Unstoppable

Seeing the Golden Wheel Dharma King's expression, Fang Xuan knew that something had definitely been left out.

But it didn't matter.

"You want to save him?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King said in a deep voice, "Mongke is the Great Khan of my Mongol Yuan, the Son of Heaven. As the National Preceptor, this humble monk should serve His Majesty."

"Then can you stop me?"

"How will I know if I don't try?"

"Good, commendable courage. Then this seat will give you a chance. As long as you can block one punch from this seat, I will let you leave," Fang Xuan said domineatorially.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King's face flushed, and the fluctuations in his chest were noticeably larger.

This was from anger.

He, the dignified Tibetan Holy Monk, the National Preceptor of the Mongol Yuan, even the Five Greats of the Central Plains wouldn't dare to underestimate him like this.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he clasped his hands in a Buddhist salute and said, "Please make your move, Your Excellency."

Fang Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp light burst forth from them. Boom, his body moved, and his clothes fluttered violently.

It was still a simple horse stance punch.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh, whoosh whoosh whoosh...

At this moment, the Golden Wheel Dharma King only felt the surrounding air being squeezed out, forming a temporary vacuum. Then, a giant fist, constantly expanding in his eyes, was about to blast his head apart.

The power of one punch was terrifying.

"Dragon Elephant Almsgiving."

At the critical moment of life and death, the Golden Wheel Dharma King finally displayed his extraordinary strength. His muscles trembled, and true energy surged within his dantian.

The five wheels he had been carrying on his back – the lead wheel had been shattered by sword energy, the gold wheel had been beaten into scrap metal before – now he raised the silver wheel to defend his chest.

Boom!

The silver wheel instantly shattered, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King's face turned pale. He tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body flying backward, landing heavily in the distance, plowing a long gully in the ground.

His right arm was twisted, bone fragments exposed, and his face was like gold leaf.

Fang Xuan was also extremely surprised as he looked at the Golden Wheel Dharma King. His strength of thirteen horses, although he had only used thirty percent of it, was not something that the so-called martial arts masters of a Small World could compare to. He hadn't expected the Golden Wheel Dharma King to actually withstand it head-on. Although he was seriously injured, there was no danger to his life.

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

The Golden Wheel Dharma King endured his injuries and climbed up from the ground. The arrogance from before was gone from his face, replaced by infinite awe.

The power of one punch was terrifying.

Moreover, he could feel that the punch relied entirely on the strength of the body, without mobilizing any internal energy.

How could a mortal body possess such Divine Strength?

Even if he cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the tenth level, possessing ten dragons and ten elephants, he would only have a few thousand jin of strength. The person before him was clearly a Ming King in the world.

"Not bad, to be able to withstand thirty percent of my strength, you have reason to be proud," Fang Xuan praised.

Pfft!

Blood spurted out again.

Cultivating the body to the Tenth Level of Body Refinement, the Divine Transformation realm, where five horses cannot tear the body apart, the strength is immense, the muscles and bones are tough, and it is invincible, a weapon of destruction in the human world.

Although Fang Xuan had not cultivated to the Tenth Level of Body Refinement, his strength was such that even in the Mystic Divine Realm, he could fight.

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

"From now on, meditate and practice Zen well in the temple. A monk should look like a monk."

"Yes, this humble monk will remember."

"By the way, your Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is quite interesting. Leave it for this seat to see."

"Yes."

The Golden Wheel Dharma King took out a palm-sized piece of gold foil from his bosom. Just as he was about to step forward to hand it over, Fang Xuan grabbed it with his right hand in the air, and an invisible force collected the gold foil.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King's pupils constricted even further. His previous guess was correct; this person had indeed not used his full strength, at least only using the strength of his body.

"This humble monk takes his leave."

Fang Xuan's gaze was focused on the gold foil, and he waved his hand casually.

At this moment, Mongke was also scared out of his wits and fled towards the distance, trembling.

"Where do you think you're going?"

A furious roar came from the distance, the sound like thunder, making people's eardrums ache.

Guo Jing was seen soaring through the air like a hawk, easily passing over the Mongol Yuan soldiers. He unleashed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and the dragon-shaped energy displayed immense power.

With one palm strike, several Mongol Yuan soldiers were directly sent flying. Even their armor and steel knives were directly broken.

A distance of several hundred meters was covered in just a few breaths.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King's face changed. At this moment, he was severely injured and powerless to resist, while Guo Jing's true energy was no less than that of the Five Greats. At such a distance, killing the Great Khan Mongke would be effortless.

"Your Excellency, please..."

Golden Wheel Dharma King knelt and pleaded.

Fang Xuan glanced at him and turned to leave. What a joke. Not killing Mongke was already showing great benevolence and righteousness. Your Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is only worth that much. You still want me to save someone?

Heh.

Great Khan Mongke, as the lord of the Mongol Yuan, also saw the situation and shouted loudly, "Guard the Khan! Guard the Khan!"

The surrounding guards quickly gathered, holding shields and surrounding Guo Jing, not seeking to kill him, but only to delay him for a moment.

Screech~

Screech~

However, in the northwest, the Mongol Yuan soldiers were thrown into disarray, scattering to both sides. Two figures were rapidly moving through the crowd, like a large ship breaking through waves.

Before the two of them was a large bird, its wings spread wide, stirring up a gust of wind that deflected the incoming crossbow bolts.

The person on the left wore a green headdress and a yellow robe, holding a large black sword. The sleeve of his left arm was empty. It was none other than the Condor Hero, Yang Guo.

There was no need to mention the woman in white on the right. She was the goddess he had been thinking about back then. Yin Zhiping... no, when that scene with Zhen Zhibing happened, he almost smashed the TV.

Facing the increasing number of surrounding Mongol Yuan soldiers, Yang Guo took a step forward, flicking the cuff of his right sleeve. With a muffled sound, boundless air waves surged out. The most important thing was that Fang Xuan actually felt a sense of "no desire to live," "dispirited," and "heartbroken" from this palm technique.

"Is this the Heartbroken Palm that Yang Guo created himself? Amazing. It actually contains a spiritual attack. Only by reaching the Tenth Level of Body Refinement, the Divine Transformation realm, can one achieve this. This world is truly surprising!" Fang Xuan exclaimed.

First the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, then the Heartbroken Palm. Their power in certain aspects could be compared to the Body Tempering Realm in the Eternal Life Great World.

"It seems the cultivation methods in this world are not without merit."

As he spoke, Yang Guo used his lightness skill to fly towards the high platform and rescue Guo Xiang, who was tied up there.

Guo Jing also took advantage of Yang Guo attracting the enemy troops to use his Flicking Finger Divine Skill. A stone hit Great Khan Mongke directly in the chest, killing him on the spot.

With the Emperor's death, the Mongol Yuan soldiers fell into chaos. The four gates of Xiangyang City were wide open, and the army charged out, killing tens of thousands of enemies in a short time and achieving a great victory.

The entire Xiangyang City was cheering in unison, singing praises for the achievements.

On the battlefield, no one dared to approach Fang Xuan. The image of the giant figure from earlier was still fresh in their minds.

A moment later, several figures came together.