None Could Stand Against Him

Seeing Golden Wheel Dharma King's expression, Fang Xuan knew something must have been left out.

But it did not matter.

"You want to save him?"

Golden Wheel Dharma King said gravely, "Mongke is the Great Khan of our Mongol Yuan, the Son of Heaven. As the National Preceptor, this humble monk must serve His Majesty."

"Can you stop me?"

"How will I know unless I try?"

"Good. Your courage is commendable. I'll give you a chance. If you can withstand one punch from me, I'll let you all leave," Fang Xuan declared domineeringly.

Golden Wheel Dharma King's face reddened, and the rise and fall of his chest became noticeably more pronounced.

He was furious.

As the dignified Tibetan Holy Monk and National Preceptor of Mongol Yuan, even the Five Greats of the Central Plains would not dare slight him so.

Suppressing the rage in his heart, he performed a Buddhist salutation. "Please make your move."

Fang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, a brilliant gleam shooting from them. With a thunderous motion, his body moved, and his clothes snapped violently in the wind.

It was still an ordinary horse-stance straight punch.

Woo, woo, woo... Woo, woo, woo...

At that moment, Golden Wheel Dharma King felt the air around him forcibly compressed away, creating a brief vacuum. Then a massive fist continuously expanded in his vision, about to smash his head apart in one blow.

The might of a single punch was terrifying beyond measure.

"Dragon Elephant Almsgiving."

At the brink of life and death, Golden Wheel Dharma King finally displayed his extraordinary strength. The muscles across his body trembled as True Qi surged within his dantian.

Of the five ** he had always carried on his back, the lead wheel had been shattered by blade qi, and the golden wheel had previously been reduced to scrap metal. Now, he raised the silver wheel before his chest in defense.

Boom!

The silver wheel shattered instantly. Golden Wheel Dharma King's face turned deathly pale as he threw back his head and spat out blood. His entire body flew backward, crashing heavily in the distance and plowing a long furrow through the ground.

His right arm was twisted, bone fragments protruding through the flesh, and his face was as pale as gold paper.

Fang Xuan looked at Golden Wheel Dharma King in great surprise. With the power of thirteen horses in his body, even though he had used only thirty percent of his strength, it was still beyond comparison with any so-called martial arts master in a Small World. Yet Golden Wheel Dharma King had actually endured it head-on. Though severely injured, his life was not in danger.

Fang Xuan was becoming increasingly interested in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

Golden Wheel Dharma King forced himself to endure his injuries and climbed to his feet. The arrogance on his face had vanished, replaced by boundless reverence.

The might of a single punch was terrifying beyond measure.

Moreover, he could sense that the punch had relied entirely on physical strength, without drawing upon even a trace of internal energy.

How could a mortal body possess such Divine Power?

Even if he cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the tenth level and possessed the strength of ten dragons and ten elephants, he would only have several thousand catties of force. This man before him was clearly a Wisdom King incarnate.

"Not bad. Being able to withstand thirty percent of my strength is enough for you to be proud of," Fang Xuan praised.

Pfft!

Golden Wheel Dharma King spat blood again.

At the Tenth Level of Body Refinement, the Divine Transformation Realm, one's body could not be torn apart by five horses. One's strength was immense, sinews and bones were formidable, and one became an unstoppable weapon of the human world.

Though Fang Xuan had not yet reached the Tenth Level of Body Refinement, his strength alone was enough to contend with someone in the Mystic Divine Realm.

Golden Wheel Dharma King lowered his head and respectfully said, "Thank you for showing mercy."

"From now on, stay in your temple and meditate properly. A monk should behave like a monk."

"Yes, this humble monk will remember."

"Oh, and your Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is rather interesting. Leave it behind for me to examine."

"Yes."

Golden Wheel Dharma King took a palm-sized sheet of gold foil from his robes. Just as he was about to step forward and offer it, Fang Xuan made a grasping motion through the air with his right hand, and an invisible force drew the gold foil to him.

Golden Wheel Dharma King's pupils contracted further. His earlier guess had been correct. This man truly had not used his full strength; he had at least relied solely on his physical power.

"This humble monk will take his leave."

Fang Xuan's gaze remained fixed on the gold foil as he casually waved his hand.

By then, Mongke had also been scared out of his wits and fled shakily into the distance.

"Where do you think you're going?"

A thunderous roar came from afar, like a clap of lightning that made everyone's eardrums ache.

Guo Jing came flying through the air like an eagle, easily clearing the Mongol Yuan soldiers. He unleashed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, dragon-shaped force radiating vast and righteous power.

With every palm strike, several Mongol Yuan soldiers were sent flying. Even their armor and steel blades were shattered by his blows.

The distance of several hundred meters was crossed in only a few breaths.

Golden Wheel Dharma King's expression changed. He was heavily injured and unable to resist, while Guo Jing's True Qi was no weaker than that of the Five Greats. At such a distance, killing Great Khan Mongke would be effortless.

"Sir, please..."

Golden Wheel Dharma King dropped to his knees in supplication.

Fang Xuan glanced at him and turned away. What a joke. Sparing Mongke had already been more than generous. Your Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was only worth that much, and you still wanted me to save someone?

Heh.

As the ruler of Mongol Yuan, Great Khan Mongke understood the situation. He shouted loudly, "Protect me! Protect me!"

The guards around him rapidly gathered, shields in hand, surrounding Guo Jing. They did not seek to kill him, only to hold him back for a moment.

Screech!

Screech!

In the northwest, Mongol Yuan soldiers were knocked sprawling and scattered continuously to both sides. Two figures charged swiftly through the crowd like great ships breaking through waves.

Ahead of them was a huge bird, its wings spread wide and whipping up a violent gale that knocked aside the crossbow bolts fired at them.

The man on the left wore a green cap and yellow robes, carrying a black greatsword. His left sleeve hung empty. It was none other than the Divine Eagle Hero, Yang Guo.

There was no need to mention the woman in white on the right. Back when he had watched that plot involving Yin Zhiping... no, Zhen Zhibing, she had been the goddess he could never forget, and he had nearly smashed his television.

Facing the ever-increasing number of Mongol Yuan soldiers, Yang Guo stepped forward and flicked the cuff of his right sleeve. With a muffled boom, boundless waves of force surged out. Most importantly, Fang Xuan actually sensed feelings of "no will to live," "utter despondency," and "heartbroken soul" within that palm technique.

"So this is the Heartbroken Palm Yang Guo created himself? Impressive. It actually contains a spiritual attack. Only someone who has reached the Tenth Level of Body Refinement, the Divine Transformation Realm, should be able to accomplish such a thing. This world truly is astonishing!" Fang Xuan exclaimed.

First there was the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, then the Heartbroken Palm. In certain respects, such power could rival the Body Tempering Realm of the Eternal Life Great World.

"It seems the cultivation methods of this world do have their merits."

As he spoke, Yang Guo used his lightness skill to fly onto the platform and rescue Guo Xiang, who had been tied there.

Guo Jing also took advantage of Yang Guo drawing the enemy army's attention to use the Flicking Finger Divine Skill. A pebble struck Great Khan Mongke squarely in the chest, killing him on the spot.

With His Majesty dead, the Mongol Yuan soldiers fell into chaos. All four gates of Xiangyang City opened, and the army charged out. Tens of thousands of enemies were slain in an instant, resulting in a great victory.

The entire city of Xiangyang cheered in unison, singing praises of their achievements.

On the battlefield, no one dared approach Fang Xuan. The image of that giant figure from earlier remained fresh in everyone's memory.

A moment later, several figures arrived together.