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"Can you still go on?"

Maitreya glanced at the old monk and asked.

The old monk's face was pale. He spat out a mouthful of blood and weakly shook his head. "Not in very good shape. That guy's final palm strike shattered this body's internal organs."

"I can't guarantee my combat strength for a while."

Maitreya fell into thought.

This old bastard's words had to be understood in reverse. If he said he couldn't go on, that probably meant he still had the strength for one more fight.

Besides, the Three Honored Buddhas had all been brought down.

Who was he putting on this pitiful act for now?

With that thought, Maitreya smiled. "I'm doing all right. I can still kill at least two more Buddhas!"

As he spoke, a powerful aura burst from Maitreya's body.

The old monk: .

After Maitreya said that, he became uncertain instead. Did this guy really still have the strength to fight, or was he merely bluffing?

With the deaths of the Three Honored Buddha puppets, the external threat had diminished considerably.

Internal conflict

had begun.

Wang Ye, listening from behind them, was utterly dumbfounded. These two old bastards were both anything but simple.

Especially that old monk.

His skin was split open, flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and shattered internal organs could vaguely be seen through his wounds. How could every one of them be so good at pretending?

Did they have no shame?

Li Xinghe would probably have had to concede defeat if he were here. After all, that old bastard was merely a little pale, his hands shook a little, and he occasionally spat blood. Even Li Xinghe could not pull off something like this.

The two harbored their own schemes as they exchanged a silent glance. Neither spoke.

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