Zen Chamber Battle (1)

The battle inside the Zen chamber lasted a full hour.

Sensing the energy fluctuations within gradually fading, Wang Ye swiftly glanced through the crack in the door, observing the situation inside.

At this moment, the scriptures floating around the giant monk had become nearly transparent and could be worn away at any time.

Maitreya and Ran Deng looked equally miserable.

The two had already suffered severe injuries when they took down the Three Honored Buddhas' puppets. Then they had endured the terrifying backlash. It was only because both had plenty of tricks up their sleeves; anyone else might have collapsed long ago.

Most interestingly, when the scripture seal needed only one more strike to break, the two stopped at the same time and warily watched each other instead.

"This old monk is not greedy. Thirty percent will do."

Ran Deng suddenly spoke in a faint voice. Blood continuously dripped from his shoulder onto the floor, yet he seemed unable to feel the pain.

Maitreya moved his badly fractured right hand, a gentle smile on his face. "Hehe, Senior, you must be joking. You barely contributed anything on this trip, yet you open your mouth and demand thirty percent. Isn't that a bit excessive?"

Ran Deng snorted coldly.

Barely contributed anything?

He had previously held back two Buddha puppets by himself, and just now he had bombarded the scripture seal without regard for his life for an entire hour.

And now Maitreya was saying this to him? Wasn't that ridiculous?

This little bald donkey was as black-hearted as ever.

However, since he had agreed to work with Maitreya in the first place, he had naturally prepared himself for this sort of situation.

"Though this old monk is severely wounded, it does not mean I cannot fight."

"If I truly awaken this