Whoosh

A flash of blade light cut through the air, a crescent-shaped Blade Qi piercing the eyes, slashing directly towards Mongke, the Great Khan.

Mongke's face changed drastically, and he retreated continuously, but the Blade Qi was extremely fast, reaching him in the blink of an eye.

A stinging pain came even before the sharp Blade Qi got close to his skin. A feeling of helpless fear and death surged in his heart, and despair filled his face.

Clang

A black gear emitted a sound of cutting through the air, blocking Mongke's path.

With a muffled sound, the gear was instantly split into pieces, and the Blade Qi also dissipated.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Under the sunlight, a golden light emitted a sound of cutting through the air, attacking Fang Xuan like a scorching sun.

Looking up, it was a golden wheel, its edges covered with sharp serrations.

Clang

Fang Xuan clenched his right fist and punched the golden wheel.

Accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, the gear was instantly smashed into a piece of scrap metal and fell to the side.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King leaped down from the high platform, guarding Mongke with a wary expression.

Fang Xuan also looked curiously at the famous Tibetan Holy Monk, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, before him.

In The Return of the Condor Heroes, the Golden Wheel Dharma King has a very important role. He is the Mongol National Preceptor, who learned martial arts from the Vajra Sect of Esoteric Buddhism. He wears a yellow robe, is extremely tall and thin, with a slightly sunken forehead. He is skilled in using five wheels made of gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead, hence earning titles such as "Five Wheel Dharma King" and "Golden Wheel Dharma King".

He also cultivates the famous Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, which is said to increase one dragon and one elephant's strength with each level practiced. Upon reaching the tenth level, one can possess the immense strength of ten dragons and ten elephants, with infinite power, each move weighing a thousand catties.

This alone was enough to surprise Fang Xuan.

In the Profound Yellow Great World, a few thousand catties of strength meant reaching the realm of Divine Strength, possessing the strength of one horse.

That such power could be achieved in this Small World shows that this martial arts manual indeed has extraordinary aspects.

In fact, in Fang Xuan's opinion, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill has more potential than the Nine Yin Manual.

"Golden Wheel Dharma King?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King was also slightly startled, not expecting this person to recognize him.

He bowed slightly, performed a Buddhist salute, and said, "This humble monk, Golden Wheel, greets Your Excellency."

"This is more like a monk, but it's a pity he's too competitive. Instead of properly fasting, chanting scriptures, sitting in meditation, and contemplating Zen, he constantly thinks about competing for the title of number one in the world, just like Kumārajīva," Fang Xuan commented.

"Is Your Excellency referring to the Great Wheel Bright King of the Snow Mountain Great Wheel Temple during the Northern Song Dynasty? How can this humble monk be compared to the Great Wheel Bright King?"

As he spoke, the Golden Wheel Dharma King felt a surge of pride upon hearing the person before him mention the Great Wheel Bright King.

What Fang Xuan didn't know was that after his experiences in the Central Plains, although Kumārajīva lost all his martial arts, he achieved great enlightenment. He returned to Tubo, immersed himself in studying Buddhist scriptures, and became a renowned high monk.